Chapter 27 She Licked His Blood

Xie Muhuan’s body went rigid.

He quickly pressed down on Qu Qingzhi’s hand.

But her hand had already slipped inside his shirt, pressing against his abs.

“Get your hand… out!” Xie Muhuan’s voice trembled, a mix of anger and an uncontrollable physical reaction.

“I haven’t even seen it yet. Why the rush?” Qu Qingzhi pushed against him lightly, reciting the lines the system had instructed her to say, “Look at you, not even reacting. Are you still a man?”

Xie Muhuan was momentarily stunned.

What was she talking about?

Qu Qingzhi could feel the muscle lines subtly beneath her palm.

Though he had lost weight, his foundation was still solid, and the contours left by his past athleticism remained.

“Do you think you’re dirty?” Qu Qingzhi suddenly asked.

“…” At her words, Xie Muhuan’s entire body tensed, and he gritted his teeth, “Qu Qingzhi, if you don’t take your hand away, don’t blame me for twisting your wrist.”

“Where do you think you’re dirty?” Qu Qingzhi persisted stubbornly. “Your skin? Your blood? Your chest? Your abdomen? Or your thighs?”

Xie Muhuan’s face turned pale, as if all the color had been drained from him in an instant.

She really knew everything.

His filthiness, at that moment, felt like it was being exposed under a scorching sun, with nowhere to hide.

“Xie Muhuan.” Qu Qingzhi seized his left hand and quickly unwrapped the hastily bandaged dressing, revealing the wound he had inflicted on himself.

The wound was gaping, crimson and oozing with blood.

Qu Qingzhi stared at the injury.

Xie Muhuan also lowered his gaze to his wound.

He couldn’t control his body, which began to tremble violently.

That day… when that needle pierced into him, he had nearly knelt down to beg those people.

That was the most powerless, the most shameful, the most despicable version of himself.

He hated that useless self.

“Xie Muhuan, if you think your blood is dirty…” Qu Qingzhi said halfway through, suddenly bending down to lick his grotesque wound.

Xie Muhuan’s eyes widened in shock!

Qu Qingzhi raised her head, a hint of blood staining her lips, and curved her mouth slightly.

She said nothing, as if it were just a prank.

“You…” Xie Muhuan felt as if a heavy stone had been dropped into a cold pond, sending forth a violent, painful wave.

“I see you’re done for; you won’t react to women anymore. You might as well be a eunuch.” Qu Qingzhi continued, stating the lines the system urged her to recite, “Someone like you, mentally and physically ruined, what use are you?”

After saying this, she glanced at him quietly.

His face was ashen, clearly disturbed by her words.

“…” Xie Muhuan continued to stare at the wound on his wrist, the warmth left by her lick still lingering there.

Didn’t she feel dirty?

Why would she do something like this?

“Are you going to apply some medicine?” Qu Qingzhi noticed the bloodstains soaking through his pajama pants and threatened, “If you don’t, do you want me to lick the blood from your leg wound?”

Xie Muhuan flinched, as if something had burned him, stepping back and murmuring, “I’ll apply it.”

Qu Qingzhi raised an eyebrow. “Here we go again? Just saying you’ll apply it means you haven’t done it yet.”

Xie Muhuan didn’t respond further and walked toward the desk, sitting down.

On the desk, there was a medical kit left by Dr. Pan.

Qu Qingzhi turned around, facing away from him. “I won’t look; you apply the medicine properly. I warn you, from now on, you have to video call me every night, or I’ll come over and eat your flesh and drink your blood!”

Xie Muhuan’s eyes shifted, and he lowered his gaze, replying softly, “Mm.”

Qu Qingzhi listened to the rustling sounds of fabric, knowing he was probably applying the medicine and finally felt relieved.

She wrinkled her nose, catching a whiff of the air; the room lacked the aroma of essential oils. It was likely ventilated by the open window.

“Don’t you like the sleep aid essential oil fragrance that Xia Ruoxi made?” she asked.

“It stinks.” Xie Muhuan replied in a low voice.

He had smelled something similar on the cruise.

Just thinking about it made him feel nauseous.

“That might be because she’s only a freshman and can’t afford expensive fragrances…” Qu Qingzhi murmured to herself.

Xia Ruoxi would be great in the future.

In the plot of the book, she later specifically concocted a bottle of fragrance for Xie Muhuan. He could only sleep soundly with that scent.

“You can use the one I made for now.” Qu Qingzhi rummaged through her pocket and pulled out a small glass bottle, about the size of half a palm, casually placing it on the floor.

With the college entrance exams approaching, if Xie Muhuan couldn’t sleep well every night, how would he have the energy to go into the examination hall?