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Chapter 80 Bite Me
The footsteps at the door stopped, and Quan Yuan's hoarse and slightly sad voice rang out.

"Grandpa, if you insist on doing that, I will leave here tomorrow and head to the Zerg battlefield."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Zhi heard the sound of a door being opened outside.

She reflexively dodged backwards, hid in the dark corner of the wall, and secretly looked in the direction of the door.

In the dim light, she saw Quan Yuan walking in from outside with his silent golden eyes lowered and his slender figure with a bit of loneliness.

Behind him, a dignified old man was leaning on a cane, his eyes full of helplessness.

He stomped his cane hard, gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Quan Yuan, are you going to piss me off to death?"

What responded to him was Quan Yuan closing the door.

Even after the door was closed, angry noises could still be heard coming from outside.

"Quan Yuan, since you are so unwilling, then I will let you do whatever you want. You will be in heat in two days. I will see what you will do then!"

Then, the sound of footsteps receding was heard outside.

As Quan Yuan listened to those words, he closed his golden eyes, leaned against the door, and looked exhausted.

Wen Zhi, standing in the dark, looked at Quan Yuan like this, and suddenly felt that he was like a withered rose on the balcony, withered and dilapidated.

There was a sharp pain in her heart, and she felt inexplicably sorry for him.

Wen Zhi covered her beating heart, walked out of the darkness, and spoke softly.

"Quan Yuan."

The voice was very soft and small, but in the quiet room, it was clearly heard by Quan Yuan.

Quan Yuan suddenly raised his head and asked coldly, "Who's there?"

Wen Zhi walked to a bright place, her bright eyes fell on Quan Yuan, she pursed her lips and said, "It's me, Quan Yuan."

When Quan Yuan saw that face, it gradually overlapped with the face he had seen a few days ago and had appeared in his dreams every night.

His breathing suddenly became heavier, "When did you come here?"

Wen Zhi answered as lightly as possible.

"I just came here."

She thought of something and took two steps forward, coming in front of Quan Yuan with a worried look in her eyes.

"Quan Yuan, did you recover after your last attack? I just heard what you said to your grandfather. Did he say that your illness would get worse?"

Quan Yuan looked at Wen Zhi, who was standing in front of him, with a petite figure and eyes full of him, and his Adam's apple rolled.

He curled his hands, trying hard to suppress the urge to hug her.

"I'm fine..."

Wen Zhi could always tell at a glance whether a person was lying or not. When she saw Quan Yuan's expression, she knew he was lying.

She grabbed his hand, her eyes full of worry.

"You're lying. You're obviously in trouble."

Even though she knew it was a dream and it was fake, when she heard that Quan Yuan was in trouble, she couldn't help but worry about him.

Quan Yuan felt the warmth from his fingertips, and a complex emotion emerged in his eyes, and his pupils dimmed.

He grabbed Wen Zhi's hand and said, "I..."

Wen Zhi raised her head, her bright eyes like stars, hiding a faint light.

"Don't bother with you. I can calm your spirit. Just bite me."

After saying that, she pulled open her clothes, revealing her snow-white shoulders.

When Quan Yuan saw her bold action, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then he reacted and quickly pulled Wen Zhi's clothes back.

His voice was hoarse, "What are you doing? Pull up your clothes."

Wen Zhi saw Quan Yuan's cheeks turning visibly red. It was the first time she saw him so innocent, and she couldn't help but want to tease him.

"I'm not blushing, why are you blushing?"

Quan Yuan blushed slightly and quickly turned his eyes away, "This is only the second time we've met, and there's no such thing as physical contact between men and women, how could you just take my clothes off?"

Wen Zhi looked at him, the smile on her lips deepened, and she held his hand, "So we slept together the first time we met, so what does that count as?"

When Quan Yuan heard this, his ears turned red instantly.

"I'm sorry."

Wen Zhi grabbed his hand and said, "In addition to the piano music I played, my blood should also have a good effect in soothing you."

"I want you to bite me. Maybe it will help you suppress the violent mental power and allow you to survive the Zerg battlefield."

She glanced at Quan Yuan who didn't respond, not knowing what he was thinking, so she slowly added another sentence.

"If you really don't like touching me and don't want to bite me, then get a knife and I'll cut you and let you drink my blood."

When Quan Yuan heard this, his pupils shrank severely and he looked at Wen Zhi in disbelief.

I just met the worry in her eyes, and had no other thoughts.

His heart skipped a beat.

He reached out and touched Wen Zhi's earlobe, with a strange emotion in his eyes.

"I don't hate your touch, I'm just afraid of hurting you."

Wen Zhi allowed his touch, as if she was used to it, and said with a faint smile: "Just control your strength and bite lightly, I believe you can't hurt me."

This time, she tilted her head slightly to reveal her neck.

Quan Yuan looked at the white and tender neck that appeared in front of him, his Adam's apple moved and he swallowed hard.

"Do you really agree to my biting?"

Wen Zhi nodded, "Of course."

Why is Quan Yuan so hesitant in this dream?
In reality, three years later, he never hesitated at all when biting, and just bit directly.

Quan Yuan placed his left hand on Wen Zhi's slender waist, then gently pulled her against the door.

His tall figure loomed above, his eyes looking down at Wen Zhi who was held between the door and his arms.

"Then I bit it."

Wen Zhi felt the strong breath, and all she could smell was the strong cold scent of cedar.

She nodded gently, "Bite it."

The next second, Quan Yuan lowered his head and buried it in Wen Zhi's shoulders and neck.

He bared his fangs and bit her snow-white neck.

The fangs penetrated the fragile skin and tasted her blood.

It's a sweet fragrance.

He couldn't help but immerse himself in it.

Wen Zhi felt the pain in her neck, and a hint of doubt appeared in her eyes.

Isn't she dreaming?
Can you feel pain in your dreams?

Or was she not dreaming at all? !
Realizing this, Wen Zhi raised her eyes to look at Quan Yuan who was burying his head in her neck. Seeing his obviously young face, she suppressed the thought in her heart.

It was impossible for her to travel back to the future world three years ago and meet Quan Yuan here.

Quan Yuan bit her again and again, from her neck to her shoulder, leaving several bite marks.

From time to time, he would gently lick the wounds with the tip of his tongue, trying to disinfect them.

The itchy and tingling sensation made Wen Zhi's legs go weak. She grabbed Quan Yuan's collar tightly to prevent herself from falling.

Quan Yuan was afraid that she would fall, so he put his arm around her slender waist, held her in his arms, and absorbed the fragrance from her body.

In the end, Wen Zhi couldn't hold on any longer, so she held Quan Yuan's arm and whispered, "Quan Yuan, I can't stand anymore. Have you bitten enough?"

Quan Yuan heard her crying and raised his head from her shoulder, with a strange light in his golden eyes.

He looked at the pink lips that were speaking, and the darkness in his eyes deepened.

He stretched out his large palm, pressed the back of her head directly, and lowered his head to cover her lips.

Wen Zhi, trapped in a narrow space, had nowhere to hide and was forced to accept Quan Yuan's clumsy kiss.

Quan Yuan acted without any rules and based entirely on instinct, frantically plundering her air.

Wen Zhi couldn't bear it anymore and slid down.

Quan Yuan simply hugged her and pressed her entire back against the door, with her long legs stuck underneath, leaving her hanging in the air.

Without anyone to rely on, Wen Zhi could only regard Quan Yuan as her lifeline. She hugged his arms tightly and fell limply into his arms.

Wen Zhi couldn't remember when the kiss ended.

She only remembered that she fainted from the kiss.

When Wen Zhi woke up again, she was already in the room of the club, covered with a warm quilt. There was a faint floral scent in the air, diluting the rich cold scent of cedar at her nose.

Fu Lingyao, who was sleeping in the next bed, was still playing games. When she saw Wen Zhi wake up, she looked at Wen Zhi.

"Wen Zhi, you suddenly fell asleep during the massage, so I had someone send you here to sleep."

"Did you have a nightmare? Why are you sweating so much?"

Wen Zhi panted slightly, her forehead was covered with sweat. She wiped the sweat off with her hands and said with a dry laugh, "I can't remember what I dreamed about."

Fu Lingyao had just finished the game, she threw away her phone, and got up to pour a glass of warm water for Wen Zhi.

"You're sweating so much, drink some water."

Wen Zhi took the cup of warm water, took a sip, calmed her mind, and slowly relieved the feeling of being suffocated by the kiss.

Suddenly, Fu Lingyao widened her eyes, stared at Wen Zhi's lips, and then looked at her neck.

"Wen Zhi, what happened to your mouth and neck? Who bit you?"

Wen Zhi's fair skin was dotted with red marks, and her red lips were also covered with bite marks.

When Wen Zhi heard this, she was stunned for a moment, then quickly got up from the bed, ran to the bathroom, and looked at herself in the mirror.

I saw the bite marks on my neck and shoulders that were not there before, but now they are all there and very obvious.

It was exactly the same place that Quan Yuan bit in my dream tonight!
Even just by watching, she could remember how Quan Yuan bit those places in her dream.

There were also several fine bite marks on her lips.

At this moment, no matter how much Wen Zhi wanted to ignore it, she had to admit the fact.

She wasn't dreaming at all. Dreams wouldn't leave these traces. Those were all real things that happened.

Fu Lingyao came carefully behind Wen Zhi and said, "Wen Zhi, these marks on you..."

When Wen Zhi heard her voice, a hint of panic flashed across her eyes, and she quickly turned around with an embarrassed smile.

"Lingyao, I am a little allergic. It just looks like a bite, but actually I am itchy and I scratched it. The one on my mouth was also a bite I had in my dream."

Telling lies lamely.

After listening to this, Fu Lingyao frowned, stared at the traces, and didn't speak for a long time.

Wen Zhi panicked for a moment, a guilty look on her face, her mind racing, trying to come up with a more realistic excuse.

Before she could speak, Fu Lingyao spoke first: "I didn't expect it was an allergy. It seems that there is something wrong with the essential oils used by the masseurs. I have to find those managers and ask them to compensate you!"

When Wen Zhi saw Fu Lingyao was about to go out to find the manager, she quickly stopped her and said, "It's not the essential oil that has a problem. Maybe I ate something wrong. I'll just take two pills later."

If other people saw the marks on her body, they would definitely recognize them all, and then she would really not be able to make excuses.

Fu Lingyao heard Wen Zhi say this and hesitated, "Are you really okay?"

Wen Zhi nodded vigorously, "It's okay, just take some medicine and it will be fine."

She looked out into the dark night, "Besides, it's so late, I'm so sleepy, why don't we go to bed."

Fu Lingyao yawned and said, "Okay."

They both lay in their own beds.

Wen Zhi listened to Fu Lingyao's breathing after she fell asleep in the bed next to her, but she was not sleepy at all.

My mind is full of that "dream".

Until the day dawned, she still didn't understand why she had traveled back to three years before Quan Yuan and had not yet entered the Zerg battlefield.

She looked at the purple jade bracelet on her wrist, and then at the model of the future store that was still being upgraded in her mind.

Could it be that the Future Shop asked her to go to Quan Yuan’s past?

"Wen Zhi."

Suddenly, Fu Lingyao woke up and saw Wen Zhi sitting on the bed. She rubbed her eyes and called her.

"Is your allergy better?"

Wen Zhi came back to her senses immediately, looked at Fu Lingyao, and put on a faint smile, "Much better."

She pulled her collar awkwardly to cover the marks.

Fu Lingyao heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that her face was rosy and that she looked like she was fine.

"That's good."

Wen Zhi got up from the bed and packed her things, "Ling Yao, my brother is going to be discharged from the hospital this morning. I have to go there to get him discharged. I'll leave first."

Fu Lingyao, who was going to wash up, heard this and did not stop him, "Then I'll call a car for you."

Wen Zhi said: "No need, I've already called, I'll contact you in the afternoon."

Fu Lingyao nodded, "Okay."

Wen Zhi picked up her things and left.

When she arrived at the hospital, she did not forget to buy two breakfasts. As soon as she arrived at the ward, she said to the nurse: "Auntie, my brother is discharged from the hospital today. Thank you for taking care of him during this period. I will transfer your salary to you. Remember to collect it."

The nurse looked at the money that had arrived and smiled from ear to ear. "Miss Wen, if you still need a nurse, you can always find me, or you can introduce someone else. I'm leaving now."

Wen Zhi watched the nurse leave, then handed the breakfast in her hand to Wen Fangming.

"Fang Ming, you eat your buns first. I'll go and handle the discharge procedures. After that, I'll take you back to the house I rented."

Wen Fangming nodded obediently, "Okay, sister."

Wen Zhi quickly completed the discharge procedures and returned to the ward. She saw Wen Fangming's small figure standing by the bed and starting to pack his luggage.

When she saw this scene, her heart felt warm.

"Fang Ming, why don't you wait for your sister to come back and clean up?"

Wen Fangming stuffed the clothes in his hand into the bag, turned around and looked at Wen Zhi with a smile.

"Sister, I am not in much good health now. This is the little job I can do. You have worked so hard. You should rest for a while. I will put away the last few clothes and we can go home."

Wen Zhi rubbed Wen Fangming's head, her eyes full of joy.

"Sister will clean up with you, it will be faster, and then we will go home!"

Hey guys, do you want to see 25-year-old Quan Yuan eat, or 28-year-old Quan Yuan eat?