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Yan Ci thought this way, his mind filled with the rewards of being bitten by his wife. Excited yet stiff, he pushed himself up and continued to pull Ruan Qing’s clothes.
Ruan Qing’s watery eyes widened, ignoring the pain in his fingertips as he tightly grabbed his clothes, saying, “Don’t.”
However, his strength was incomparable to Yan Ci’s, and he couldn’t stop him at all.
In the end, Yan Ci still managed to pull off the clothes.
After Ruan Qing’s clothes were torn off, he saw Yan Ci’s gaze shift to his pants.
Seeing this, Ruan Qing stiffened. Before Yan Ci could act, he desperately tried to shrink back, trying to escape.
But the bed was only so big, there was nowhere to go.
Ruan Qing knew he couldn’t escape. As he tried to shrink back, he glanced at the damaged messenger bag beside him, reaching out to grab it.
Just as Ruan Qing’s hand was about to touch the messenger bag, Yan Ci grabbed the ankle of his uninjured leg, pulling him back.
Startled by the cold touch on his foot, Ruan Qing’s wet eyes widened slightly. Subconsciously, he kicked out at Yan Ci.
Yan Ci naturally grabbed the foot that wasn’t injured. Not only did he fail to kick Yan Ci, but he also hurt himself. Now his already twisted ankle was even more severely injured.
“Uh...” The moment of pain from the kick made Ruan Qing’s slender fingers grip the bedsheet beneath him, his eyebrows furrowing, tears sliding down from the corners of his eyes.
His delicate body also trembled slightly, looking pitiful.
It was obvious that he was truly hurt.
Seeing this, the system couldn’t help but remind, [Actually... he just wanted to change your clothes.]
Ruan Qing paused, squinting to ease the pain in his foot. Then, in a faint voice, he replied, ‘Can you tell me earlier next time?’
Ruan Qing’s voice trembled slightly, as if he were extremely scared.
But Ruan Qing wasn’t scared, he was in pain.
It hurt so much.
The sprained foot was hurt once again, feeling just as excruciating as before.
In fact, Ruan Qing wasn’t really afraid, because Yan Ci’s consciousness wasn’t as high as he imagined.
What the other had was just some subconscious memories.
Although the other was a pervert, generally he wouldn’t hurt himself, and it was rare for him to force himself into pain even when injured.
With Yan Ci lacking rationality, it was impossible for the other to discern any intention behind his self-inflicted injury, so there was no risk of provoking him.
That’s why Ruan Qing dared to do this.
Ruan Qing wouldn’t dare to do this with anyone else, because intentionally hurting oneself in front of a pervert was definitely a serious matter.
Although Ruan Qing’s voice trembled, the system still recognized that he’s just in pain.
The system also instantly realized that Ruan Qing was using his injury.
After all, he had been with Ruan Qing for quite some time and understood many of his actions.
The system held back for a moment but eventually couldn’t help but say, [Don’t hurt yourself.]
The system’s tone carried a hint of coldness. He seemed to be angry and also issuing a warning at the same time.
Hearing this, Ruan Qing looked up at the ceiling, a faint smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
Since he’s about to be killed anyway, why bother caring if he hurt himself?
It’s really contradictory.
Clearly, he could just kill him directly, but he never laid a finger on him, at most just stealing his props.
Making him fall into a zombie horde.
If he really wanted to kill him, he could have done so when possessing Jiang Shuyu.
Why bother leaving him trapped here?
It’s extremely strange.
After Yan Ci turned into a zombie, his body’s hardness increased significantly, so when Ruan Qing kicked him, he only felt a slight touch.
But Yan Ci knew that his wife and he were different; such a force would already be unbearable for his wife.
Moreover, his wife’s foot was injured.
Yan Ci stiffened as he watched the trembling figure, and a hint of confusion appeared in his pale pupils.
His fingers stiffened as he lifted the pant leg covering Ruan Qing’s injured foot, which was already swollen to a frightening degree with shades of purple and red.
Yan Ci’s eyes reflected a complex emotion akin to distress, and he opened his mouth, wanting to speak.
But no sound came out.
Yan Ci anxiously scratched the bed, but even so, he still couldn’t speak.
It was as if his tongue refused to obey him.
In the end, Yan Ci could only bend down, stiffly extend his hand, and gently pat Ruan Qing’s shoulder, as if comforting a child by saying ‘it doesn’t hurt.’
Not just as if, it seemed to be exactly that way.
Yan Ci probably witnessed such a scene somewhere, so he remembered it.
But as he patted, the meaning changed.
Yan Ci’s fingers stopped patting abruptly, unable to lift any further. They even slid down slightly along Ruan Qing’s smooth and fair shoulder.
Seeing this, Ruan Qing disregarded the pain. He pushed Yan Ci gently and spoke softly, “I’m not hurting anymore.”
Yan Ci couldn’t understand, but he looked at the hand pushing against his chest, and in a panic, he propped up his body slightly.
It was precisely because he didn’t prop up his body in time that his wife’s foot collided with his.
He was too stiff; his body could hurt his wife.
After Yan Ci’s tall figure moved away a bit, Ruan Qing breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly.
He propped up his body, took his backpack, and then took out clothes from it.
He quickly put on the clothes.
But when changing into pants, Ruan Qing paused for a moment and looked at Yan Ci kneeling on the bed in front of him.
Yan Ci’s figure was very tall, and even kneeling like this, he appeared imposing, with a full sense of pressure.
Moreover, Yan Ci showed no intention of leaving, probably lacking the awareness to think of doing so.
After all, he had just torn his clothes himself.
Ruan Qing turned slightly, with his back to Yan Ci, and took off his torn pants, replacing them with clean ones.
Because Ruan Qing had his back to Yan Ci, he didn’t notice that Yan Ci had been staring at him directly while changing his pants.
And because Ruan Qing’s figure blocked Yan Ci’s view, he even stiffly tilted his head and looked over from the side.
If it were an ordinary person doing this, it might seem lecherous and vulgar, but Yan Ci was different. He did it with a somewhat vacant feeling.
It wasn’t just because of his handsome appearance, but also because there were no expressions on his face after he turned into a zombie.
Only the emotions in his eyes faintly revealed his feelings.
His dilated pupils carried excitement and enthusiasm, as if he had just seen something thrilling.
Ruan Qing quickly changed clothes.
Yan Ci became even more excited. He propped himself up on the bed and swiftly approached Ruan Qing, extending his fingers towards him.
Then, eagerly, he uttered, “Bite.”
“Bite.”
“Bite.”
This word was much clearer than before and was the only word Yan Ci could articulate clearly.
At this moment, Yan Ci’s speech sounded similar to his usual voice, but the tone was different, and the words were not fluent, more like someone learning to speak.
Moreover, once he spoke too quickly, it became somewhat unclear.
Ruan Qing looked at the fingers in front of him, slightly recoiled, and then shook his head pitifully, “Don’t bite.”
will something bad happen to him if he bites? hope not
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