Arknights? Yesterday's Arknights!!

"Are you so anxious?"

“Yes, how much blood do you want?” An Xin asked her. “Just say it directly, stop beating around the bush.”

"Four times, each time the same as before, how is that?" Warfarin had drawn at least 300 milliliters of blood last time, and she was quite satisfied with that amount.

“Okay, but we have to split it up, how about three weeks?” An Xin actually thought it was pretty good. If he didn’t start the game, this amount would almost be enough for him to keep using inhibitors.

"Hmph, sure!" As a doctor, Warfarin understood all too well what continuous blood loss meant.

She didn't want to drain An Xin dry.

"However, there won't be a next time. Rhodes Island doesn't really have any channels to sell inhibitors, so I broke the rules a bit these two times. Luckily, I'm a veteran of Rhodes Island, otherwise others wouldn't have this privilege."

"Is it."

Sure enough, such good things only happen once or twice.

An Xin paused for a moment, then asked, "If we're selling it normally, how much do you plan to charge?"

"Huh? The cost alone is nearly five thousand Lungmen Dollars. With transportation and storage, it would take at least ten thousand per unit to make a profit." Warfarin considered it seriously.

"I see."

Compared to other inhibitors on the market, it is still cheaper. Even generic inhibitors cost 12,000 to 13,000 yuan, while the best ones, such as Rhine Life, cost 20,000 yuan.

An Xin then asked, "Is it difficult to mass-produce this? Could we open a manufacturing workshop locally?"

If workshops could be established locally, it could potentially solve the costs of transportation and storage, and also create jobs for the local population, at least providing employment for a small portion of the poor who have not been infected.

Warfarin frowned. "The production volume is not high. As for setting up a workshop locally, it's not cost-effective. Each company keeps its formula a secret, and the effects are not quite the same."

"Is that so?" An Xin nodded. "Then, are you planning to drink my blood now?"

Warfarin answered all of An Xin's questions. If Gavial and the others were here, they would probably be astonished. Is this still the same Warfarin who gets impatient when asked questions?

As for An Xin's suggestion, Warfarin rejected it and offered a different idea.

"Forget it, we only need to come to this kind of place once. We only planned to discuss a business deal, not to rip people off here. Let's go somewhere else."

"Okay, I'll do whatever you want."

He never expected that the "change of location" Warfarin mentioned would be a lovers' hotel.

The receptionist didn't react strangely, but An Xin still felt a little uncomfortable, especially the way they looked at him, which made him feel even more uneasy.

Fortunately, it was her day off, so An Xin didn't wear her police uniform. She just wore a regular long trench coat with a white shirt, dress pants, and Martin boots.

Otherwise, I would definitely feel terrible.

The receptionist asked the two, "Do you need any additional themes? We have classrooms, hospitals, etc."

"Hospital! We need a hospital!" Warfarin exclaimed immediately. The receptionist happened to catch a glimpse of a strand of white hair and that stunningly beautiful face. Even though she was a woman, she couldn't help but freeze for a second before looking at An Xin with envy in her eyes.

The receptionist stared at An Xin and asked, "Who is paying for the deposit and the room fee? We also need your identification."

“Use mine.” An Xin bit his lower lip and covered his face, feeling a little embarrassed. The Guard Bureau could check this record, and it would be even more embarrassing if his colleagues found out.

He had lived two lives and never done anything like this before. Although he knew it wasn't that kind of thing, he was a policeman and shouldn't be in a place like this.

An Xin handed over the money and her ID, and in return received a room key with the room number written on it.

Upon opening the door, a surgical table comes into view, but it's different from the ones in hospitals; instead of a single one, it's a double one.

The rest of the setup was not much different from that of a hospital, and the two people entered one after the other.

"Wow! It really does look alike." Warfarin sat down in her office chair with practiced ease and checked the equipment.

"Can I just lie in bed?" An Xin asked.

"Go take a shower, quick." Warfarin took off her black robe, revealing white hair and ruby-like eyes.

Following the graceful curve of her neck downwards, one can see her in a dress with a blood demon theme, over which she wears a white lining with long stripes of floral patterns. She carries a small bag and has an unidentified leg ring on her thigh.

An Xin never understood why people in this world seemed to like tying things to their legs. He found it uncomfortable and thought it would hinder his movement, so he never did it.

However, once the gaze fell upon those plump thighs, it became difficult to look away.

The black stockings beautifully sculpted the flesh of her thighs, outlining a stunning curve from her hips down to her ankles, ending only when her ankles met the high-waisted boots.

"Stop looking, go take a shower."

"Oh."

An Xin didn't understand why she needed to take a bath, but Warfarin was now taking out Oripathy inhibitors, so she had the final say.

Running water over his body and simple rinsing became an instinct for An Xin. He was not used to having sweat on his body, and he would take a shower whenever he had the chance.

Even when there was no hot water at the police academy at night, he would fill a basin with cold water and wash his body.

When An Xin came out, she saw something she shouldn't have seen.

Warfarin was wearing a white coat over a nurse's uniform, but her black stockings had been replaced with white ones, and her boots were now white high heels.

"Are you... cosplaying?" An Xin looked her up and down. Anyone would take a second look at such a beautiful sight.

It must be said that although Warfarin can only play a pair of Aces in poker, she has a very slender waist, giving her an overall impression of a fragile work of art.

"What? Not satisfied? Hmph, since you're so honest, I'll give you a little perk."

She opened the refrigerator and took out two bottles of wine. "I found the clothes in the closet. Are you all set?"

"It's nothing." An Xin was off today, and as long as her two direct supervisors, Xing Xiong and Chen Huijie, called her, it meant everything was fine.

"That's great, have a drink with me." Warfarin tossed him a bottle of wine. "There's no corkscrew. Do you want to go get one? You might have to go, it's inconvenient for me in this outfit."

“I can use my teeth,” Anxin demonstrated to Warfarin.

Chapter Twenty-One: Tonight, No One Sleeps

An Xin learned to open beer bottles with his teeth while he was at the police academy, since there were often no bottle openers in the dormitory, and his "sons" had a low alcohol tolerance but liked to drink.

Watching him cleanly and efficiently bite off the bottle cap with his teeth, Warfarin, a blood demon, remained silent.

She tossed another bottle of wine over, and An Xin paused, looked at her, and asked.

"You don't mind?"

"If I disliked it, I wouldn't be sucking your blood." Warfarin rolled her eyes at him.

An Xin shrugged, handed over the bottle she was holding, and opened another one for herself.

She took two wine glasses from the closet, placed them on the medical trolley, went to the bedside, filled Anxin's glass, and then took another bottle of beer.

"cheers?"

"cheers."

His tone was calm, his gaze falling on Warfarin's exposed skin, which was even more delicate than the white stockings on her legs and a little whiter than the white coat she was wearing.

Is this the Blood Demon?

As the liquor flowed down her throat, An Xin looked back and noticed that Warfarin had only taken a sip.

This feeling is pretty good.

After drinking with so many people, An Xin felt a little bit of enjoyment from drinking for the first time.

Instead of chugging the beer in one gulp, I savored the aroma of malt filling my mouth and inhaled her scent, as if my mind had gone completely blank for a moment.

It gives me a sense of security.

Neither of them spoke, yet the atmosphere wasn't awkward at all; it felt just right.

She climbed onto An Xin's wrist, her fingers tracing a path up his skin to touch his right arm.

"It's completely healed, just as I expected. It will definitely be better in half a month."

"Ah."

In fact, thanks to her gluttony, An Xin healed the injury on her arm in just three days.

He let Warfarin unbutton his shirt, take it off completely, and then push him onto the bed.

I don't know if it was because she had been drinking, but her face had a touch of pink. With such pale skin, any change would be very noticeable.

If this weren't a scene of a vampire feeding, An Xin would find it quite enchanting.

Warfarin straddled him, holding up a cup, and asked him a question.

Would you like some more?

"I probably can't drink in this position." An Xin lay on the bed, and through the thin layer of pants, you could feel the white stockings on her legs.

"There is a way."

Warfarin seemed very happy and enjoyed the feeling of being in control.

She held her wine glass, took a sip, leaned down, and pressed herself against An Xin.

"Stop fooling around, you're not really going to feed me with your mouth." An Xin could clearly see the playfulness in Warfarin's eyes.

Warfarin swallowed the wine. "Well, how will you know if you don't try?"

“Because you never intended to do this in the first place, right? You were just toying with me,” An Xin replied.