Chapter 52: First Volume_Chapter 52   Black-bellied x Arrogant (16)

First Volume_Chapter 52   Black-bellied x Arrogant (16)

His posture slowly tilted until his whole face covered her eyes.

After his cold thin lips pressed against hers, Jiang Zhi's body stiffened unnaturally; the familiar sensation instantly reminded her of the demon-like man pressing down on her in the sealed room, roughly and madly tormenting her.

Jiang Zhi's lovely cheeks turned deathly pale in an instant; she averted her face, breathing rapidly, her dark, clear eyes filled with a terror that had become substance.

Xie Wuchen paused for a moment, then saw the girl hugging her head, curled up in the corner, trembling.

She seemed to have fallen into a nightmare; her side of the face had no color, her fingers unconsciously dug into her flesh, feeling no pain as bright red blood droplets dripped from her palm.

Being close, he could faintly hear the girl's murmuring words by her mouth.

"Get lost… get lost… pervert…"

The events with the Evil-doers Organization severely devastated her heart; she was only twenty, how could she have endured such things?

Even if she desperately tried to forget and strove to become stronger, that experience still took root and tangled in her heart.

Xie Wuchen's brows knit tightly; his pallid, slender fingers halted in midair, and from the depths of his formerly beastly, ruthless eyes welled a pang of heartache, as if a sharp blade pierced his heart.

He even began to regret tormenting her in the Evil-doers Organization.

When he realized this astonishing thought, Xie Wuchen pressed his thin lips together, and his profound visage gradually became covered with a grim, icy frost.

Why would he regret?

——Xie Wuchen, don't you remember? What did you treat her as?

Unfamiliar, long-neglected feelings surged upon him like a rising tide.

【Villain Xie Wuchen Favorability 90】

The car left the bustling city, heading toward a remote, desolate place.

Behind their car followed an off-road vehicle, keeping a distance, closely tailing them.

Soon the car stopped at a village with complex terrain; Xie Wuchen's gaze fell on the girl in the passenger seat maintaining her original posture.

Jiang Zhi's complexion improved a bit; she glanced at the outside scenery, her bright yet dim eyes lifted as she looked at him and asked, "Where are we?"

Xie Wuchen got out of the car, opened the passenger door on the other side, and extended his finger to her, saying, "Tonight we'll rest here."

Jiang Zhi stared blankly at his finger reaching toward her eyes, its joints distinct and covered with snowflakes.

"You, don't you hate snowflakes anymore?" she asked doubtfully.

Outside, the snowfall showed no sign of lessening; in a few hours it blanketed the entire continent in a layer of snow, a vast white expanse.

Xie Wuchen's eyes reflected her pale face; after a moment, he smiled gently: "Not at all."

If it were before, the arrogant Jiang Zhi would not have taken his hand, but now helpless and frightened, she wanted to find a place to comfort her heart.

Upon touching the man's cool, slender fingers, her furrowed brow gradually relaxed, revealing a faint smile.

"Xie Wuchen, don't think I'll thank you."

Xie Wuchen chuckled lightly, took her hand and pulled her into his embrace, closed the car door, and with his other hand spread out above her head to shield her from the snow.

"What do you want to eat tonight?"

Jiang Zhi heard the words, pursed her lips, and said, "Can I eat anything?"

Xie Wuchen: "Hmm, anything."

A hint of cunning flashed in Jiang Zhi's eyes: "Then I want to eat hot pot."

She was just joking; in this apocalypse, where could one possibly get hot pot?

But Xie Wuchen didn't seem to be joking; he placed her in a farmhouse and then left to gather supplies.

Outside the door, the heavy snow fell like autumn's cotton fluff, covering the branches; the snow piled under the eaves was almost reaching the pant legs, and the man's figure gradually faded into the white snow.

Jiang Zhi leaned against the door, sneering: "You say the favorability rose to 90 because he feels guilty?"

777 didn't even think before retorting: "Impossible; although the system calculates the villain's favorability, his favorability is based on his true inner feelings—even if guilt influences favorability, it couldn't possibly reach 90."

Once favorability reaches 90, it is true love.

Love cannot be sustained by guilt.

Jiang Zhi raised her brows, her eyes reflecting the vast white snow; after a moment, she turned and went back to the room.

Tonight the favorability must be maxed out.

When Xie Wuchen left, an unexpected guest arrived in the house.

It was the male lead, Luo Heng.

Clad in military uniform, the male lead's features were stern, his temperament different from Xie Wuchen's; his brows and eyes were stern, his appearance the handsome type of a soldier, his physique sturdy and upright, bearing a cold, solemn aura.

He, uninvited, showed not a shred of embarrassment, getting straight to the point: "Jiang Zhi, the apocalypse has passed nearly half a year; you saw in the daytime that those zombies have grown stronger, not only gaining human intelligence but also abilities."

"The extinction of humanity is merely a matter of time."

"You are the only human immune to the zombie virus; if you could go with us to the lab and develop an antibody, you would save all humanity now suffering in dire straits, and the entire nation would never forget you."

Jiang Zhi had previously maintained her persona, never saying anything heavy to this male lead, but hearing this commanding tone now made her furious.

She crossed her arms, speaking sarcastically: "What does their life or death have to do with me? Luo Team, get it straight—I'm no longer part of your team. That day I was bitten, and I still remember you pointing guns at my head."

Moreover, they treat life as a commodity—is my life worthless? Why should I exchange my life for theirs?

Luo Heng had never seen a girl act so unreasonably and irrationally; this was clearly a glorious and great deed, yet in her mouth it became an act of extreme selfishness.

He kept a stern face and spoke in a low voice: "Think about it—if your relatives were now infected with the zombie virus, would you still think that way?"

Jiang Zhi smiled, speaking indifferently: "Sorry, Luo Team, my parents are dead; in this world I have no relatives left."

Luo Heng couldn't argue with her; seeing that Xie Wuchen wasn't there either, he prepared to forcibly bind her and take her away.

Jiang Zhi noticed his intent, and with lightning speed produced a revolver, pressing it to his head, expressionless, she said: "Luo Team, you say—is your lightning faster, or my gun?"

Luo Heng's peripheral glance swept over her revolver; its color was odd, but according to his knowledge, it was a genuinely powerful revolver.

Just now her speed was such that even he couldn't see it clearly.

Luo Heng seriously underestimated her; perhaps along this way it wasn't Xie Wuchen greeting her, but she greeting Xie Wuchen.

The brick that had been called a useless ability, after evolving, actually possessed this capability—it could freely shape itself.

What's most astonishing is that the bullets she shapes are infinite.

Luo Heng had no confidence he could catch her without harming her, so he could only abandon the thought of catching her.

"Jiang Zhi, I hope you can consider that Earth's destruction would also be of no benefit to you."

After saying that, he left the farmhouse.