Chapter 4: The Captured Lu Yi

The furry head resting against Ruan Mian's neck seemed drawn by her fresh blood, unable to resist wanting more, sinking into the temptation of the bloody scent...

The sharp dagger moved away from her slender neck, and a large hand with thin calluses cupped her jaw, forcing her head to tilt back.

Her fragile neck was completely exposed, and a little force would be enough to snap it entirely.

The next second, her hand at her side finally touched a piece of iron.

With a *bang*, she smashed it heavily onto the head of the person in front of her.

"You..."

The youth lifted his head in astonishment, managing only one word before his eyes rolled back and he passed out.

Pushing away the man who had been pressing heavily on her, the control over her own life finally returned to her hands.

Just as she was about to turn and run, her ankle was grabbed by someone.

A pair of hands with thin knuckles and bulging veins on the back, gripping so hard the fingertips had turned white.

It was as if he were clinging to his only piece of driftwood.

How was the person who had passed out still awake? Had she not hit him hard enough?

"Save... me!"

The youth's vision seemed unable to focus, and the throbbing pain in his head made his thoughts scatter.

He was acting entirely on his own willpower.

"I've been poisoned... I don't want to die... save me!"

After finishing this sentence, he could no longer hold on and fell into a dead faint.

"Hey!"

Ruan Mian hadn't expected that she could trip over the same person twice!

Even with all the anger in her heart, she couldn't just turn a blind eye to this youth.

She wasn't going to gamble with her own life.

"Hiss—"

A searing, burning sensation came from her neck, and the pain made her gasp.

Looking at the person on the ground, she couldn't help but grit her teeth in hatred.

What was the use of being good-looking!

The more beautiful, the more dangerous—the truth of this saying was only rising!

Lu Yi gradually regained consciousness amidst a peculiar fragrance.

The moment he moved, a sharp pain shot through the back of his head, and his mind felt heavy.

It took a good while before he felt slightly better.

His hand touched the injury; it had already been bandaged, and his thoughts returned to before he had passed out.

If nothing went wrong, it must have been that wanderer who bandaged it for him.

His gaze swept around the room; the unfamiliar space was tidied up very cleanly, and everything was arranged quite neatly.

But it also signaled that its owner was not wealthy.

"You're awake."

Ruan Mian's voice rang out the next second, though her tone wasn't exactly pleasant.

No one could have a pleasant expression for someone who had tried to kill them.

She didn't forget to keep muttering under her breath.

"Waking up at such a time..."

Lu Yi only then noticed she was holding something, and that the fragrance was wafting from it.

His nose was very sensitive.

Ruan Mian was sitting on a chair, just having picked up a piece of crispy, golden-fried french fry with her chopsticks, and as she prepared to put it in her mouth, she felt a gaze locking onto her tightly.

It was as if she were a piece of fatty meat being stared at by a predator in the shadows, ready to pounce and pin her down at any moment.

Swallowing, she still shook the fry and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

After Ruan Mian finished this sentence, she seemed to see a faint green light erupt in the pupils of the youth on the bed.

Like a starving wolf.

"What is this?" The youth's voice carried a bit of the hoarseness of someone who had just woken up.

Paired with the bandages and a pale complexion that was not much better than his silver-white hair.

It was the perfect look of a sickly, beautiful youth.

However, this was a black-hearted lotus; she couldn't forget the moment her neck was pressed against a knife, her life hanging by a thread.

For the sake of the antidote, she could endure it.

"This is a french fry made from potatoes; it's very delicious. Do you want to try some?"

Although there was no vegetable oil in the Interstellar, fortunately, there was animal fat, which could be rendered into oil.

Ruan Mian found an edible kind and immediately placed an order on the Light Brain mall.

Although the taste had a slight fishy smell compared to lard, it was better than nothing.

The fried potatoes were crispy and golden, and they didn't taste like anything else; just one bite had already made her fall in love with them.

She was thinking about making this for Ji Jialin tomorrow; it would surely leave her completely mesmerized and head over heels.

She would empty her wallet!

Empty it!

"Can it be eaten?"

Lu Yi didn't know what these potatoes were, but they smelled truly, incredibly fragrant.

Seeing his brows tightly knit, his light brown eyes appeared very large on his thin face, looking deep and dangerous when he stared at someone.

It was as if she had a deep-seated grudge against the fries in her hand.

Eat them or don't, forget it if you won't; she didn't even want to share them with him anyway!

She stuffed a fry into her mouth in one bite, chewing with a "crunch, crunch," wishing she could treat this fry as him.

"Give me some to eat."

She only heard him give a light cough, his tone carrying a hint of unnaturalness.

"Of course you can, but..." Ruan Mian curled her lips into a smile, tilting her head to negotiate with him, "Give me the antidote!"

Mentioning the two words "antidote," the youth's brows furrowed, as if he were considering the feasibility.

"What? You still want me dead? I saved you, kindly dragged you back from the trash heap, and even bandaged you!"

Ruan Mian was furious; she had never seen someone so ungrateful!

"The wound on my head was caused by you."

One sentence choked her, and then thinking of something, her attitude immediately turned tough again, "That was also because you held a knife to my throat first!"

The youth grinned, curling his lips into an arc, but there was no smile in his eyes, and a small canine tooth was vaguely revealed, "You pulled at my pants, wasn't that what you wanted?"

Wanted what?

"You hid it in there, how was I supposed to know? I thought it was just a piece of red cloth, and didn't I later not..."

Wait!

The playful expression on his face became increasingly intriguing; his "wanted" seemed different from the "wanted" she understood?!

Although she had just transmigrated and experienced that thing, being teased so blatantly still made her blush uncontrollably.

With a "whoosh," her entire face was dyed a layer of pink, which actually made that sallow, thin skin look much better.

She tossed the chopsticks onto the plate, feeling incredibly shy, and no longer dared to look in that direction.

"Eat it or don't, hmph."

She turned around and walked quickly toward the outside, really not wanting to share a room with this person.

The person who had occupied her bed and her room saw the smile on his face instantly vanish, staring fixedly at her back until it disappeared from sight.

Pondering something, those eyes were simply impossible for anyone to fathom.

Having regained his composure, he still got out of bed and sat down at the table; that plate of golden, crispy fried potatoes continued to emit the aroma of food, tempting him.

Already famished, he could no longer control himself, picked up a fry, and put it into his mouth.

That pair of light brown eyes suddenly lit up.

The crispy exterior—one bite down and he could almost hear the "crunch" sound between his teeth—and inside was a soft, glutinous center; that fragrance came from within. It was truly something edible!

Ruan Mian had only used a little bit of salt, yet it was enough to make this plate of fries delicious.

Where did this woman get such delicious food?

"Oh my—"