At that moment, Ouyang Huiye only felt a trace of coolness spreading through his chest and lungs.
So comfortable.
But after the prolonged slaughter, combined with excessive blood loss, his vision began to swim before his eyes, and he finally lost consciousness.
The next day at noon, inside a residential building in the eastern district of Linjiang City.
When Ouyang Huiye woke up, he found that his wounds had all been treated and bandaged perfectly.
The burning pain in his injuries was no longer as intense as before.
The strangest thing was that the spot on his ribs where the zombie had clawed him—the unbearable itching—had completely disappeared.
“I… didn’t mutate into a zombie? She really saved me?”
He slowly sat up and looked around. Had she left?
Suppressing the pain in his abdomen, he walked to the living room.
On the sofa, a slender girl was sprawled out on her back, sleeping soundly.
He tiptoed over to the sofa.
This woman’s origins were unknown. If he just killed her, no one would ever know about his humiliating state.
But somehow, he kept inexplicably recalling the way she had stepped on his chest and threatened him.
Such slender yet powerful legs…
Hua Wuyan heard the noise and opened her eyes alertly, catching sight of the conflict in Ouyang Huiye’s gaze. Was this guy planning to go back on his word?
Her 200 fortune points were still at stake!
“Ouyang Huiye, are you trying to back out?”
She sprang up and stood on the sofa, bringing herself to eye level with him, staring at him with clear displeasure.
“I always keep my promises.” His gloomy face had shed a layer of coldness, replaced by a hint of vitality and roguish charm.
“I said that as long as you could save me, I would do your bidding from now on.”
“Wrong! It’s ‘be at my beck and call.'”
“To me, there’s no difference. So, what do you want me to do?”
“Oh, the difference is huge.”
She extended a slender, jade-like index finger to hook under his chin, leaning in for a closer look. Ignoring the dried bloodstains on his face, Ouyang Huiye’s features were remarkably handsome—refined and otherworldly.
“With looks like these, you’re certainly qualified to be a subject beneath my skirts. Ouyang Huiye, are you willing to pledge yourself to me as your master?”
“…”
“What? You’re unwilling to engage in dual cultivation with me?”
Ouyang Huiye subtly furrowed his brow, then relaxed it again.
The survival pressure after the apocalypse was indeed immense. This woman was probably out of her mind.
A subject beneath her skirts? Pledge himself to her as master? And calling herself “this sovereign”?
The key point was… dual cultivation.
His wildly pounding heart made his wounds ache terribly, and heat surged uncontrollably from his lower abdomen.
Ouyang Huiye gritted his teeth, a hint of shame coloring his expression. “I’m still severely injured and not yet healed.”
“True.” Hua Wuyan’s jade-like fingertips slid down across his chest, then traveled back up to circle his Adam’s apple, finally brushing over his grimy face.
“Then we’ll wait until you’ve recovered.”
His injuries were indeed severe—there was no way they’d heal in less than half a month.
Besides, her current cultivation wasn’t strong enough to activate the technique anyway.
His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed twice. For the first time, Ouyang Huiye couldn’t bring himself to look someone in the eye.
This woman’s fingertips grazed across his skin, caked with a mixture of sweat and blood, and it stirred something within him that shouldn’t be there.
Stop! When had he, Ouyang Huiye, ever let anyone treat him so freely?
[Ding! Ouyang Huiye’s Favorability Rating -1.]
Her wandering fingers froze abruptly. “Unbelievable!” Even just touching his face lowered his favorability!
Since she couldn’t touch…
Her caressing hand lifted slightly.
The moment the touch left his face, Ouyang Huiye felt a sudden pang of loss.
The next second, her soft palm slapped against his grime-covered cheek.
“Smack!”
His already flushed cheek burned even hotter, the redness spreading rapidly to his ears.
His embarrassment came to an abrupt halt, replaced by fury.
His blazing eyes locked onto hers.
“You dare hit me?”
[Ding! Ouyang Huiye’s Favorability Rating -1.]
“I told you, I don’t like you speaking to me in that interrogating tone. Also, since you’re going to be my dog, I want both your body and your heart to submit to me.”
[Ding, Ouyang Huiye’s Favorability Rating +3, current Favorability Rating is 46%.]
This Ouyang Huiye was truly unpredictable!
His Favorability Rating was rising far too slowly.
[Friendly reminder, Host. If you can’t raise Ouyang Huiye’s Favorability Rating above 60% by the end of today, you’ll need to pay the System 20 points in interest every day from now on.]
“Completing a Providence Quest only earns me 3 Opportunity Points, and a spatial jade bracelet can only be exchanged for 10 Opportunity Points.
These Opportunity Points really don’t stretch far!”
[Don’t lose heart, Host. Ouyang Huiye was thrown by his biological mother, in the name of the family, onto the man-eating Blood Demon Island as a child to be trained into a killing tool. When it comes to emotions, he’s a blank slate.
He’s bloodthirsty by nature, emotionally twisted, yet starving for love. The more dominant you are, the faster you’ll conquer him.]
“I see. Sounds like this Ouyang Huiye is actually kind of pitiful.
But strange—Ouyang Huiye is just a supporting character. The book barely describes his past at all. How do you know so much?”
[Ahem, I have something to take care of, let’s not chat for now. I wish you success in conquering your target soon.]
“System, get back here!” This damn System—fine, if it wouldn’t say, it wouldn’t say, but did it really need to flee with such obvious guilt?
She snapped back to attention and saw Ouyang Huiye pulling her hand into his own palm, a flicker of anxiety in his eyes.
Tsk. He looked exactly like a misbehaving child afraid of getting a beating.
With his pale lips and limp, powerless body, he clearly didn’t have the strength to resist her. It was time to drop the heavy stuff.
“Ouyang Huiye, I’ve always only kept obedient dogs.”
She spoke while watching his expression closely. Seeing his anxiety shift to curiosity, she continued.
“Ouyang Huiye, do you know what happens to disobedient dogs?”
Masochistic types were as numerous as ox hairs in the Cultivation Realm, but most were weak men who fantasized about clinging to her skirts.
She had no interest in dealing with them. But she certainly had methods to handle them.
A powerhouse like Ouyang Huiye from the Apocalypse had successfully sparked her desire to conquer.
Ouyang Huiye stared intently at her eyes, watching a hint of detachment rise in her calm, composed gaze.
Was it his imagination? A second ago, this woman had wanted to conquer him; the next, her expression gave him the feeling she was about to draw a line between them.
That sense of falling short sent a jolt of panic through him. “What… happens?”
He took the bait!
A faint sneer curled on her lips, then she suddenly leaned in, leaving only a finger’s width between their lips.
Hua Wuyan saw Ouyang Huiye instinctively retreat, so she grabbed his collar to stop him from escaping.
As Ouyang Huiye breathed, a faint fragrance seeped into his lungs.
So fragrant!
The school uniform this woman wore was from Lin University and looked like it hadn’t been washed in ages.
How could a body like that carry such an alluring scent?
Just as he tried to take a deep breath to locate the source of the fragrance—
Hua Wuyan suddenly shoved him back into the sofa, causing him to hiss in pain as he clutched the wound on his abdomen.
“If the little dog doesn’t behave… then I don’t want him anymore.” With that, she turned and walked toward the front door without any warning.
It wasn’t until the door began to open that Ouyang Huiye snapped back to his senses, letting out a weak yet slightly panicked growl.
“You wouldn’t dare!”
The door slammed shut with a bang, leaving Ouyang Huiye sitting on the sofa like an abandoned vicious dog.
His chest heaved rapidly as he pressed against the wound on his abdomen, his expression twisting into something ferocious.
Damn this severe injury!
Damn this woman!
Damn it… she actually really left!
“You’ve provoked me—don’t think you can just kick me aside!”