Chapter 331 - 251: Morning Exercise_3

Chapter 331: Chapter 251: Morning Exercise_3

Ye Qingzhou, who hadn’t rested properly for several days, had clearly reached her limit. She waved a hand, declining the impromptu science lesson.

"Yaaaawn—"

She let out a huge, unladylike yawn, squeezing a couple of tears from the corners of her eyes.

"I’m going to skip it. I’m heading back for a nap; otherwise, it’ll affect the molding work later."

As she spoke, she started to turn back, her body swaying as if she could fall over at any moment.

After taking two steps, she seemed to remember something. She stopped, turned her head, and added, "Once the mold is done, you don’t need to bring it up. Just call me, and we’ll work on it outside."

"Alright. You’ve worked hard..."

Seeing her in such a miserable state, Lin Fan wanted to give her something as a reward, but he had nothing to offer. After all, Ye Qingniao had far more high-sugar, high-energy snacks than he did.

After a moment’s thought, he simply tucked the blueprints into his pocket and casually summoned a Blade.

The air trembled slightly, and a pristine white Blade, radiating a biting chill, materialized in his palm. Its edge, as thin as a cicada’s wing, reflected the morning light with a deathly glint.

"?!"

Already a nervous wreck, Ye Qingzhou jumped out of her skin at the sudden appearance of the vicious weapon. She nearly tripped over her own feet and fell.

Her bloodshot eyes widened. She stared at Lin Fan in disbelief, her gaze flickering to the blade that had appeared from thin air. Her expression was a mix of utter confusion and the helpless terror of someone about to be silenced.

"Don’t be nervous, don’t be nervous. I actually have a secret to tell you,"

Lin Fan glanced at the health bar above her head. Seeing that it hadn’t changed color from his little "I’m-about-to-silence-you" scare, he breathed a secret sigh of relief.

"But there’s one condition..."

As Lin Fan spoke, he gently drew the Blade across his own wrist.

"You—," Ye Qingzhou’s eyes shot open. The drowsiness clouding them instantly dissipated at Lin Fan’s action. Before she could stop him, she saw the gleaming blade slice gently across his skin.

Lin Fan’s control over his strength was superb. To avoid making the scene look too twisted, the blade only shallowly cut the surface of his skin.

A thin trickle of blood flowed from the wound and dripped onto the ground.

"You must drink my blood and become my servant.

This is the necessary ritual for us to sign a Soul Contract."

Lin Fan told her with a deliberately solemn expression.

"Su Qing and Chu Zhaozhao both did the same."

He paused, then continued spouting utter nonsense with a straight face, his tone exceptionally confident and leading:

"Don’t find it strange, and don’t try to explain it with science. To seek the truth, one must pay a price."

"Huh—?"

Ye Qingzhou’s already sluggish brain completely froze for a full three seconds before it could painstakingly process this massive amount of information.

She stared at the pool of bright red blood on the ground, then looked back at Lin Fan’s charlatan-like expression. The corner of her mouth finally twitched uncontrollably.

Although she was so tired it felt like her soul was leaving her body, her rationality as a scientific researcher and an expert at reading faces made her instinctively protest.

"Let’s not even get into the logic of this. Based on my observations of that Su Qing alone,"

She glanced at Lin Fan’s face, which was struggling to hold back a laugh, and gave him the kind of look one gives an idiot before ruthlessly calling him out.

"If you asked your servant to ’kneel’ in front of outsiders, she would most likely kick you...

I’m tired, not stupid."

"Er..."

Exposed on the spot, Lin Fan pursed his lips awkwardly. The cult-like atmosphere he had tried to build instantly crumbled.

"Ahem, it’s the spirit of the thing that counts."

As he spoke, he reopened the nearly-healed wound and thrust his wrist right in front of Ye Qingzhou’s face.

"But the blood-drinking part is real. Hurry up, stop dawdling. I’ll tell you the rest when you wake up and your brain is working again."

"...Really?"

"Really!"

"Mmm..."

Ye Qingzhou looked at Lin Fan’s face with suspicion. But for some reason, as the trickling blood in her peripheral vision drew closer, a fatal attraction from the depths of her soul seemed to make her slowly turn her head toward the wound.

"Fine."

Ye Qingzhou licked her lips, took Lin Fan’s wrist in both hands, brought it to her mouth, and began to suck.

In that instant, the smell that filled her nostrils wasn’t the nauseating stench of blood, but a strange, sweet fragrance.

Her severely overdrawn body, which had been sounding exhaustion alarms, suddenly overpowered her rational mind and issued an incredibly strong command to feed.

Even through his skin, Lin Fan could clearly feel Ye Qingzhou’s craving.

As rhythmic swallowing sounds began, Lin Fan felt his blood draining away rapidly, but a loss of this level was just a drop in the bucket for him.

Only when her health bar began to slowly rise, going from [69/100] to [74/105], did Lin Fan use a bit of force to pull his wrist away from her mouth.

POP.

It even made a soft sound.

Ye Qingzhou instinctively leaned forward, chasing Lin Fan’s hand, only lifting her head in a daze after his arm was completely out of reach.

"Sweet... and a little... hot."

Before she could finish her sentence, an irresistible, heavy drowsiness washed over her like a landslide and a tsunami.

"So sleepy..."

"Yaaawn—"

She opened her mouth again for another huge yawn, and then, as if she had forgotten the whole incident,

"I’m going back to sleep. Remember to call me when the mold is done..."

she said, turning and heading for the stairwell on her own.

"?" Lin Fan was baffled. ’Is she supposed to be this sleepy?’

’It’s probably because she was already exhausted, and now her body is undergoing some kind of "ascension," which consumes even more energy.’

Thinking this, Lin Fan watched her swaying form, looking as if she might topple over at any second, and felt worried.

’If she rolls down the stairs, our chief engineer will be no more...’

He sighed helplessly and followed behind the sleepwalking Ye Qingzhou, escorting her step by step up to the fourth floor.

Only after watching her scurry like a homing squirrel into a one-person tent pitched in a draft-free corner of an unfinished fourth-floor bedroom, dive headfirst into her sleeping bag without even taking off her jacket, and start breathing steadily, did Lin Fan finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He glanced at the other tent, where Ye Qingniao was also sleeping soundly, curled up like a little kitten in her sleeping bag.

Lin Fan squatted outside the tent and looked at her health: [395/790], already more than half full.

"Stop pretending."

He reached out and gently patted the half of Ye Qingniao’s face that was exposed from the sleeping bag.

"Keep an eye on your sister. Don’t let her sleepwalk and fall."

The moment he finished speaking, her tightly shut eyes suddenly opened. Her clear, heterochromatic eyes were filled with a fine glimmer of amusement, and a rarely seen trace of affection swirled within them.

"Don’t worry, I sleep with one eye open..."

Ye Qingniao wriggled in her sleeping bag, extended an arm, and pulled Lin Fan’s arm through the opening and into her embrace. She lowered her voice and said slyly,

"You devil... coming so late. Couldn’t bear to leave your beauty, so you’re only coming now to steal a moment with me, huh..."

"...What nonsense are you talking about." Lin Fan gently rubbed her face. "Looking for trouble? Get back to sleep."

With that, he used a bit of skill to pull his hand from that soft, warm embrace and zipped up her sleeping bag, leaving only her small head exposed.

"Hmph."

Ye Qingniao let out a muffled hmph from inside the sleeping bag, but the corners of her mouth were turned up in a smile as she obediently closed her eyes.

After settling the two of them, Lin Fan walked to the living room window and took out his walkie-talkie:

"Brother Liu, is Wu Haitao there? I’ve got a job for him..."