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

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 so bread for dinner.

There was a severe temperature difference between day and night in autumn; wearing a sweater at noon felt sowhat 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 soone 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 so moisture at her fingertips.

Qin Zhao clenched her hand violently, her voice filled with annoyance, "Why are you biting ? 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 ti he bit her neck!

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

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

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

"Then co 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 co, instead of constantly being distracted by Chu Yan, that dog of a guy.

She seed 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 co to him, Chu Yan would always co 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 to wear it, I have to?" Qin Zhao was displeased, not particularly fond of wearing jewelry.

"Qin Zhao, don’t force 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 soone 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 tallic 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 mont 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 first, turnabout is fair play."

"You bit last ti 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 handsoly ambiguous face—half-shadowed, lips curved in a faint smile, both righteous and wicked.

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

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

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

"Can’t you have so sha?"

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 seed 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 co?"

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 imdiately attack.

Moreover, Qin Zhao could sense that the yin energy mixed with the blood scent seed 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 ti, 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 rembering Qin Zhao’s admonishnts, they still dared not leave the room.

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

Right away, she felt sothing 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.