Chapter 85: Volume 1 Chapter 85 Skin Thirst x Evil Ghost x Obsession (9)

Jiang Zhi, hearing the Hatred Value alert, struggled with decreasing strength; smelling the man's fresh tobacco scent before her, her mind grew increasingly dazed, and her fingers, using leverage, clung to the man's shoulder.

"You...?" Lu Zheng, holding her steadily, felt her soft, warm body slowly lean into him; he lowered his gaze, seeing an abnormal flush on the woman's face, her pupils slightly unfocused.

Jiang Zhi finally regained her senses, hastily breaking free from his embrace and stumbling to fall into the flowerbed.

Vibrant, gorgeous flowers gathered around her, her snow-white skin tinged with similar hues as sunlight poured over her, casting a brilliant gold.

She was as breathtakingly beautiful as a flower fairy from a painting.

Lu Zheng's eyes darkened as he stared deeply at the woman among the flowers; a strange throb surged in his chest, the world seemed to freeze, leaving only the woman before him.

"Ah Yu."

A familiar voice sounded from behind.

Lu Zheng barely came to his senses, turned his gaze away, and looked toward the eaves behind him.

His seriously ill younger brother was pushing a wheelchair to a stop in the shadow of the eaves, wrapped in a thick wool blanket, his bloodless face expressionless, the eyes hidden beneath slightly long black hair revealing a chill that did not match the warm daylight.

"Ah Yu, come over."

He repeated the words, his voice grating like sand and gravel, tinged with weakness.

Jiang Zhi emerged from the flowerbed, her whole body stained with petal juice; her porcelain-white, jade-like skin was dyed red, adding a touch of vivid color.

As she was about to pass by Lu Zheng, the man reached out again and clamped her wrist, as unyielding as an iron vise, making it hard for her to move.

"I didn't let you leave."

He said it word by word, his tone extremely cold.

Jiang Zhi also sank again into the vortex; a wave of heat from her wrist spread through her body, she paused her steps, stood before him, her breathing shallow.

Lu Yiluo gripped the blanket with his fingers, veins bulging fiercely at his brow, his eyes gloomy, he fixed his stare on the man's tightly gripped wrist.

Too weak......

He is still too weak now!

From now on, I must hide her away, so no one can see her, belonging only to me!

The torment of his illness grew ever more fierce, like bones being shattered and reforged, leaving him almost unable to breathe.

The sunlight falling not far away constantly worsened his condition.

He is essentially a monster, unable to appear in sunlight; once exposed to ultraviolet rays, his skin will burn, ulcerate, and even rot, as if his bones and organs were to be incinerated to ash.

"Lu Zheng! Let her go!" the youth clenched his teeth hard, his tongue tasting the metallic tang of blood, his clenched fingers digging into his palm.

This was also the first time Lu Zheng saw such an expression on the youth's face; he had always been aloof and unfeeling, never giving any extra attention to anything or anyone.

The youth was like an empty shell, devoid of a soul, only a corpse corroded by thick darkness.

From the moment he saw him, Lu Zheng clearly realized the youth was extraordinarily intelligent, possessing the sharpest mind in the world; had he not contracted this illness, his deceased father would likely have brought him home to inherit everything of the Jing family.

What a pity, what a pity.

Lu Zheng raised his brow slightly, released the woman's wrist beside him, gave her a faint glance, and said calmly, "Come to my room tonight."

Having spoken, he lifted his foot and left.

He spoke so softly that only the two of them could hear it, while Lu Yiluo under the eaves could not.

Jiang Zhi didn't understand his intent; she lightly pinched her wrist, but after his brief grip, her snow-white wrist already bore clear red marks.

She walked over to the youth, stopped before his wheelchair, and suddenly noticed that the skin on the back of his exposed hand was covered in blisters.

As if caused by touching scalding water or fire.

"Young master, are you injured?"

She leaned forward, wanting to examine closely what was happening to the back of his hand.

Lu Yiluo avoided her gaze, hiding the back of his hand in the blanket, his whole body exuding an inescapable stillness of death, as if he would become a corpse any second.

"Go back."

Jiang Zhi pressed her lips, withdrew her gaze, and pushed the wheelchair toward the third floor.

Arriving at the third-floor room.

The air was filled with a strong medicinal scent, not unpleasant or irritating.

She pushed to the bedside, bent to lift the youth from the wheelchair; just as she set him down, someone seized her neck, forcing her head down, her lips meeting a cold surface.

The youth, summoning unknown strength, pulled her into his embrace, pressed her onto the bed, his long fingers pinching her chin, and kissed her.

Lips and tongues intertwined.

His tongue, as cold as his whole body, tightly entwined, sucking and licking her.

With the tingling numbness brought by skin thirst, it gradually destroyed her consciousness with overwhelming force.

Forced to endure the youth's scorching, fierce kiss, the intense stimulation made her tears flow uncontrollably, soaking the pillow and sheets beneath.

The medicinal smell and cloying sweetness filled the entire bedroom.

From noon until night, as the outside sky gradually darkened, Jiang Zhi cried as she fell into a drowsy sleep.

The bed was in disarray, the handsome youth half-sitting to the side.

Until Jiang Zhi woke in the middle of the night, the youth beside her gone, she sat up, waves of discomfort rousing her, and she involuntarily hissed a breath.

"I take back my saying he can't," she said, rubbing her sore legs and waist, her voice hoarse.

Whether strong or villain-strong, his paralyzed legs meant nothing to him.

777: "............"

After a silence, it spoke: "The villain's Love Points are 96."

Jiang Zhi stretched her body, got off the bed, poured a cup of water, and drank.

"Mm, I know."

Compared to others, this world's progress is relatively smooth; the villain's death plot is imminent, and after that, the world will face a terrible curse.

Jiang Zhi also wants to quit this job and go grind the villain's Hatred Value.

"The male lead told you to go to his room tonight." 777 still remembers what the male lead said during the day.

Jiang Zhi set down her water cup, shrugged, and said: "Then what? Do I still have to go grind the male lead's Favorability?"

777 had something to say but hesitated, "But..."

Jiang Zhi recalled that the system had been this hesitant even in the previous world.

She suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Don't tell me the male lead is another clone?"

Clone after clone—how could it be this exciting!

777's silence means agreement.

Jiang Zhi rubbed her forehead; no wonder she felt the male lead was somewhat similar to the villain—this was the reason.

"Do I also have to grind the male lead's favor?"

777: "It's not necessary, but grinding it will grant a special reward."

Jiang Zhi gave a perfunctory hum twice, walked out of the bedroom into the living room, and saw the bookshelf half open, with a faint light emanating from inside.

These past few months, Lu Yiluo often went to the lab after she fell asleep; according to the plot, he was developing a curse.

Jiang Zhi withdrew her gaze and tiptoed out of the room into the hallway.