569: 9.39 You Can Speak?

9.39 You Can Speak?

Did he have another choice? No.2

Could he refuse? No.

Could he run away? 

As if sensing his thoughts, Zhao Bolin slowly slipped his hand into his coat pocket and took out a syringe, waving it in front of Lu Yizhou's face with a dramatic flair as though saying, "Remember this?"

Lu Yizhou's expression sank. It seemed like he had to instill into Zhao Bolin's mind that it would be so easy for Lu Yizhou to subdue him. If he really wanted to fight back, that thin needle could not even get close to him at all. 

Zhao Bolin must have known that Lu Yizhou was deliberately losing to him. After seeing the activity level of the virus in his blood, the smart Professor Zhao must have already gauged Lu Yizhou's overall strength and knew that he was no match at all. Alas, this man took advantage of the fact that he could not bear to hurt him in the slightest and coerced him to undergo countless improper experiments. Lu Yizhou let out a faint sigh. Who told him to love this man more than life itself?

As a henpecked husband, Lu Yizhou could only surrender to his fate and obediently lay on the experiment table like a fish on the chopping board. Zhao Bolin's sound was muffled through the mask as he prepared the injection. "I have already calculated it accurately. This antidote will only last for ten minutes at most. After that, it will be defeated by the virus inside you and vanish without a trace. However, it's still better than nothing, right?"

Zhao Bolin could experiment on Xiao Tuns in the place of humans but in this world, there was only one Lu Yizhou. So he could only grit his teeth and prepare himself for whatever might come.

"Ready?" Zhao Bolin's golden eyes curved. His entire body was almost vibrating out of his skin due to excitement. Lu Yizhou braced himself and closed his eyes. In the next second, there was a little pinprick on his arm. Not painful, but very ticklish. 

"Done!" Zhao Bolin patted his bicep happily and took off his mask. "How do you feel?"

Lu Yizhou slowly opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. Was it only his imagination or… was his body slowly getting warmer? No, it was not! His temperature was steadily increasing! He sat up with a groan and under Zhao Bolin's wide stare, broke out in cold sweats. All of the bones in his body ached like he had gotten a flu. 

But he was a zombie, how could he have gotten sick?

Zhao Bolin sucked in a breath as he stared at the sight in front of him. Lu Yizhou's usually pale and sickly face was slowly suffused in pink, giving him an exquisite yet heartrending touch. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dampening his hair and making its tip curl on the end. Zhao Bolin watched as his breathing got heavier and the silver in his orbs darkened a degree further. It reminded him of the time when he was… giving Lu Yizhou pleasure… He swallowed and forced the question out of his choked up throat. "How… How are you feeling?"

He tested Lu Yizhou's temperature and found that it was quickly breaking through 39 degrees Celsius! 

All of a sudden, Lu Yizhou keeled over as though something had struck him right on his gut, a pained groan escaped from his lips. Zhao Bolin did not even think of taking protective measure as he threw himself on Lu Yizhou and let the latter's head lean on his shoulder. He grabbed Lu Yizhou's arm to steady him. 

"A–Are you in a lot of pain?!" Zhao Bolin's face paled. He had never expected something like this to happen! When he saw beads of sweat rolling down Lu Yizhou's sharp jaws, he reached out to wipe them and tipped the zombie's head up. "Where does it hurt the most?" Professor Zhao urged in fluster. "Can you give me some kind of signs?!"

"You… fucking madman…" a faint and extremely hoarse voice came out of the zombie's chapped lips. "What have you… urgh… done?"

Zhao Bolin froze with widening eyes. His lips moved. "You…" He blinked, then blinked again, unable to believe his ears. That voice… it was coming out of Lu Yizhou's mouth, right? He was not conjuring it up… right?? All of a sudden, Zhao Bolin's breathing picked up its pace. He gripped Lu Yizhou tighter and asked in a small, trembling voice. "You can speak…?"

Lu Yizhou startled, seemingly only realizing it himself. He touched his throat with a stunned look. "I…" He closed his mouth again and raised his eyes to look at Zhao Bolin. He articulated each word clearly, yet his voice was so hoarse like his vocal cord had broken. "I really can speak…"

Zhao Bolin could not come to his senses for a while. He had not put much hope in this antidote. After all, this was his first attempt and Lu Yizhou's regeneration rate was really too high. The antidote would definitely be devoured in a short time. He only wanted to record the data and made adjustments according to it but… who could guess that something like this would happen? 

In this life, he had thought that he would never be able to hear Lu Yizhou's voice… He had never admitted it yet sometimes, when he saw the man signing with his hands, he would wonder… what kind of voice would this beautiful man have? Professor Zhao had not let himself mulled over it too much for fear of disappointing himself. Lu Yizhou had lost his voice when he became a zombie and the possibility that he would regain it was close to nil.

But now…

He just heard Lu Yizhou speak…

"You can speak—!" Zhao Bolin grabbed the man's face and was so gleeful that he almost jumped in place. Before he could think, he smacked his lips on the side of Lu Yizhou's head and rushed over to grab his notebook. "Wait a moment, I need to write this—ah!"

Before Zhao Bolin could even take two steps forward, a powerful force grabbed him from behind. Professor Zhao gasped sharply and when he blinked, he found himself sprawled over the metal experiment table with Lu Yizhou looming above him. A devilish smirk curled on those tantalizing lips and the subtle flush on his cheeks made him look all the more alluring. The weak-willed Professor Zhao immediately cowered under this overwhelming beauty. "You… What are you trying to do?!" He tried to struggle only to find that his wrists were constrained. Somehow, this situation gave off a very strong déjà vu…

"Zhao Bolin," a visible shudder ran over his body at the sound of that voice calling his name for the first time. Lu Yizhou bared his teeth in a wicked grin. "You sure are having a lot of fun, huh…"

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