Blood-sucking fangs

Chapter 11

Feng Nian'en blushed and glanced at the clock: "Um, it's already past ten o'clock."

"Yes, yes, when a man and a woman are alone in a room, you're worried about losing your chastity, right?"

His face flushed, and he looked around furtively, avoiding eye contact with her.

"Alright! I'm a smart guy, I'll leave after I finish these three cakes." She said, walking to the dining table.

“Um,” Feng Nian’en shut down her computer and stood up, “it’s best not to eat these things tonight.”

"Don't worry, I won't gain weight." She gave him a look that said, "Even if I do gain weight, it's none of your business."

"No, eating too many sweets is bad for your health," he said hesitantly, his face slightly flushed.

"What does it matter?" She shrugged. "Besides, I don't eat this. Are you going to treat me to a late-night snack?"

He hesitated for a moment: "I made some food for lunch, but I ate too much this morning, so I didn't touch it. I plan to eat it for dinner. If you don't mind, I can heat it up now."

"You did this?" She looked at him in surprise.

"Yes." As if it were something shameful, he lowered his head again.

"Okay, anyway, I won't feel full no matter how many cakes I eat, so I'll just try your cooking. As long as it doesn't kill me, I won't be picky."

"Wait a minute," he said, taking a plate from the refrigerator and going into the kitchen.

The girl leaned against the kitchen door, smoking as she watched him busy at work. The black and white checkered apron looked somewhat out of place on such a tall man. After watching for a while, she suddenly said, "Hey, idiot, what's your name?"

"Feng Nian'en".

"Feng Nian'en?" she chewed, "Have you ever owed anyone a favor?"

"kindness."

"Very big?"

"kindness."

"How did you incur this debt?"

He paused for a moment before saying, "I was born prematurely and was very weak. I would have died if someone hadn't paid for my treatment."

"I see. So how are you going to pay it back?"

Feng Nian'en turned off the stove, picked up the plate, and said as if she hadn't heard him, "It's all heated up, let's go out."

The two carried the plates back to the restaurant.

"My name is Si Wen," the girl suddenly said as Feng Nian'en served the rice.

"Siwen?" He looked up and glanced at her.

“Yes. Sima Guang’s Si, and Wen’s Wen, which means refined and cultured. My mom hopes I’ll be refined and cultured.” She said, pressing her cigarette butt against the cake box. “Refined and cultured, isn’t that an interesting name?”

"Let's eat." He handed her the bowl of rice he had prepared.

"It looks pretty good." The girl picked up her chopsticks. "I just don't know how it tastes." As she spoke, she picked up a slice of potato and put it in her mouth.

Feng Nian'en silently ate her rice. Seeing that she didn't say anything, she asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

The girl put down her chopsticks and looked at him seriously: "Do you know that, you idiot?"

"What?"

"You will definitely become a good husband in the future."

Feng Nian'en gave a muffled reply and lowered her head to shovel rice into her mouth.

"But you're so naive, you'd better not get fooled by bad women."

"Eat quickly, it won't be good if it gets cold."

"Why don't I just marry you?"

Feng Nian'en spat out the food in his mouth with a "pfft," coughing as he frantically searched for water.

"Is marrying me that scary?" She rested her chin on her hand and stared straight at him.

No, no, that's not it.

"Then why are you reacting this way?"

"It's too, too sudden."

"Suddenly?" The girl tilted her head and thought for a moment. "Alright, I'll tell you slowly now—Feng Nian'en, marry me."

Feng Nian'en jumped up and stammered, "No, don't joke around."

"Why do you think I'm joking? Am I laughing now?" She looked at him seriously.

He swallowed hard. "We've only just met, and you...you're so...so young."

"I'm already seventeen, how old are you?"

"Twenty-two," he answered instinctively, "but that's not the question."

"What's the problem?" Her face was serious, as if she were negotiating, her eyes shining, her gaze fixed on him.

Feng Nian'en was speechless, her eyes wide, unsure how to answer.

Si Wen burst out laughing, his body trembling in the chair, almost sliding off: "Fool! Fool! Look how scared you are, you actually believed that! You're so old, so ugly, so stupid, if I married you I'd either be laughed to death or suffocate!"

Although he was verbally abused mercilessly, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"I told you it was a miracle you'd survived this long," the girl laughed exaggeratedly. "Who knows how people will fool you in the future!"

Feng Nian'en silently ate her rice.

"Are you angry?" She tilted her head and looked at him innocently.

"No."

"Then why don't you speak?"

He thought for a moment: "I'm not used to it."

"Not used to it?"

"kindness."

Is it because you often eat alone?

Feng Nian'en did not answer. Although he had often dined with Zhang Hanwen over the past three years, it was mostly with a group of wealthy young men. In those situations, although he wouldn't be seated at another table, he also had no opportunity to speak.

"Eating is more fun when you talk while you eat," she said, picking up a slice of lean meat and summarizing it as if she were savoring it.

He nodded with deep emotion as he recalled the times he had eaten with his grandmother or close friends.

"Oh, well, since you're so pitiful, I'll keep you company when we eat from now on."

"Huh?" He stopped eating again, looking at her in surprise.

"Tiantian! You've been fooled again! I'm speechless! You're easier to fool than a three-year-old!" The girl slammed her hand on the table and shouted.

Feng Nian'en picked up a slice of potato, a bitter smile appearing on her lips, but a strange warmth welled up inside her.

The meal ended amidst the girl's loud laughter and Feng Nian'en's wry smile. After seeing Si Wen off, he cleaned up the dishes and could no longer hold back, collapsing onto the bed.

Only two days left!

If he can't get a virgin's tears in the next two days, then he'll have to... he'll have to drink her blood.

Yes, he could feel this need increasing day by day. But his will was weakening day by day, and now he really wasn't sure if he could resist the temptation of blood in two days.

We have to think of a solution!

What if he can't get a virgin's tears within two days? Should he tie himself to the bed? Lock himself up with something and then lose the key?

Yes, perhaps these things can restrict his movements, but will he no longer need blood after that day?

"I hope you can have this much perseverance in five days. Then maybe we'll see the first vampire who willingly starves to death."

He shuddered at the thought of Lan Ya's words.

No, no matter how much he endures, just as humans cannot live without food, he cannot live without blood. If he cannot obtain it, he will starve to death, just as Ranga said!

Perhaps he really needs to prepare some blood in advance.

Even without much experience, he knew that sucking wasn't always necessary. The first time he inhaled something while in a daze, it was clearly something someone had prepared for him. This meant that all he needed to do was get 800 ml of that stuff from a hospital or anywhere else.

This was certainly not too difficult for him. The Zhang family owned a hospital, so he could obtain what he needed effortlessly.

But—he shook his head. If he were to drink human blood again, he would never be able to come back. Even if he could become human again in the future, he would forever remember that he had willingly drunk human blood like a vampire!

No!

He absolutely cannot go that far!

He must succeed within these two days!

Thinking of this, Feng Nian'en jumped out of bed, turned on her computer, and began to continue reading the previous content.

Okay, whatever, as long as it's something kids like these days, he has to get their approval!

Chapter Eight

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Even after spending the entire night watching, and feeling dizzy and lightheaded, Feng Nian'en still couldn't finish watching all the dozens of discs. He poured himself a glass of water, leaned back in his chair to rest for a while, and then, remembering that he had a class he couldn't attend that morning, he changed his clothes, picked up his books, and staggered into the school.

It was nearly midnight when he came out of the school. Although he didn't feel as bad as last time, the bright sunshine still made him feel unsteady on his feet. Coupled with not having slept all night, his face looked even worse. Everyone who passed by him would turn around and take another look at him.

"Feng Nian'en?"

He looked up: "Teacher Li?"

"Why are you like this again?" Li Zilin said, pulling him under the tree. "Didn't you eat again?"

"No, I just didn't sleep well last night. Um, I've finished reviewing the materials the teacher prepared. Can I return them to the teacher next time we have class?"

"Oh, no rush, I have a backup too. You can keep it if you like."

"Is that alright? Thank you, teacher!" he said gratefully.

"What does it matter?" Li Zilin smiled. "But are you really okay?"

He touched his face and forced a smile: "No, really nothing, I'll just go back and rest."

"Then hurry back and rest! No matter what you do, you can't ruin your health."