Chu You’s throat moved involuntarily.
Like a dying traveler in the desert who, after a long drought, finally tastes the sweet rain, instinctively and greedily ** the pure and refreshing source.
The once frenzied fox Yao’s essence slowly calmed down, just a little.
This subtle change was clearly transmitted to Lin Mo through their tightly pressed bodies.
The palm of his hand supporting the back of her head trembled slightly, while his other hand pressed against the ground unconsciously clenched into a fist, knuckles whitening from the force.
The dust from the ruins had yet to fully settle; tiny gray particles swirled and drifted around them, blurring their vision.
The soft touch on his lips, belonging to Chu You, and the faint yet persistent ** born from instinct nearly swallowed Lin Mo’s calm and reason whole.
He dared not think too deeply; his mind was in chaos, leaving only the most primal senses screaming.
Lin Mo awkwardly, almost instinctively, adjusted the angle of his lips slightly, trying to make Chu You’s feeding smoother.
Every slight friction or brush felt like an electric current rushing through his spine, bringing a strange fluttering sensation.
“Cough… cough cough…”
Suddenly, Chu You let out a faint cough, breaking the near-stagnant silence.
Lin Mo jolted awake as if burned, lifting his head abruptly and pulling apart the extremely intimate distance between them.
The sudden loss of the cold softness on his lips left a strange emptiness in his heart.
He saw her blood-stained lips part slightly because of his retreat, a streak of crimson snaking down her pale jaw—sharp and otherworldly.
Chu You’s eyelashes fluttered violently as if summoning all her strength.
Finally, those unfocused, misty eyes slowly, painfully opened just a narrow slit.
“Lin Mo…” Chu You’s voice was soft, tinged with exhaustion and weakness, “There’s a guy called Professor behind Lu Ran and Chen Xinyu, you…”
“I know.”
Their eyes met, and Lin Mo gently wiped the blood from Chu You’s mouth corner with his fingertip, his voice growing warmer, “I heard it all on the phone.”
“Mm.”
Chu You finally relaxed and closed her eyes again.
She was tired—not from physical exertion but from a deep weariness crawling out from her flesh and bones.
Lin Mo tightened his arms, as if cradling a fragile gem that could shatter with a touch, and slowly lifted Chu You up.
Holding her steadily, he stood at the edge of the damaged building—the sunlight above bright and clear.
The old teaching building was now completely cordoned off by the Binhai Division members who had arrived a little late.
Beyond the blockade, many teachers and students had gathered, and several anxious school leaders were negotiating with the lead Swordbearer.
“Lin Mo…” the weak voice called softly from his arms.
“Hmm?”
She asked, “Did you do something really bad while I was unconscious?”
“No.”
“Really?”
“…Yes, really.”
Lin Mo hugged her tighter and leapt from the edge of the building.
The cold wind howled.
Chu You curled up in his arms and instinctively rubbed against his chest, as if trying to draw more warmth.
A dark shadow tore through the clouds, rushing off into the distance.
“Lin Mo.”
“Hmm?”
“My tongue hurts, you liar.”
“…”
Mid-air, someone suddenly faltered, then immediately exploded forward at a speed faster than before.
Lin Mo, who had never lost a verbal battle with Chu You, was left speechless for the first time.
…
Binhai Experimental Middle School, inside a shadowed room.
The figure slowly turned around.
Dark, ink-like veins coiled and covered him, concealing everything—appearance, age, build, even gender were impossible to discern.
Opposite him, Chen Xinyu and Lu Ran sat side by side, their spirits crushed.
“Professor…” Lu Ran and Chen Xinyu exchanged glances before Lu Ran bit his lip and spoke slowly, “Sorry, we lost control.”
The one called Professor said nothing, instead leaning forward to scrutinize them for a moment.
Then he nodded slightly, his hoarse voice almost grating, “You messed things up, but I don’t blame you.”
“I just found out that person’s identity… His name is Lin Mo, the newly appointed head of the Binhai Division.”
“A genius with a big reputation, the youngest Golden Crow-level Swordbearer.”
“Losing to him, you two need not blame yourselves or lose heart… At least you helped me confirm something very important.”
At this, the black veins covering Professor’s arm gradually dissipated, revealing his normal skin.
In his hand was a strange, exquisitely sci-fi miniature device emitting a faint green light—on its small screen was the text ‘MPR192.3’.
“The Monster Power Rating is 192.3… Haha, she really is a Yao, and not an ordinary one!”
A pureblood Yao brazenly appearing in a human city?
This was luck, a gift and mercy from the heavens!
Thinking this, Professor opened his other palm, revealing two metallic-looking syringes resting quietly.
He glanced at Chen Xinyu and Lu Ran, a smile curling at his lips, “These two syringes are my latest improved formula. Once injected, not only will your injuries heal, but your strength will increase further.”
Hearing this, Chen Xinyu and Lu Ran simultaneously looked at the syringes in Professor’s hand.
Their breaths quickened, eyes full of longing.
Chen Xinyu trembled as she propped herself up eagerly, reaching out to touch them and said excitedly, “Th-thank you, Professor!”
Professor’s smile deepened as he stepped forward half a pace and handed the two syringes to Lu Ran and Chen Xinyu.
“Take these. You deserve them.”
…
Binhai County Hospital.
Outside the special care ward on the 12th floor, the director wore a sycophantic smile unlike his usual stern demeanor, bowing repeatedly as he carefully retreated down the corridor.
Inside the ward, Lin Mo sat by the bedside, quietly and methodically assigning tasks to his subordinates over the phone.
After more than ten minutes of detailed arrangements, Lin Mo finally hung up and casually placed his phone on the nightstand.
Just as he exhaled in relief, he turned to meet a pair of eyes staring intently at him.
Chu You’s face was pale, weakness and exhaustion etched deeply between her brows, but her gaze was stubborn and unwavering, as if she had been watching him for a long time.
Seeing him finally done, Chu You immediately curled her lips into a cold, mocking laugh.
Though hoarse and weak, her words were clear, “Tell me, how do you plan to compensate for my emotional distress?”
Lin Mo’s face quickly flashed with a perfectly timed blankness.
He blinked innocently and asked, “Emotional distress? What emotional distress?”
Seeing him pretend ignorance, Chu You was momentarily speechless but couldn’t help recalling the lingering warmth and moist softness on her lips when she regained consciousness, along with the faintly spreading metallic sweetness in her mouth.
Her cheeks involuntarily flushed—not from shyness, but pure shame and indignation.
Chu You raised a trembling finger, slowly pointing at her lips, her eyes practically shooting fire.
Seeing her expression and gesture, Lin Mo’s brows lifted, and his usual teasing and relaxed demeanor returned.
He even deliberately curled a smile and retorted slowly, “If we’re talking compensation, shouldn’t you be the one compensating me? Sucking so much and still unsatisfied, what if I get anemia?”
“You…!”
Chu You was so infuriated by his shameless reversal of facts that her vision darkened and her chest heaved violently.
She tried to sit up and grab a pillow to throw at his hateful face, but her weak body refused to obey, even lifting her arm was a struggle.
“Bastard, stinky dog poop!”
“Always ripping the toilet paper, no utensils with takeout, phone always dead when going out…”
Helpless, Chu You could only mutter the cruelest curses she could think of in her heart, ruthlessly stacking debuffs on Lin Mo.
“Tsk~”
Lin Mo gave a flippant admiring sound.
Watching Chu You’s bluffing, feeble yet clawing, furious yet powerless look, he smiled happily, “Senior Sister, if you want to curse me, just say it out loud.”
“Really?” Chu You raised an eyebrow, lips twitching, clearly eager to start.
Upon hearing this, Lin Mo’s smile deepened—
“You actually believe that? Of course, I’m lying.”
“If I heard it, I’d use the old method on you and suck my blood back—”
“Ba-ck—”