◎Cold fingertips press down, leaving slight indentations.◎
Well-meaning lines, clumsy acting.
The room was completely silent. Lin Jingdu secretly raised an eye to look back. The person sitting on the bed kept his arms crossed. His pale face showed no expression, not a twitch or change in breathing, cold and still like stone.
He was still on guard.
Sure enough, the "Human Nurturing Manual" occasionally made mistakes. Lin Jingdu thought disappointedly, humans obviously don’t buy into cuteness or playing pitiful.
The boy’s hand was still on the door handle, his mouth silently drooping in disappointment. The Evil God looked even smaller than before.
He lowered his head, soft black hair slipping from his neck, revealing pale skin. He turned his back to Yue Peihui and said softly, "I won’t force you. If you want to leave…"
After hesitating, Lin Jingdu said, "That’s fine too." His voice was as weak as a wisp of fog, not sincere.
Because if the human escaped… he could just catch him again.
After saying this, the bedroom fell silent again. The Evil God quietly pressed the door and was about to leave the room.
Just as the door was about to close, he suddenly heard a heavy "thud!"
Lin Jingdu snapped his head back. The man’s elbow barely supported on the bedside table, his slightly moved hand covered in blood. His already pale face had an abnormal, sickly red blotch.
The repeatedly cracked wound and several days of nonstop work caused his high fever. His condition was extremely weak, yet he still forced himself to talk to Lin Jingdu.
The boy pursed his lips, adding one more evaluation of his pet: completely careless about himself.
Yue Peihui wanted to hold himself up, but besides smearing glaring blood on the surface of the sheet, there seemed no other way.
In this state, it was almost impossible for him to solve things alone.
Suddenly, a bandage and ointment fell onto the plain sheet.
Yue Peihui’s eyes snapped open. The strange one who threw the bandage and ointment had turned around, quietly leaning against the door, his slender body almost blending into the surrounding darkness.
This was prepared by Lin Jingdu, a novice with no experience caring for humans, just in case. Unexpectedly, it was needed so soon after they met. But he only threw the ointment and bandage over and didn’t come closer.
Pulling at the corner of his mouth, the man asked, "Why don’t you come closer?"
Unexpectedly, the human asked him this question. Lin Jingdu answered simply, "Because you don’t want me to." His tone was natural, as if fully accepting Yue Peihui’s resistance to his approach.
His answer was beyond the man’s expectations. The cold, hard aura flickered for a moment when the boy said this. The black eyes showed a trace of distraction, though it looked like it was caused by the high fever.
As if realizing something, after a moment of silence, the man chose to speak in a hoarse voice: "Come here."
Huh?
An unexpected surprise from the heavens. Lin Jingdu stared blankly at him.
The man used all his strength to move back to his original position, weakly leaning against the headboard with half-closed eyes. He had no energy to repeat himself and could only sit quietly there… in the most miserable posture.
But this just happened to be Lin Jingdu’s favorite look.
Unlike some of his kind who blindly pursued strength, Lin Jingdu liked to see vulnerable things show their fragility "just right" to him.
His legs moved a bit, but the boy didn’t immediately advance, instead pursing his lips with some hesitation. Humans were the best at deception. What if this was another trick? What if the little knife was pressed against his neck again?
Although it couldn’t kill him, thinking about a leaking airway while having to act as an encouraging master praising the pet made the Evil God feel a bit tired.
Seeing Lin Jingdu not move for a long time, the man reopened his eyes, a flicker of light in them.
He spoke again, with a hint of mockery: "If you want to be my master, you should show more commitment, right?"
Lin Jingdu glanced at him and emphasized, "You told me not to touch you."
Unexpectedly, the strange one really remembered every word. The man was speechless for a moment—too exhausted to speak and unable to stop the possible danger ahead.
…If only his supernatural ability was still intact, things might be much better.
The smell of blood slowly spread in the bedroom, pulling Lin Jingdu forward involuntarily by a step.
"…"
The man glanced sideways at this and said nothing.
The boy struggled to control his legs, which defied rational thought. His face showed no expression, making his explanation seem very serious: "It’s because you smell too good, not my subjective will."
In human society, the Evil God hadn’t yet fully learned to express "joy" emotions, but he had already learned "embarrassment."
Why does a human smell so enticing that even an Evil God can't resist the attraction?
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly as the man gradually softened his tone: "I'm in a lot of pain right now… Are you planning to wait until I die to find a new pet?"
His tone was stiff, but it was clearly an open invitation.
Lin Jingdu knew the human before him didn't truly believe him at all.
But that didn't matter; at least for now, the human needed his help.
He slowly stepped forward, Lin Jingdu seriously emphasized, "Don't threaten me, and don't speak in defeatist terms."
He stood completely at the edge of the man's bed, lowering his curled eyelashes, continuing, "I'm very loyal. At least before you die, I will only have you as my one and only pet."
Having more than one pet would be troublesome; he would find it tiring too.
Yue Peihui said nothing, just quietly stared at him.
"Let go, I'll treat you."
"You really know how to treat?" The man slowly moved his hand away from covering the wound, the marks were gruesome, and an ominous aura lingered.
Lin Jingdu glanced over and immediately knew that the simple treatment he had done before was useless: wounds caused by the strange phenomenon couldn't be healed with ordinary methods.
