The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Or perhaps...

He might have been destroyed long ago.

The sky remained unchanged as he slowly crawled through what seemed like an eternal night in the flower field.

Following that desire, move slowly.

Finally, his right hand, which had long been covered in blood and flesh, weakly reached up the steps of the wooden house.

crunch.

The weight of my body pressed down on the wooden stairs, the steps groaning slightly, which was particularly noticeable in the quiet night.

If he were still conscious, he would know that he should hide his tracks and perhaps sneak into the room.

To expose one's tracks so easily in this cold and cruel world is tantamount to courting death.

He should have understood these things.

Unfortunately, he no longer had the energy to think about what to do now.

The brand-new wooden steps were stained with dark blood. He stood up with a sudden surge of strength from within his body and staggered to the door.

It seemed as if heaven had taken pity on him and didn't want him to be lying in front of the door.

winter……

The faint knocking seemed not to reach the house, and the lights inside remained unchanged, as if the owner of the house was asleep beside a warm fireplace.

"..."

He opened his cracked lips, as if to say something, but nothing came out.

But when he opened his mouth, he tore his lips apart, which had stuck together because he hadn't spoken for a long time, and blood flowed from his lips.

winter.

"........."

There was still no response. The wooden door, which seemed easy to open with a push, was like a city wall blocking his way, silently refusing this lost visitor.

The third time, he used the last of his strength and slowly pounded the wooden door in front of him!

winter!

crunch...

This time, the wooden door in front of him slowly opened inward, but before he could even feel any joy, he felt his legs, which were supporting him, completely lose their strength.

winter! ! !

He fell to the ground again, but this time he had no strength to get up. He could only rub against the soft carpet, letting his blood soak into it.

cough!

The blood gushing from his throat now felt like a burning flame, causing his body to writhe in agony once more.

Is this the end?

bell.

The sound of wind chimes drifted from somewhere, accompanied by a delicate fragrance that wafted overhead.

"Oh dear, what an impolite guest, getting the carpet all dirty like this."

A lazy, teasing voice rang out from above, seemingly unconcerned about his miserable state at his feet, only complaining about getting his blanket dirty.

A pair of bare, jade-like feet appeared at the edge of his field of vision. They didn't seem to care that they were stained with sticky blood, and walked over easily.

"You're going to die! But you're really tough!"

"Like a worm... Hahaha, sorry, it was subconscious."

She chuckled lightly without any apology, but surprisingly, there was no hint of sarcasm in her voice.

Similarly, there was absolutely no respect.

Behind this calm facade lies undisguised indifference.

Passersby often coldly ignore the broken but tenacious wild grass growing by the roadside.

What are you talking about?

I'm going to die...

Why does this voice sound so familiar?

The endless desires he had felt earlier vanished after that voice rang out, and his thoughts gradually returned to normal.

However, the recovery of his mind brought with it unbearable physical pain, causing his mental state to become intermittent.

who I am?

I am……

Ning Feng.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Embrace New Life (Please read on, I'm really going to send it to you...)

Ning Feng remembered his name, but still felt that he had forgotten a lot.

For example, the woman in front of him; he felt he should know her.

"Please forgive me, after all... oh dear?"

As if she had discovered something interesting, the woman's languid voice disappeared, replaced by a faint excitement, as if she had found something fascinating.

"This is really interesting, hehe~"

A light veil of purplish-black gauze came into view, and the woman who spoke seemed to have squatted down in front of her.

"I thought it was a lost cat, but it's you."

Ning Feng, who had been ignored all along, finally got the chance to be looked at, and was gently turned over by an invisible force.

His blood-stained eyes could only vaguely make out the figure crouching in front of him, which he could vaguely make out to be a woman.

"Wow, it's just as bad as I thought. It's a wonder you even made it here."

"But it seems you can't say anything either... Well then, how about this?"

Accompanied by a soft, unreadable whisper, slender, white fingers gently touched his brow:

"Let me hear your true thoughts."

Then, Ning Feng's mouth began to open and close uncontrollably:

“▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇”

A huge gap appeared in my consciousness, as if it were covered by a veil of mist.

He seemed to say something, yet he also seemed to say nothing at all.

However, this time the sound did not disappear into the wind and snow, but clearly reached the ears of the person in front of it.

Listening quietly, a smile gradually appeared on the woman's face.

It wasn't a cold pretense, but a smile radiating undisguised joy.

"That's more like it."

A charming voice, tinged with laughter, resonated in Ning Feng's heart. Unlike the previous voice, it was incredibly clear.

The voice was captivating yet devoid of lust; rather, it was like a gentle caress on the deepest part of the heart, incredibly tender.

"That's what you really think..."

Ning Feng felt his head being gently lifted up, and then his cheek pressed against a soft cleavage.

The alluring touch did not evoke any lust, but rather endless warmth.

But his consciousness, his indomitable will that had not collapsed in pain, was easily shattered by this warmth.

A long-awaited, gentle, and loving embrace...

Like an irresistible poison, it possesses an alluring charm.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep..."

The lullaby-like sound caused Ning Feng's hard-won consciousness to sink again.

He couldn't remember what had happened, but a complex and indescribable emotion was churning within him.

The woman, however, didn't care about Ning Feng's thoughts and muttered to herself:

"Although I'd like to say that, your current situation doesn't allow it."

"........."

"I'm not as heartless as them. I'm the most soft-hearted person. Seeing you like this really breaks my heart."

"But all I can do is feel sorry for you. There's nothing I can do but be the final witness... Oh?"

As if remembering something, the corners of her mouth suddenly turned up, revealing her sharp canine teeth.

"Oh dear! It seems this isn't the final straw yet~ You're lucky, hehe..."

She watched as the dying embers of Ning Feng's life gradually died out in her eyes, then gently knelt in the pool of blood, gazing at his sleeping face and softly chuckled:

"Whether it's you or me, time is running out."

She gently cupped Ning Feng's face, looking at his scarred cheeks and the furrowed brow that hadn't relaxed even in his unconscious state, and chuckled helplessly:

"If you keep frowning, you won't have good luck."

She gently smoothed his furrowed brows, then ran her fingers over his bleeding lips to wipe away the blood.

"It's my sister's first time kissing too, and she doesn't want to have a bad memory."

Her ever-smiling eyes finally showed a flicker of emotion, filled with tenderness. She gently lowered her head and slowly pressed her lips to his.

【▇▇▇，▇▇▇▇！】

An inaudible voice rang out, calmly foreshadowing her future.

She paused slightly, but the next moment, she leaned down again, getting closer to those lips.