Chapter 28

Editors: humu, rubhyl

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Jiang Fu tilted his head slightly and asked calmly.

“I said, have you already injected Yuan Yuan with the H6 drug?”

Zhou Zheng pinched his palm hard, nodded when he came to his senses, and replied in a deep voice.

“It has been injected, but after Amy’s incident, despite the H6 agent being improved many times, it is still not completely effective.”

“Didn’t they take blood from Shi Sang? Even if you add the blood of the zombie king to the potion, it won’t work?”

“Not enough blood.”

Jiang Fu opened his eyes slightly, as if he didn’t understand his words, and his dumbfounded look showed some confusion.

Zhou Zheng couldn’t bear to look away, his heart sore, and he repeated through clenched teeth.

“Shi Sang didn’t have enough blood, we just took three tubes and he escaped. Those three tubes of blood were used for pharmaceutical experiments before, and they’ve been used up.”

The air was silent for a moment, and a pervasive suffocation burrowed into the dull atmosphere.

When Zhou Zheng saw that he hadn’t spoken for a long time, his heart softened, and he couldn’t help but comfort him with a soft voice.

“Don’t worry too much, the assistants are working on it……”

“Draw Yuan Yuan’s blood.”

“What?”

Zhou Zheng thought he had heard wrong, and he raised his voice incredulously and asked.

Jiang Fu slowly stood up, placed his forehead against the cold glass, his focused gaze still glued to Yuan Chen, speaking in a calm whisper.

“Shi Sang told me before that being bitten by the zombie emperor would produce a very different change from the other zombies. Now the zombie emperor is dead, but the zombies are safe and sound, probably because something about the zombie emperor in Shi Sang’s body was transferred to Yuan Yuan’s body, so drawing Yuan Yuan’s blood to study the medicine should have the same effect.”

Zhou Zheng was mute for a long while, and then asked astringently.

“But… Aren’t you afraid that Professor Yuan won’t survive after having his blood drawn?”

Jiang Fu seemed to smile, but it was short and light, like a beautiful bubble that would burst in the blink of an eye.

“No, drawing blood is good for Yuan Yuan instead. The transformation of a zombie is supposed to take place in the blood. Drawing a lot of his blood before the complete transformation of Yuan Yuan might instead slow down, or even reduce the zombification, and with the partial effect of the H6 agent, the end result might be better than we thought.”

After listening to Jiang Fu’s meticulous explanation, Zhou Zheng was almost convinced.

But he was still unable to make a decision, and was silent for a long time before he stared at Jiang Fu and asked one last time.

“Have you really decided?”

Jiang Fu tilted his head to look at him, and smiled casually, his face overflowing with unbridled mischievousness.

“What’s there to be afraid of? No matter what the result is, I can accept it.”

Zhou Zheng looked at him steadily and said, “Okay”.

Five hours later, the formerly unconscious man pressed up against the glass, his golden pupils glowing, his tall body slightly bent. The young man stared at the glass wall, his dull face void of emotion and his fangs glowed in sharp light.

Jiang Fu stared intensely at the tall man with the innocent eyes, his thin white hand pressed against the glass, just fitting in the wide palm of the other side.

“Can I go in and see him?”

“No way!”

Finding his voice overly emotional, Zhou Zheng reduced his voice and patiently explained.

“As you can see, although Professor Yuan is not fully zombified, he has developed fangs, and…”

He hesitantly looked at the unmoving Yuan Chen and ruthlessly continued to speak.

“And he doesn’t seem to remember you.”

Jiang Fu did not react to this statement, as if he did not believe it at all, or didn’t care.

He withdrew his hand, took a glance at Zhou Zheng, and walked to the control panel by the door and pressed the open button.

Zhou Zheng’s lips moved, and he didn’t say anything, but just stood nervously not far from the door, his posture alert, ready to counter Yuan Chen at any moment.

Yuan Chen’s eyes were always glued to Jiang Fu, without emotion or hostility, just like a newborn child full of curiosity and interest in his favorite toy.

When Jiang Fu pushed the door in and entered the same space as him, his eyes moved slightly, like the sparkling ripples caused by throwing a small stone in a calm, waveless lake.

But in just an instant, his face suddenly turned fierce, and his tall body rushed to Jiang Fu’s front. In a split second, he raised his sharp nails at that beautiful face.

“Jiang Fu!”

Zhou Zheng, who had been watching his movements, immediately shouted out with anxiety, wishing he could break through the glass door and go in. But no matter how fast he was, he couldn’t match the speed of Yuan Chen who had Jiang Fu close at hand.

The sound of tearing and ripping followed, but Jiang Fu only felt a cold back, before being forcibly embraced into the warmth of Yuan Chen’s chest, a warm feeling enclosed the side of his neck. Like a wild beast marking its territory, his neck was covered inch-by-inch by kisses along the skin.

He turned his head slightly to the side, and as soon as he moved, he was numbed by the low growl that rang in his ear. The palm of Yuan Chen’s hand skimmed his straight back all the way down, as if he was searching for some heart-stopping, mysterious treasure.

Just as soon as Yuan Chen’s knuckles touched the waistband of Jiang Fu pants, he was stopped from moving further.

Yuan Chen stared down at Jiang Fu, letting out a low growl of discontent, his golden pupils diffused a frighteningly harsh light.

Jiang Fu looked past him to Zhou Zheng, who was dumbfounded outside the glass window, and then shook his head at him.

Seemingly unhappy to see Jiang Fu looking at someone else in front of him, Yuan Chen side-stepped and blocked his line of sight. Then, frowning at his exposed pale body, he clumsily pulled off his blood-dried lab coat and draped it over him.

The familiar masculine scent surrounded his body after a long time. Jiang Fu glanced at the shredded jacket on the ground, and a teasing smile appeared in his thoughtful eyes.

It turns out that he doesn’t like me wearing Zhou Zheng’s clothes.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, really…

The slight tingling in his neck brought him back to consciousness before he could think of an appropriate adjective.

Yuan Chen reluctantly lowered his head and licked his exposed skin, the newly grown fangs inevitably touching the thin skin. Just a little deeper, he could bite through the barrier and drink the blood he coveted.

But he tried to resist the instinctive impulse of hunger to cautiously and reverently favor the dark-haired, red-lipped young man.

“Can we sit down? I’m a little tired.” The young man spoke softly, his ebony eyes glowed like obsidian, the dimples on his cheeks as sweet as a hardened fruit candy.

Yuan Chen subconsciously poked his dimple, and the softness of his fingers caused the young man to grumble and stare at him.

Yuan Chen’s breath caught, and there was a strong throbbing sensation in his heart, followed by a huge, needle-like stabbing pain in his temple, as if all the nerves had been twisted into a deformed shape.

His back staggered as he lost his bearing for a moment. His big body trembled as he embraced Jiang Fu, his low growls spilling over into painful howls that were becoming apparent.

Jiang Fu, who was close to him, naturally noticed the change immediately, and without a word, glanced at Zhou Zheng, who had turned his back to him. He supported Yuan Chen’s body as he stepped back to the glass door, the cold hardness behind him easing the weight of both of them.

He relaxed a little, patted Yuan Chen’s back reassuringly, and asked in a warm voice.

“What’s wrong?”

Yuan Chen, buried in the crook of his neck, didn’t make a sound for a long time, but he trembled more, almost to the extent that Jiang Fu couldn’t even hold him.

When Jiang Fu hesitatingly wanted to call for Zhou Zheng’s help, Yuan Chen suddenly tightened his hold on him roughly, seemingly wanting to fuse both of them together.

Caught off guard, Jiang Fu was strangled and unable to breathe, so he gripped Yuan Yuan’s collar tightly, murmuring in an arduous whisper.

“Yuan Yuan!… You, you’re hugging too tightly…”

As soon as the words fell, Yuan Chen suddenly raised his head and stared at him, a layer of thick black staining his golden pupils, like an unfathomably horrifying omen of an approaching storm, reflected by the ruptured lightning.

Jiang Fu was startled.

He suddenly felt that Yuan Chen was unstable at this time.

And the facts also proved what he thought.

Yuan Chen gently lifted his chin, his cold look covered with a deep haze, and his voice was low and calm, but because of the extremely light and soft tone, it added a strange and charming feeling.

“Do you remember when I won the bet and you promised a request?”

Of course, Jiang Fu remembered, but his jaw was pinched and he couldn’t move, so he blinked his eyes in acquiescence.

Yuan Chen’s fingertips moved to his reddened lips, rubbing them carelessly, and after a few seconds, he spoke lightly.

“Then all I ask is that you kill yourself.”

“……What?”

Even if Jiang Fu was smart, he could not guess what Yuan Chen was thinking about that he would make such a request.

Yuan Chen leaned over slightly, his warm breath fell on Jiang Fu’s moist lips, and his gaze was deeply affectionate.

“I’m about to lose my own consciousness. Chéng, I forbid you from being with someone else. You kill yourself first, and then I’ll kill myself, okay?”

The softly coaxing tone made Jiang Fu nod his head in affirmation. He bit his lower lip, the tip of his nose touching Yuan Chen’s nose, as he whispered a serious question.

“Do you really want me to die? Right in front of you?”

How can this be?

How can you give up?

The image of watching his lover lose his breath in front of him, just the thought of it made his heart ache and his liver burn.

Yuan Chen rubbed the back of his neck with his other hand, his face was heavy, and he didn’t say a word.

Jiang Fu repeatedly played with Yuan Chen’s hand, imitating his former action of interlocking their fingers, his obedient voice full of soft laughter.

“I wouldn’t be with anyone else. It is only you. Don’t worry, I’ll only be with you.”

Yuan Chen stroked his dark hair, looking slightly relaxed. The tightly pursed lips were silent for a long while before he spoke quietly, with a struggle and uncertainty he had never experienced before.

“… I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

“Impossible!”

Jiang Fu’s answer was sure and pleasant.

“There is no way Yuan Yuan can hurt me.”

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Jiang Fu – It turns out that he doesn’t like me wearing Zhou Zheng’s clothes. Tsk, tsk, tsk, really…

Rubhyl: Really over-possessive cute, ah!

Humu: SQUEALS ><