After being bought by seven rough men and taken to the deep mountains, I was pampered.

These past few days, the private school has finally gotten back on track.

Under the blazing sun, the playground was sweltering.

"Right turn! March!"

The third brother, Qin Meng, was shirtless, waving a willow-twig pointer, and his voice was louder than a gong.

The students below were all tanned like charcoal, drenched in sweat, and their calves were trembling.

"Ouch...ouch, I can't take it anymore..." The chubby little boy, Tiger, who had been hung from the tree yesterday, suddenly clutched his stomach and rolled on the ground in exaggerated pain: "Teacher! My stomach hurts! It feels like my intestines are all twisted up! Ouch, it hurts so much!"

As soon as he collapsed, several students around him, who had already given up, immediately followed suit: "Teacher! I'm dizzy! I have heatstroke!" "Teacher! My leg is broken! I just sprained it!"

For a time, the playground was filled with wails of pain, resembling a field hospital.

Qin Meng was a straightforward person, and he was a little confused when he saw this situation.

Although my sister-in-law said we had to train hard, what if this really caused someone to die? "Alright, alright! Stop howling!" Qin Meng wiped his sweat and waved his hand dismissively: "Those who are sick, go to the infirmary and find Seventh Brother! Those who aren't sick, keep training!"

"Yes, sir!" Tiger jumped up with a somersault, showing no sign of stomach pain, and led the other "patients" to the cool, shady brick house in the corner of the academy.

As they ran, they chuckled to themselves, "Hehe! I heard that Master Qi is a sickly fellow, even panting when he walks. He'll definitely be easy to talk to! Let's go there, lie down, and take a long nap. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

……

Medical room.

This is the quietest, coolest, and also the most... eerie place in the entire academy.

The heavy curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out the sunlight. The room was filled with a strong, bitter herbal scent, along with a faint smell of disinfectant (Old Seven's homemade alcohol).

"Is anyone home? We need to see a doctor!" Tiger said casually as he pushed the door open and entered.

The room was dimly lit. Behind the table directly opposite the door sat a young man dressed in a moon-white long robe.

He was very thin, his skin a pale white, as if he had never seen the sun. Long bangs covered half of his eyebrows and eyes, revealing only a dark, lifeless eye. He held a small mortar and pestle, slowly and methodically pounding something. Tap, tap, tap. The sound was monotonous and eerie.

"Seven...Seventh Master?" Tiger shrank back in fright at the eerie atmosphere, but still mustered his courage and said, "We have stomach aches, and we'd like to...get some painkillers, and also borrow that bed to lie down on for a while."

Qin An stopped what he was doing. He slowly raised his head. His pale, handsome face was expressionless.

"Stomach ache?" His voice was soft, hoarse with the huskiness of someone chronically ill, yet it was like a cold snake crawling up one's spine: "Stomach ache is because of worms in your intestines." "Lie down."

Tiger was overjoyed: "They're letting me lie down like that? The teacher is such a kind person..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qin An opened the drawer.

A flash of cold light! In his hand appeared a silver needle that was half a foot long and thicker than a needle used for sewing shoe soles!

Qin An held the long needle between two pale fingers, waving it over the alcohol lamp, and a chilling smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "Since it hurts, then cut open your stomach and pick out the worms."

"Don't worry, I'm quick... Once the needle goes in, you won't feel any pain anymore."

"!!!" Tiger stared at the long needle, blackened by the flames, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets! This wasn't treating an illness; it was slaughtering a pig!

"No...it doesn't hurt anymore! I'm suddenly all better!" Tiger was terrified, let out a howl, and turned to run away!

The students who were pretending to be sick wished they had more legs. They scrambled out of the infirmary, even if they were to be tortured to death by the teacher when they got back, it would be better than being "disemboweled" here!

"Heh." Qin An glanced at the still-shaking door and coldly tossed the silver needle back into the dish. "Noisy."

Just then, the door was pushed open again.

"Seventh Brother, what's wrong? I just saw some children running out crying?" Su Wan came in carrying a basket of freshly picked hemostatic herbs. Sunlight streamed in through the crack in the door, illuminating her worried face.

Qin An, who was originally full of gloom, softened up the moment he saw Su Wan, just like a cat whose fur had been stroked.

"Sister-in-law." He stood up, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible grievance and dependence: "They were faking illness. They disturbed my efforts to get your medicine."

"Preparing medicine?" Su Wan walked over, put down the basket, and asked, "What kind of medicine?"

"Calming incense." Qin An walked to her side and naturally took the herbs from her hand.

His fingers were icy cold, but when they touched Su Wan's warm hand, he lingered for a second longer. "Sister-in-law, you haven't been sleeping well lately because of the academy. I heard you tossing and turning three times last night."

Su Wan felt a warmth in her heart. This seventh brother, who seemed the most gloomy, was actually the most thoughtful. "I'm fine, I just have a lot on my mind." She reached out to tidy up the messy medicinal herbs on the table for him: "These fresh mugwort herbs need to be cut up quickly, otherwise the medicinal effects will..."

"Hiss—!" A soft gasp escaped Su Wan's lips. Her finger jerked back sharply. She had been distracted and accidentally cut her fingertip on the sharp medicine knife on the table.

A bright red bead of blood instantly welled up from her pale fingertip. In the dimly lit room, that splash of red was shockingly glaring.

"Sister-in-law!" Qin An, who had been moving slowly just moments before, suddenly grabbed Su Wan's wrist like a white lightning bolt!

He stared intently at the drop of blood. His pupils, which had been as still as water, suddenly contracted, then erupted with a chilling frenzy and...excitement.

"It's bleeding..." he murmured to himself, his voice trembling, with a morbid obsession: "My sister-in-law's blood... is so red."

"It's nothing, just a small wound, a band-aid will do..." Su Wan tried to pull her hand away, but found that Qin An's strength was frightening. That cold hand gripped her wrist like an iron clamp.

"No." Qin An looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with an unyielding obsession: "It will leave a scar. It can't leave a scar."

"The perfect sister-in-law...cannot have any flaws."

After saying that, he released one hand and turned around. With a click, he locked the infirmary door from the inside.

In the enclosed space, the air seemed to freeze instantly. Only the rich aroma of medicine and Qin An's slightly rapid breathing could be heard.

"Seventh Brother? Why did you lock the door?" Su Wan's heart skipped a beat, and she pressed her back against the medicine cabinet behind her.

Qin An did not answer. He turned around and gradually forced Su Wan between the medicine cabinet and himself. He held Su Wan's injured hand as if it were a rare treasure.

"Sister-in-law, don't be afraid." He lowered his head, brought his nose close to the bleeding wound, and took a deep breath.

The stench of blood, mixed with the milky scent emanating from Su Wan, deepened the redness in his eyes.

"Disinfect...yes, we need to disinfect first." He took out a bottle of strong medicinal liquor and a roll of clean white gauze from the cabinet. But he didn't use cotton swabs.

He dipped a little medicated wine on his fingertip. Then, he pressed it hard against the wound!

"Ugh!" The intense stinging pain made Su Wan cry out, tears instantly welling up in her eyes: "It hurts! Qin An, be gentle!"

"Does it hurt?" Qin An looked into her tearful eyes, but instead of stopping, he moved even closer.

A sickly flush appeared on his pale face, and his eyes were unfocused and dangerous: "It's supposed to hurt."

"Only through pain will my sister-in-law remember and never let herself get hurt again."

As he spoke, he lowered his head. His cool lips pressed against the burning wound. Gently, little by little, he sucked away the oozing blood.

The sensation was so strange. Warm, moist, rough, with a slight sucking force. It felt like therapy, yet also like...eating.

Su Wan was trembling all over, her legs too weak to stand, and she could only lean against the medicine cabinet, gasping for breath: "Seventh...Seventh...It's alright...Stop..."

Qin An finally raised his head.

A trace of crimson blood clung to the corner of his mouth, giving his pale face a breathtakingly alluring quality. He extended his tongue and very slowly licked the red stain from his lips. His Adam's apple bobbed. He swallowed.

"So sweet." He looked at Su Wan, his eyes gleaming, his voice hoarse as if on fire: "Even your blood... is sweet, sister-in-law."

"You..." Su Wan's face flushed crimson, her heart pounding. Was this still the socially awkward seventh child?

This is clearly a vampire!

Qin An picked up the gauze and began to bandage her.

He wrapped it slowly and carefully, round and round, as if performing some kind of sacred ritual. Finally, he gently placed a kiss on the bow.

"Alright." He straightened up, and the oppressive feeling dissipated slightly, but his eyes were still so gloomy that people dared not look directly at him.

He took Su Wan's other good hand and placed it on his shoulder. Through the thin clothes, Su Wan could feel his thin collarbone.

"It hurt a lot just now, didn't it?" Qin An looked at her, a hint of "heartache" flashing in his eyes, but more than that, a frantic desire to be marked:

"If it hurts, sister-in-law... bite me." "Bite here." He pointed to his neck, where a pale blue vein was throbbing: "Bite hard, bite until it bleeds."

"I think I have my sister-in-law's teeth marks on my body."

"That way... we're even."

[Beep! "Yandere-level" attraction detected!]

[Target: Qin An (Seventh Brother). Status: Bloodlust + Pain Displacement Desire!]

[Heartbeat Value: +1500! Reward: [God-Tier Hemostatic Powder Recipe]!]

Su Wan looked at the man in front of her who was offering his neck for her to bite, and she was both angry and amused.

She reached out and flicked his pale forehead hard!

"What are you biting me for?! Are you a dog?" Su Wan pushed him away impatiently. "Open the door right now! The students will be getting out of class soon!"

Qin An covered his forehead, watching Su Wan's retreating figure. He wasn't angry.

Instead, he reached out and touched the spot where Su Wan had flicked him. It was a little sore and a little red.

"He didn't bite... but he left a mark." Qin An's lips curled into a satisfied smile, his eyes fixed on the shaking door: "Sister-in-law... I'll let you off this time."

"If you get hurt again... I'll lock you up here and not let you go anywhere."