Blood-sucking fangs

Chapter 16

Si Wen extended his right index finger and shook it: "It's not 'try your best,' it's 'definitely!' You know how long I've wanted Linda's baby. I finally got a chance tomorrow, so don't let me mess up too much in the car."

"Linda's darling? You're going to compete against her tomorrow?" The young man's finger froze in mid-air as he looked at her in surprise.

"Yes, you won't let me down, will you?"

“Okay!” The young man gritted his teeth. “I will definitely find a way to get a car that won’t be too far off. However, as you know, Linda’s car is custom-made, and it’s unlikely that I can get the same level in just one day.”

"I know, just don't make too many mistakes." The girl snapped her fingers. "Which car should I drive today?"

"Wait a moment, I'll tighten this screw, then you can drive away."

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Chapter Eleven

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Two minutes later, the big-headed snake stood up again and gave an OK sign: "Alright, you can drive away now, but be careful, it's still early, don't let the dogs catch you."

"Don't worry, come on, let's cover up the license plate. Even if we get photographed, there won't be any consequences." The girl said, grabbing a handful of engine oil and smearing it on the license plate. Then she grabbed the big snake's shirt and wiped her hands.

"Hey, hey, hey, that's really unfair of you," the big-headed snake shouted, but he didn't move, letting the girl wipe her hands clean.

"Stop protesting, do you really need a little more gas?" she said, pushing the car out. "Thanks, I'll bring you a late-night snack on the way back!"

Once outside, the girl tossed a helmet over, saying, "Put this on, there are still dogs around."

Feng Nian'en caught the hat and, seeing the girl already straddling the car, asked blankly, "Um, do you have a driver's license?"

The girl was taken aback for a moment, then clapped her hands and laughed: "Idiot! Come on up."

"but……"

"Don't worry, if anything goes wrong, I'll be the one who suffers first. Why aren't you coming up?"

Helpless, Feng Nian'en could only put on the helmet and sit behind the girl, holding onto the steel bar under the trunk: "Hey, drive slower."

Si Wen shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Hold on tight, you idiot!"

Before the words were even finished, the car shot off like an arrow. Caught off guard, Feng Nian'en was almost thrown off, and in her panic, she could only grab the girl's waist.

"Slow down!" he shouted, even though he knew it wouldn't have any effect.

His response was arrogant laughter and an even faster speed.

Feng Nian'en, holding Si Wen, knew without looking at his watch that they were at least 80 km/h. He wasn't afraid of high speeds; Zhang Hanwen had always loved fast cars. But the feeling of a motorcycle was completely different from a car. Even though he could usually drive a Ferrari over 100 km/h in the city, it didn't feel as...exciting!

Yes, it was thrilling. A thrill he had never experienced before, especially—Feng Nian'en's face under his helmet burned red, especially sitting so intimately with a young girl, his arms around her waist.

Although he already knew Siwen's gender, he still couldn't accept her as a girl. But now, her waist was so slender, her body so supple. And the scent filling his nostrils—no perfume, no floral fragrance, just a faint body odor mixed with smoke—he couldn't identify the smell, but he couldn't help but take a deep breath. The chaotic, numb feeling of the past few days even started to sting slightly, a sweet sting.

He forgot about time, forgot about his identity, forgot about everything, and simply closed his eyes, feeling this speed, this... sensation...

After an unknown amount of time, the car finally stopped. Feng Nian'en opened her eyes and found that they had arrived in the suburbs.

The sky was clear, the stars twinkled, and there was no moon. A gentle spring breeze carried the scent of earthy fields.

Si Wen jumped out of the car, shook his head, and his shiny purple short hair shone like tiny stars in the night sky. Feng Nian'en was stunned for a moment, and before he realized it, the words had already left his mouth: "They call you Ziguang, is it because of your hair?"

The girl laughed loudly, "Half and half. Purple light refers to my hair, but even more so to my speed. Apart from Suzuka and Pemon, no one in the Moonlit Clan can match my speed."

"Why...dye your hair purple?"

"Don't you think it's cool?"

He thought for a moment, then honestly shook his head: "I only know that purple represents mystery and melancholy."

The girl paused for a moment, then laughed heartily: "Let's begin!"

As Siwen said, if you can ride a bicycle, you can ride a motorcycle. But to ride well and reach a certain level, it's not something that can be achieved in just one night of training.

In less than half an hour, Feng Nian'en was able to stroll back and forth on the highway, but he couldn't increase his speed, especially when turning.

"Idiot! Idiot! You'll fall and die! Lower yourself, yes, lower still! Lean to the right, even to the right! Yes, hurry up, do you want to fall and die?..."

Following the girl's instructions, Feng Nian'en practiced diligently. He had no ambition to win tomorrow's match; he only hoped not to lose too badly. But as time passed, a need he seemed to have forgotten gradually rose from his blood, growing stronger and stronger...

"What's wrong? Why did you stop?" Seeing him suddenly stop the car, the girl asked, "Is there something wrong with the car?"

Feng Nian'en took off her helmet, took a deep breath, and glanced at her watch: "I'm going back now."

"What did you say?" she exclaimed, her eyes wide. "You're not going home until you reach 100 km/h today."

"I have to go back!" It's already 11:37, and in 23 minutes it will be the tenth day!

"What are you talking about? Do you want to make me quit the Moonlit Clan?" she shouted, hands on her hips, with an air of self-righteousness.

“I’m sorry,” he said, closing his eyes, “but I have to go now.”

"Are you alright?" The girl finally noticed his pale face. "Are you feeling unwell? Why don't we rest for a bit?"

"I have to go! Do you hear me? I have to! Right now!" he suddenly opened his eyes and roared.

His sudden outburst of anger startled Si Wen. Just as he was about to yell at him, he saw that Si Wen's face was terribly pale, even exuding a deathly aura.

“You…” The girl looked at him hesitantly, and for some reason, she suddenly felt a little scared, as if the person standing in front of her was not the fool she knew, but someone else.

Seeing the strange look in her eyes, Feng Nian'en suddenly snapped out of his delirium. He took a deep breath to calm his agitated emotions, closed his eyes, and recited in a memorized manner, "I'm sorry, I have to go. If you don't agree, I'll have to walk back." As he spoke, he put down his helmet and walked into the city.

The girl watched his retreating figure, then suddenly jumped up, muttered a curse to herself, got on her bike, and chased after him: "Come on, you idiot, by the time you get back, it'll be too late."

Feng Nian'en got into the car, sitting stiffly, and whispered, "Thank you."

"Ha! This isn't the first time you've owed me something. What's a verbal thank you? Just do your best tomorrow." With that, she released the accelerator, and the car sped away.

Feng Nian'en closed her eyes, letting herself lean on the girl's shoulder, unaware that Si Wen's body stiffened slightly. He was too tired, but more terrifying than the exhaustion was the fear. In twenty minutes, in twenty minutes he would become a ghost…

Although he has been like this for ten days, apart from being a little unaccustomed to the sunlight, he is not much different from before. But what about in twenty minutes? What will he look like in twenty minutes?

The girl's body was soft yet resilient, and the tobacco-scented fragrance of her skin brought a strange sense of peace. In that instant, he wanted to tell her everything, and then beg her to stay by his side, to be with him during that terrifying moment…

With a sharp turn, the car swayed slightly, jolting Feng Nian'en back to his senses. He immediately pulled away from the girl's shoulder, silently cursing himself: What was he thinking? How could he have such thoughts? How could he think like that? Had his body changed, and his heart become more fragile?

With a screeching sound, the car came to a stop sideways in front of the building. Before the girl could speak, Feng Nian'en jumped out and ran into the building.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!"

As if he hadn't heard the girl's question, he rushed into the elevator without even stopping. Si Wen cursed, threw off his hat, and also strode in.

"Damn it!" She kicked the closed elevator door, went back to lock her motorcycle, and then rushed upstairs to keep banging on Feng Nian'en's door.

"Idiot! Idiot! Stop playing dumb! You're not done here until you explain yourself properly! Open the door! Do you hear me? Open the door!"

Five minutes left.

Feng Nian'en leaned against the wall, panting. What should he do? What should he do? A rope! Yes, first find a rope and tie himself up, then what? Then what?

He held his head, his mind blank.

So what should he do?

He pounded his fists against the wall frantically, his muscles trembling uncontrollably from tension and fear.

"Idiot! Idiot! Open the door, do you hear me? Do you hear me? Don't think you can get rid of me like this!"

The girl's incessant shouts finally reached his ears. He paused for a moment, then walked over in a daze.

We can't let her keep calling like that.

Otherwise, she would wake everyone in the building. People would crowd to his door, and then everyone would discover his secret…

“What the hell are you… good, you’ve finally come out,” Si Wen nodded and sneered, “give me an explanation!”

"Please..." he leaned weakly against the doorframe, "Stop making a scene, okay?"

"Am I being unreasonable or are you being unreasonable?!" The girl was about to erupt in anger when she suddenly noticed that the muscles in his cheeks were trembling uncontrollably, and his face looked as if he was having an extremely difficult time breathing. She took a breath, "What... what's wrong with you?"

Feng Nian'en looked at her with a completely unfamiliar gaze, as if she were seeing her for the first time.

Delicate skin, youthful blood, an alluring scent...

Bite down, just bite down, leaving two faint, bluish marks on her neck and wrist, bite down...

"Idiot? Idiot?"

"Get out! Don't let me see you! Don't let me fucking see you again!"

As he spoke, he slammed the door shut.

Si Wen stared at the tightly closed iron gate for a long while before she came to her senses. Her whole body was trembling, her face flushed with an odd red, and suddenly she raised her leg and kicked the iron gate.

She rushed downstairs, jumped into the car, her hands trembling as she inserted the key, but she finally managed to get it in, and immediately floored the accelerator.

She didn't know how many kilometers she had driven, or where she was. She just drove on instinctively, letting the night wind whip across her face like needles, letting the wind sting her eyes. She didn't know how many traffic cameras had taken her picture, or how many red lights she had run.

She knew nothing, she just kept accelerating! Accelerating!

Finally, she stopped. She didn't know where she was. She only knew she was lying on a stretch of highway. She took out a cigarette and smoked one after another. Thick smoke rose, gradually thinned, until it was blown away by the wind and dissolved into the air...

"That's all fucking bullshit!"

As she exhaled her last puff of smoke, she looked at the twinkling stars in the sky and pursed her lips.

Chapter Twelve

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Feng Nian'en held her head, leaned against the door, and slid to the ground.

He heard the girl kicking the door, heard her running in the corridor, and he even heard the engine starting!

He felt confused, as if everything was shrouded in mist. But the sounds were so clear, so clear, as clear as his heartbeat, as clear as the thirst flowing through his blood.

He suddenly jumped up from the ground and found a hemp rope in the storage room.

"Alright!" he muttered to himself as if making a vow, "Let's see who wins."

“That’s impressive, boy. I hope you can be just as determined in five days. Then maybe we’ll see the first vampire who willingly starves to death.”

A voice as clear as crystal, like a spell, rang in his ears. He suddenly screamed, dropped the rope, and collapsed onto the bed.

The clock struck once, and Feng Nian'en's body trembled. She slowly closed her eyes.