Chapter 47: Social Anxiety Flares Up Again

The sounds inside the house grew louder and faster, almost about to fall apart; Lin Zhi Jing didn't want to hear anymore, he kicked the half‑person‑high stone beside his leg away and hurried toward the laboratory.

Lin Zhi Jing arrived at the laboratory and happened to see the soldier who had previously tested the medicine on him wake up, squatting in the ruins, doubting life.

That soldier wore a bitter face, completely unaware of what had happened after the drug test; he only knew that upon waking he had become this appearance, his flesh turned into a black, hard carapace like a mutant beastman.

Seeing Lin Zhi Jing approach, he rose from the dirt pile, wronged and pitiful, and walked with his head down like a penguin to stand before Lin Zhi Jing.

Pouting, his voice almost tangible with complaint: "Doctor Lin, what have you done to me again? All you do is mess around."

The soldier kept his head down, looking at Lin Zhi Jing's shiny black leather shoes; after waiting a while with no word from Lin Zhi Jing, he suddenly sensed something was wrong and cautiously lifted his head to observe Lin Zhi Jing's expression.

His ice‑mountain‑like face was now shrouded in black vapor, staring at him with the eyes of one looking at a corpse.

The soldier startled, his legs almost giving way, he blurted out in panic: "Doctor Lin, you're not just messing around; you're making a great contribution to the future of Zhu Shen Xing. I could be a stepping stone on your path to success—it's the greatest honor I could have!"

The soldier spoke, but Lin Zhi Jing still said nothing, just stared at him fixedly; the soldier was nearly in tears.

"Doctor Lin, if you have something to say, just tell me, okay? Don't look at me like that—I'm scared~"

Lin Zhi Jing averted his gaze, no longer staring at the soldier: "You may go."

Hearing that, the soldier's mournful face instantly brightened; he bade Lin Zhi Jing farewell and ran off at once.

Seeing the laboratory in ruins, Lin Zhi Jing showed little expression, raised his hand and reshaped the metal in the debris; shortly, a brand‑new laboratory appeared.

Only the non‑metallic items needed cleaning, and they had to be reported to the Empire Research Center, with a request to adjust a batch of new experimental materials and equipment.

While Lin Zhi Jing's side lay in ruins, Ye Xi'an's side was in full swing.

Bao Jing was drenched in sweat—partly pleasure, partly pain; the scabs that had just formed on his back all split open, and in some places Ye Xi'an had even torn them off.

Sweat seeping into the wounds was nothing short of torture.

Bao Jing endured the pain, thrusting vigorously back and forth; the pleasure in front and the agony behind were like ice and fire, his expression alternating between bliss and grimacing.

But later, excessive bleeding caused his vision to blur, and he began to feel weak.

Bao Jing leaned against the wall beside the bed, panting and swallowing saliva, wanting to rest a bit.

But Ye Xi'an wouldn't even wait that moment; her slender, snow‑white lotus arms wrapped around his neck, her long legs hooked his waist, and she pressed the somewhat weakened Bao Jing beneath her.

Bao Jing's pupils instantly lost focus, his gaze locked straight at the white ceiling above; his knuckled hands grabbed the white sheet beneath him, pulling it into little white flowers.

After regaining focus, Bao Jing stared, entranced, at Ye Xi'an atop him, equally drenched as if about to sink in water—though Ye Xi'an's appearance was not pleasant either.

Her jade‑like skin was smeared with vivid red blood, especially on her chest, obscuring her natural complexion entirely in a sheet of red—this was Bao Jing's blood that had gotten on them when they touched.

Bao Jing lay there, holding Ye Xi'an's slender waist, and there was still plenty of time.

As the evening grew later, Bao Jing's face turned somewhat bluish, his lips frighteningly white, and the sheet beneath him, torn by his wounds, was stained red with the blood seeping out.

Ye Xi'an's drug effects had long worn off, but she realized she was sitting on Bao Jing, doing something that would not pass a web‑novel review.

Embarrassing, terribly embarrassing—her social anxiety flared up again, she dared not stop, could not stop at all.

Finally, at midnight, Ye Xi'an learned for the first time that being forced into unconscious sleep was actually such a blissful thing; she fell asleep with a relieved smile, content, her face buried deep in Bao Jing's neck crook.

Bao Jing's eyes were vacant, yet he still reached out and gently wrapped his arms around Ye Xi'an, closed his eyes, and also passed out.

As both lay asleep, unknown to anyone, Bao Jing's wounds on his back were healing at a visible speed; even the horrifying wing skeleton was beginning to grow flesh and blood like a 3D model, sprouting tender feathers.

The next morning, Bao Jing woke very early, but the strange sensation beneath him made his scalp tingle.

It's over.

Furthermore, on Zhu Shen Xing, males who have just come of age go to the Empire Male Center for a month of virtue training.

They are instructed that they must cleanse their bodies thoroughly before intercourse, and afterward help clean their wives, or else the wives will fall ill.

Just as he was about to get up to make amends, the person on him stirred; Bao Jing didn't know how to face Ye Xi'an for a moment, and in panic he closed his eyes.

Ye Xi'an's mind regained a little awareness, and she felt an unusual soreness in her thighs, as if she had sprinted 1,500 meters at top speed.

She lay on Bao Jing's chest; as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw two grandmothers' wives, she was dazed and sat up.

In that instant, both froze; Bao Jing clutched the sheet tightly, his toes aching as if they were blooming.

Ye Xi'an stared down in disbelief, "Mom!" she realized.

Lin Zhi Jing! That damn man! It's all his fault.

Seeing Bao Jing still asleep, Ye Xi'an tiptoed, enduring the pain to rise, but Bao Jing suddenly grabbed her ankle.

Ye Xi'an's cat‑like pupils widened abruptly, she looked at Bao Jing in horror.

Bao Jing's face was flushed, the ears hidden beneath his hair red enough to bleed: "Honey, let me help you wash up."

Ye Xi'an:!!!!!!

"Bao Jing?"

Ye Xi'an called out tentatively; she simply couldn't believe that the pure‑hearted boy with a fully flushed face and a soft voice calling her wife was Bao Jing.

Bao Jing's narrow eagle eyes gazed affectionately at Ye Xi'an: "Mm, I'm here."

Those words "I'm here," tender and poignant, made Ye Xi'an want to cry but have no tears.

No, where did her poison‑tongued, aloof kiss‑lover Bao Jing go?

Bao Jing said he wanted to hold Ye Xi'an and go take a bath; Ye Xi'an hurried to push him away.

"Yesterday I took the medicine, I didn't mean to.," Ye Xi'an looked torn, not knowing how to say it.

"We are already husband and wife; you may do whatever you want to me, I don't mind."

"But you clearly cared before about me mating with you!" Ye Xi'an still remembers Bao Jing's look when he thought she wanted to force him, to choke her to death.

Bao Jing blinked; it turned out Ye Xi'an did mind that, and indeed he had been too harsh with her before.

But he had forgotten that his treatment of Ye Xi'an was entirely because the former Ye Xi'an was selfish and brutal, not regarding their males' lives as lives, so he had always given her a cold face.

"Before, it was my fault; I shouldn't have acted that way."

Ye Xi'an quickly said: "No, no, no, you misunderstood; you should have been like that."

She actually liked the previous Bao Jing who was cold toward her to the extreme.

Now this gentleness makes people's scalps go numb; their social anxiety really can't accept it.

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