Chapter 7

The bathroom was filled with the metallic scent of Qi Wu’s blood—the scent of a boy’s blood seemed somehow more intense than anyone else’s. That strong, sweet, iron-tinged stench felt as if it could solidify into a thick, damp substance, creeping deeper and deeper into Xie Xishu’s lungs with every breath.

Not only that, the smell seemed to cling to him, seeping through his pores and into his body. Xie Xishu felt utterly nauseated.

“What… what exactly do you want to do?”

Weak, oxygen-starved, terrified beyond measure—innumerable emotions intertwined within him, so intense that Xie Xishu nearly fainted.

A top student like him had, at this moment, lost even the most basic capacity to think. Only when he finally spoke did he realize his voice had taken on a quivering, tearful tone.

“Why do you keep… keep staring at me…”

Qi Wu did not answer. His pitch-black eyes remained unblinking, fixated on the boy’s unusually pale face.

The once rosy skin, drained of color by fear, was now dotted with glistening droplets that could have been tears or sweat.

[Ah, if only I could lick them…]

Qi Wu’s lips tightened to restrain his restless tongue. His heavy, muffled breathing grew louder and more pronounced in the iron-scented bathroom.

Then, suddenly, he stepped forward, meeting Xie Xishu’s horrified gaze step by step. Deep crimson blood trickled down his face, soaking his shoulders and chest. As the distance closed, Xie Xishu involuntarily saw more clearly—the terrifying wound on Qi Wu’s forehead, inflicted by his own hand.

Qi Wu’s luck today had been rather unfortunate.

Compared to him, Xie Xishu was utterly powerless, barely able to defend himself; yet, in a panic, the bottle he smashed on Qi Wu had dealt far more damage than expected.

Tiny shards of green glass were still deeply embedded in the ragged wound. A deep gash had opened among Qi Wu’s black hair.

A small patch of scalp, still attached to hair, hung loosely over his temple, swinging slightly with each step. Xie Xishu could see the deep red flesh beneath the skin, and faintly, the white of the skull peeking through the blood.

Yet Qi Wu seemed completely unaware of the pain.

Certainly, the boy’s cheek twitched slightly, but the twitch was not from pain—it was something that sent chills down Xie Xishu’s spine and made cold sweat pour down his body.

At that moment, he had lost even the courage to struggle. Like a hare caught in the headlights, he was frozen on the spot, unable to move, allowing Qi Wu to stand directly before him.

Qi Wu raised his hand toward Xie Xishu.

His fingertips were covered in blood, sticky and thick as they touched him.

Then, his fingers traced slowly along the contour of Xie Xishu’s eye, gently wiping away the small patch of skin beneath it.

Qi Wu wiped away Xie Xishu’s tears.

His movements were slow but forceful. Xie Xishu had only shed a few tears from fright, but under Qi Wu’s nearly rough rubbing, the tears flowed more freely.

“Ugh—”

It hurt.

Xie Xishu couldn’t help but let out a pained whimper.

But next, to his shock, Qi Wu withdrew his hand and, right before him, placed the blood-and-tears-stained fingertip into his mouth, sucking on it with the greed of an infant.

“So… sweet.”

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