Quick Transmigration: Playing the Role of a Devoted Tool

Later, during the journey, Ye Xingye never mentioned this matter again.

Qi Ran breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Ye Xingye had given up on the idea. But one night, Ye Xingye brought him a cup of liquid mixed with blood and asked him to drink it.

He refused.

He could smell that it was human blood.

It smells delicious, like a tempting meal for a hungry prisoner.

Qi Ran has been restraining himself from eating humans.

But he's a zombie, and what zombie isn't tempted by blood?

Ye Xingye's actions were undoubtedly a challenge to Qi Ran's willpower.

"Ranran, drink up. I didn't hurt anyone." Ye Xingye rolled up his sleeve, revealing the bandage on his wrist, and smiled gently, "It's mine."

Qi Ran looked at him with shock and heartache, "Why...?"

"No reason, Ranran."

Ye Xingye hugged Qi Ran, brought the cup to his lips, and coaxed him softly, "If you don't eat people, I can only try to give you blood to drink. Ranran, your body is rotting, just like a person will die if they don't eat."

And that is the zombie's fatal weakness.

Like humans, zombies need to eat to maintain their bodily functions.

Humans eat, zombies eat humans.

If a zombie doesn't eat a human for a long time, it will rot into a pile of skeletons, no different from the bodies of the zombies that have been killed outside.

Ye Xingye couldn't bear to let Qi Ran rot and die like that.

He wanted Qi Ran to live, and he wanted to be with Qi Ran for the rest of his life.

"Sweetie, drink it."

"No." Qi Ran dodged away, clenching her teeth tightly to keep herself away from the cup.

Ye Xingye's face darkened, he straightened Qi Ran's chin, and said in a chilling tone, "Why? Tell me why?"

Qi Ran looked at Ye Xingye with red eyes and a wronged expression.

"I am human, Hoshino. I cannot eat people and drink blood. I can agree to anything you ask, except for this one thing."

Ye Xingye had always thought that Qi Ran was gentle and would never disobey him.

But he was wrong, terribly wrong.

Once Qi Ran becomes stubborn, no amount of talking will change anything.

"Hoshino, I don't want to drink." Qi Ran got out of bed and tried to run away, but Ye Xingye tripped her and made her fall to the ground.

The coolness of the ground seeped in through the thin fabric of her clothes. Qi Ran propped herself up on her arms and tried to back away. Her eyes were red as if they were filled with water, and her voice was tinged with aggrieved sobs.

"Hoshino, I won't drink it, please, I don't want to drink blood!"

Ye Xingye knelt down beside him, gently pressing his knee against his swaying calves. The force wasn't heavy, but it was just enough to prevent him from breaking free.

He reached out and gripped Qi Ran's chin, his fingertips applying slight pressure, but deliberately avoiding any angle that would hurt him, his voice hoarse with anxiety.

"Ranran, it's okay, just a sip, alright? I'm here to save you..."

The bright red liquid in the glass shimmered faintly, carrying a slight fishy smell.

Qi Ran turned her head away, her lips pressed tightly together, her shoulders trembling slightly, and tears pattering onto Ye Xingye's hand, making his heart tighten at the sight.

He felt sorry for him, but he didn't want to lose him even more.

What will he do without Qi Ran?

"Ranran, be good..."

Ye Xingye's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes filled with anxiety and reluctance, but he still gritted his teeth and gently pried open his tightly pursed lips with his fingertips.

"Just one sip, please, I'm begging you!"

The warm liquid slid down the corner of my lips, carrying a slightly astringent, fishy sweetness.

Qi Ran shuddered suddenly, a soft sob escaping his throat. Physiological nausea made him cough, the blood that came out wetting the corner of his lips.

Ye Xingye quickly let go and hurriedly wiped his mouth, her fingertips trembling, her voice incredibly soft.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry... I'll be gentler, I'll be gentler... Ranran, don't be afraid..."

He leaned down, his forehead touching Qi Ran's, his eyes bloodshot, his voice pleading.

"Will you finish it?"

Before Qi Ran could recover, Ye Xingye suddenly grabbed his chin and forced him to drink it.

The slightly astringent, sweet-and-sour liquid had just slid down her throat when Qi Ran immediately arched her back, gripping Ye Xingye's sleeve tightly with both hands, unable to suppress the nausea churning in her chest.

He turned his head to the side and lay face down on the cold ground, coughing violently.

Tears mixed with physiological tears smeared all over my face, and I almost vomited up what was in my stomach.

Ye Xingye had already let go, and knelt on the ground carefully supporting his back, her palm gently stroking his trembling spine, her movements as gentle as if she were protecting a fragile treasure.

"Alright, alright, you'll be fine after drinking it. I won't force you anymore, I'll never force you again."

His voice was choked with barely concealed sobs. His fingertips brushed against Qi Ran's sweaty forehead. Looking at his reddened eyes and bloodshot lips, his heart felt like it was being tightly gripped by a hand, aching terribly.

Qi Ran coughed for a while before she recovered and leaned weakly against Ye Xingye's chest.

He raised his tear-stained face, his eyes filled with lingering grievance, but without a trace of resentment, his voice hoarse.

"Hoshino... just this once, okay? Don't make me drink this stuff again."

Ye Xingye quickly reached out to wipe away the tears on his cheeks. The warmth of her fingertips soothed his slightly cool skin. Her eyes were full of heartache. She nodded to calm Qi Ran down first.

We'll talk about the future later.

"No more, just this once."

He dared not tell Qi Ran the truth.

Qi Ran was so resistant to this matter that he could only coax her.

After calming Qi down, he picked her up and carried her in his arms.

Qi Ran's body was very light. When Ye Xingye held him, he could clearly feel that Qi Ran's thin shoulders were still trembling slightly.

He deliberately slowed his pace, looked down at the pale profile of the person in his arms, and spoke softly and gently.

"Let's wash up, we're fine now. Let's get some sleep and continue our journey tomorrow."

The person in his arms did not respond, but simply snuggled closer into his warm embrace, with undried tears still clinging to their eyelashes.

Ye Xingye lowered his head and gently placed a kiss, tinged with guilt, on the top of his sweaty hair. He quickened his pace and headed towards the bathroom.

The next morning, the group continued their journey, and everyone in the group noticed that something was wrong with Qi Ran.

He was too silent.

Qi Ran is not that kind of person.

He would smile and chat with everyone every day, but this morning Qi Ran didn't greet anyone. He got into the car in a daze and then leaned against the passenger seat with his eyes closed.

After starting the car, Feng Yufan questioned Ye Xingye, "What did you do?"

"Qi Ran needs to drink blood to survive." Ye Xingye didn't explain anything, but his words already gave the answer.

"So you forced Qi Ran to drink blood again!" Feng Yufan wanted to rush up and punch him, but Li Jia held him back.

"He'll die if he doesn't drink blood." Ye Xingye glanced calmly at the furious Feng Yufan, his tone cold and hard. "Do you expect me to just watch him die?"

Li Jia and Feng Yufan were taken aback, unsure of what to do.

They were indeed heartbroken, but they couldn't bear to watch him die.

Qi Ran, who was at the center of the conversation, did not react and kept her eyes closed, refusing to speak.

Devon looked at him thoughtfully, then looked away with a half-smile.