555: 9.25 What Tempts Me More

9.25 What Tempts Me More

"Do you want to eat me?"  0

That question came out naturally from Zhao Bolin's mouth as though he was just asking about weather instead of provoking a genuine, certified and legitimate zombie who could bite him at any moment. 

Against all odds, Zhao Bolin was truly not afraid. Just like how he had a strong conviction that Lu Yizhou would not betray him and leave him behind, he was also certain that… this man would not do anything to hurt him; that no matter what Zhao Bolin did, Lu Yizhou would keep him safe, always. Let alone frightened, he could not even find a sliver of fear within him. This gut instinct was truly mystical yet for some reason, Zhao Bolin did not want to question it right now.

He pulled his hand back and rubbed his fingers to feel the texture of Lu Yizhou's saliva. It was slightly cool to the touch and clear, definitely unlike the thick mucus which other zombies produced.

Zhao Bolin's lips curved upward. He himself was totally unaware of it, but what little doubt and apprehension he had toward Lu Yizhou vanished with this one confession. This person could even expose his precarious identity to him, what more did he have to hide? However, there was something Zhao Bolin did not understand though. "Why… did you come to me? Don't try to lie," he warned. "I know that it's not a coincidence that you came here. You could have gone anywhere without hindrance yet you chose to stay here. May I be bold to assume that you're here for me?"

Lu Yizhou's eyes were still pitch black in color. Being stared at by such an inhumanely intense gaze ought to be uncomfortable for most people but Zhao Bolin had always been an outlier. He tried to search within himself, yet aside from the vibrating excitement of seeing a rare species as well as something else he could not identify, he did not feel anything else. One thing for certain, he did not mind being stared at… as long as it was Lu Yizhou.

To his surprise, Lu Yizhou did not bring his hands out to sign nor did he give any kind of response. If not for his undulating chest, Zhao Bolin would have taken him as a statue. An infuriatingly attractive, perfect statue of a zombie.

Was he tethering on the edge of insanity and reason? Was he desperately holding himself back? Did he… really want to devour Zhao Bolin that much?

This man always looked so calm and composed as though he had everything in control. Well, in a sense, that was true. With his powerful ability, he could have taken over the world and became the supreme ruler, obliterating the weak human race and starting a new era of undead species. Despite that, here he was, locked in a small laboratory together with a human who could potentially summon a whole team of armed soldiers to fight him. Not that Zhao Bolin would ever do that. His point was… Lu Yizhou had always given the impression that he would not bat an eyelid even if the sky collapsed. Somehow it made Zhao Bolin wonder… what could cause such a man to lose control?

His desire for raw flesh or… something else?

Oh, he was curious… So very curious. And once Professor Zhao's curiosity was piqued, he would spare nothing to get the answer he wanted. Such was the basic principle of a researcher.

With no response from Lu Yizhou, Zhao Bolin narrowed his eyes in thought. He took one last step forward to close the meager distance between them, until he could feel the bone-deep coldness radiating from Lu Yizhou as well as his powerful heartbeat. He reached out to place his fingers on the pulse point on Lu Yizhou's neck, feeling the man stiffen up in response. 

"Hmm… it's quite strange." Zhao Bolin said his thoughts out loud just like how he did when he experimented on something. "Your temperature is clearly so low, almost like a corpse yet your heart is still beating." 

As he spoke, he trailed his hand down to Lu Yizhou's chest, pressing his palm flat to the skin where his heart was. "How marvelous…" Zhao Bolin murmured under his breath. "You're really such a contradictory man. Other than your inner temperature, I wonder what other biological aspect has changed after you turned into a zombie? Can you feel my touch vividly? When I get this close to you, what kind of thoughts do you have in mind?"

The more Zhao Bolin said, the faster Lu Yizhou's heartbeat was. It was almost alarming how rapid its rate was. Yet the rhythm of his breathing did not falter a bit. There was not a change to his complexion either. He still looked like a gorgeous zombie statue. 

Dissatisfied with the lack of response, Zhao Bolin took things a step further. He tilted his head up to stare right into Lu Yizhou's dark eyes. "I am asking you a question, Zombie Lu." With their eyes still connected, Zhao Bolin's hand on the other's chest continued its exploration. His slender fingers maped the contour of Lu Yizhou's chest, arms and down to his tapered waist. "Other than the obvious physical changes and the abnormal appetite, are you any different than ordinary human beings? Can you feel ticklish? What did you think of when you were infected? How can you defeat the virus and absorb it into your body? Most importantly… is there anyone else like you in this world?" Zhao Bolin's fingers hovered around the waistband of Lu Yizhou's trousers. 

For the pursuit of knowledge, the distinguished Professor Zhao was willing to sell his soul to the devil and forgo his shame. His breathing stuttered a little as he followed along the trajectory until he finally cupped the zombie's genitals. It was surprisingly… enormous and solid. "Can you reproduce?" Zhao Bolin's voice became slightly raspy. "What can make you feel aroused? Other than blood and raw flesh, is there anything that tempt you—"

Professor Zhao had not finished his sentence yet when his vision suddenly blurred. Wind whistled past his ears and when he came to his senses, he found himself thrown to the opposite wall with Lu Yizhou caging his body. The abrupt movement caused Professor Zhao's glasses to slip from his face, held by the silver chains around his neck. 

Zhao Bolin let out a gasp as he looked around. That was at least twenty meters from where they were standing! And Lu Yizhou… he managed to cover it even in less than a blink of an eye. His speed was truly astonishing! 

A growl rumbled deep from Lu Yizhou's throat and only then did Zhao Bolin emerge from his interrogative state and try to struggle. Both of his wrists were held by Lu Yizhou's broad palm above his head. His grip was suffocatingly strong, almost breaking Zhao Bolin's fragile bones into two.

Alas, just based on ordinary humans' standard, Zhao Bolin's strength could be placed in the bottom rung, how could he be compared to a superior zombie like Lu Yizhou? That little struggle of his should be no different than an ant squirming on the surface of Lu Yizhou's palm, ticklish and almost negligible.

"You…" Zhao Bolin stuttered, a hint of nervousness flashed through his eyes. "What are you trying to do?" 

Lu Yizhou's nose was so close to his neck, his icy breath fanned Zhao Bolin's skin, sending a layer of goosebumps all over his body. Zhao Bolin shivered. He could clearly perceive how tense Lu Yizhou's entire body was, his back muscles were so taut it was like he was going to snap at any moment. Only then did Zhao Bolin finally realize that he seemed to have taken things a little too far… 

"I… I apologize!" He blurted out with color rising to his cheeks. His slender frame trembled, whether from alarm or something else, only he knew. "I shouldn't have taken you as a test subject! No matter what, you're still a being with intelligence and dignity…"

He sensed Lu Yizhou's fingers moving across his palm. Lu Yizhou seemed to be writing something. Zhao Bolin resisted the cold and ticklishness and focused on the matter at hand. With difficulty, he deciphered what the other was trying to say.

[You ask me… what tempts me more than blood and raw flesh?]

Lu Yizhou finally lifted his head from Zhao Bolin's neck. His features were twisted and the veins throbbing on the surface of his pale skin became even more prominent. Saliva was dribbling over the corner of his lips and faint red veins could be seen in his pitch black eyes. Rather than dirty, there was a sense of deranged aesthetic to him, as if a long suppressed beast was on the verge of breaking out from the cage that had been confining it. 

His lips moved at the same time with his finger, branding the word to Zhao Bolin's eyes and skin.

[You.]

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