Chapter 9

She scooped up the oatmeal with eggs and sugar, and fed it to the unconscious man spoon by spoon.

Ye Peitian’s long eyelashes moved slightly and suddenly opened.

His eyes were like he was frozen for thousands of years. He was like a dying beast with bloodthirst, hatred and murder were in his eyes.

It was only after he woke up from that violent state that he slowly saw the person in front of him.

The woman came back and was feeding him a jar of food.

Ye Peitian needed food. The heavier the injury, the more he was hungry. Starvation burnt his gastrointestinal tract and every blood vessel around his body, making him suffer. But his injury was serious. It meant that he had no chance to recharge his energy. He was used to being patient in this hungry torment, until the injury recovered, until he was able to crawl out of the mud by himself.

He thought it was ridiculous, but even if he lived so miserably, he would stubbornly guard his little pride.

When the woman left, she left food on the ground. But he was unwilling to lie on the ground like a dog and eat what others left behind.

He could only stay away from there, curling himself into a corner.

Ye Peitian didn’t open his mouth when she held the spoon with food in front of him.

The aroma of the food penetrated into his body pervasively, and he found that there was a taste in his mouth and throat that made him desperately eager to eat it again.

“Eat, it’s sweet,” with that tempting voice, hot food was delivered to his lips, and his mouth opened shamefully. Before the consciousness had responded, he swallowed it.

The warm oatmeal, wrapped in fragrant eggs, rolled all the way from his throat, soothing his hungry stomach. There was a sweetness left between his lips and tongue.

Like the woman said, it was sweet.

This was just a coincidence, Ye Peitian said to himself.

Before the advent of the demons, his favorite food was oatmeal with a little sweetness, but even at that time, his father and stepmother rarely took his taste into account. He was not delusional to think that someone would prepare a special food for him.

Since the first bite was fed, the second and third bite followed logically.

Ye Peitian’s heart was restless and at a loss.

‘Kill this woman, climb back to your empty castle, and retract into the corner to return to the peace you want,’ he kept talking in his heart.

Although he was injured, his powers had been restored, and it was completely unnecessary to kill such a weak low-level saint.

The yellow sand on the ground began to float, but it didn’t condense into sharp thorns at all. Instead, it rolled happily on the ground like his uncontrolled body.

Chu Qianxun took a thin blanket from her backpack and wrapped Ye Peitian’s body.

“Be patient, I will take you to the base to treat your wounds,” the woman squatted down and said to him.

When the woman picked him up, Ye Peitian sadly discovered that he was going to be held in this woman’s arms.

Except for being chased and murdered, he hadn’t been in such a calm and normal life with a fellow person for years. So he was dazed, flustered, and overwhelmed with a little anticipation. Although he knew he would eventually be disappointed, he couldn’t help but fantasize about the person who wrapped him in a blanket. She cautiously embraced him with a little kindness not just to seize his blood.

The person took him out of the dark room and into the bright outdoors.

He leaned his head on the woman’s shoulder and heard the familiar heartbeat again.

‘Forget it,’ Ye Peitian closed his eyes in the dazzling sunlight.

‘No matter what she does to me later, I won’t take her life.’

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