The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity
Chapter 205 - 202: You Bite Mine First, Courtesy Calls for Reciprocity

Chapter 205: Chapter 202: You Bite Mine First, Courtesy Calls for Reciprocity

Wang Family’s firewood room was a very small space where Qin Zhao and Chu Yan sat together on a long bench.

Chu Yan’s packed lunch had been completely stolen by Tengshe, so Qin Zhao and Chu Yan could only have some bread for dinner.

There was a severe temperature difference between day and night in autumn; wearing a sweater at noon felt somewhat hot, but by dusk, the cold wind was rampant.

When the sky had turned completely dark, the cold wind was banging the wooden door loudly.

"Are you cold?" Chu Yan took her hand and gently blew on it.

"Not cold."

Qin Zhao’s expression stiffened, and she tried to pull her hand back. For someone in cultivation, this bit of cold was nothing.

"Oh."

Chu Yan acknowledged with a sound, but he didn’t let go of her hand and kept holding it firmly.

In the pitch-black firewood room, Qin Zhao could only see his outline, and he was very close to her.

Chu Yan pinched her hand, and when his fingertips touched her ring finger, he didn’t feel the ring.

His narrow, cold Phoenix Eyes slightly narrowed, and a flicker of displeasure passed through the depths of his profound eyes.

"Where is the wedding ring I gave you?"

"I put it away."

She had put it away when he wasn’t paying attention. Qin Zhao still wasn’t used to wearing a ring.

Suddenly, she felt a very faint pain and some moisture at her fingertips.

Qin Zhao clenched her hand violently, her voice filled with annoyance, "Why are you biting me? Are you a dog or what?!"

"Who told you to forget to wear the ring?"

"I didn’t want to wear it."

"No, you forgot."

"..." Fine, fine, whatever you say!

Qin Zhao was speechless, moved a little bit to the other side of the long bench to avoid being too close to him.

It was really annoying.

Last time he bit her neck!

As she moved a distance away, Chu Yan moved a bit closer to her side.

"Don’t come any closer!" Qin Zhao said fiercely.

In the cramped firewood room, the atmosphere suddenly became chillier.

"Then come back here yourself."

Qin Zhao was already sitting next to him, and he wanted to hold her, but she moved away.

His profound Phoenix Eyes were even darker than the night, staring at her unblinkingly with a strong sense of aggression, like a wild animal peering out in the night, ready to drag her back to its lair the next second.

"I don’t want to," Qin Zhao flatly refused, feeling that sitting next to him would only annoy and unsettle her.

She wanted to focus all her attention outside, waiting for the Ghost to come, instead of constantly being distracted by Chu Yan, that dog of a guy.

She seemed unaware that every word he said, every little move he made, would stir waves in her heart and slowly unsettle her cold-hearted resolve.

If Qin Zhao wouldn’t come to him, Chu Yan would always come to her.

No sooner had she spoken than he sat closer, forcibly pulling her into his arms.

"Where’s the ring? Take it out and put it on."

"I won’t! Just because you tell me to wear it, I have to?" Qin Zhao was displeased, not particularly fond of wearing jewelry.

"Qin Zhao, don’t force me to kiss you right here."

Chu Yan’s tone grew colder by a few degrees, his mind suddenly filled with many thoughts. He thought she was unwilling to wear the ring because she had complaints against him and was surely thinking of ways to leave him.

His well-defined hand grasped her chin.

His breath was very close, clean and refined, yet oppressive and profound.

Qin Zhao was someone who wouldn’t respond to force, and the more Chu Yan threatened her, the less she wanted to wear the ring.

She naturally wouldn’t let him kiss her obediently and bit down on his arm that was holding her.

"You like to bite people, don’t you?"

A hint of cold flashed in Qin Zhao’s eyes as she bit down a bit harder.

Soon, she tasted the metallic tang of blood.

Chu Yan hadn’t expected her to be so rude, and couldn’t help but frown.

The hand on her waist instantly tightened, his phoenix eyes deepened, his Adam’s apple moved slightly, and his voice lowered, "Zhaozhao, it hurts."

Qin Zhao paused, knowing full well that his tone was deliberately pitiful, but she still let go.

The moment she let go, it was over.

Chu Yan’s arm steadied her waist, and the hand that had been injured suddenly wrapped around her head, pressing against the back of her skull, then he kissed her fiercely.

Swiftly and violently, he stole her breath away, adding a punitive edge as he bit her lips, leaving her gasping for air and her beautiful peach blossom eyes misting with tears.

"You... Bastard!"

Qin Zhao raised her hand to hit him, but he promptly released her and caught her wrist.

"You bit me first, turnabout is fair play."

"You bit me last time in Wuchang Town too!"

Chu Yan offered his neck with a light laugh, "Then bite back."

In the firewood room, strands of moonlight shone through, just right to illuminate his pale neck and handsomely ambiguous face—half-shadowed, lips curved in a faint smile, both righteous and wicked.

At this moment, if Qin Zhao bit his neck, even she felt as if she were engaging in something salacious.

"Get lost!" she pushed Chu Yan away indignantly.

His eyes twinkled with amusement as he asked, "Does it hurt? A kiss will make it all better."

"Can’t you have some shame?"

If she wasn’t worried about making too much noise and alerting the ghost, Qin Zhao would definitely teach him why the flowers were so red today!

Just as she finished speaking, the cold wind outside seemed to grow stronger.

Qin Zhao felt a surge of yin energy and a strong scent of blood.

It wasn’t the type of blood scent from her lip but that foul and pungent blood odor.

Her Divine Sense reached out, circled the courtyard, then proceeded to the adjacent room.

Wang Shuangwei’s wife and mother lay in bed, eyes closed but obviously not asleep, tossing and turning worriedly.

The light was on in the room, and Wang Shuangwei and his father were sitting at the table smoking.

Hearing the howling wind outside, they moved closer to each other.

"The wind is very strong tonight, has that thing come?"

The father exhaled a puff of smoke, his cigarette-holding hand trembling slightly.

"I don’t know, let’s hope all is well."

Wang Shuangwei looked exhausted and his brows were tightly knit.

Qin Zhao’s Divine Sense kept watch, ready to act as soon as the evil object appeared.

But after a long wait, nothing showed up.

The talismans she had placed around the room remained inactive.

Should any evil object approach, these talismans would immediately attack.

Moreover, Qin Zhao could sense that the yin energy mixed with the blood scent seemed to fade considerably. Had the evil object sensed the danger and fled?

Chu Yan noticed her sudden solemn expression and ceased his teasing.

Both waited in the firewood room for a long time, almost until dawn, yet nothing happened.

Wang Shuangwei and his family stayed up all night until the first light of day.

When the sunlight entered the room, they all heaved a sigh of relief.

But remembering Qin Zhao’s admonishments, they still dared not leave the room.

At daybreak, Qin Zhao knew that the thing wouldn’t come back and she emerged from the firewood room.

Right away, she felt something was amiss. Her gaze fell upon the corpse in the courtyard and she lifted the straw mat.

Seeing the grotesque state of the two bodies, Qin Zhao’s pupils involuntarily contracted.