What?! I Became the Zombie Beauty in the Villain’s Arms – CH92

Chapter 92: He Personally Approved

Pei Xiqing was practically glued to the bed, her face buried deep in the quilt. Only the tips of her ears, burning a bright red, peeked out. She didn’t dare look back.

From behind, the man gently gathered her soft hair, holding the dark strands loosely in his palm. He gave her waist a single, reassuring pat, instantly melting away her remaining resistance.

She felt a slight tug on her scalp—not painful, just a gentle signal urging her to look up.

Pei Xiqing obediently complied, finally emerging from the blankets to gasp for fresh air. She had almost suffocated herself.

The man behind her chuckled softly. “Should I swap out the pillow for you to hug? Lying like that can’t be comfortable. I’m worried you might actually pass out.”

She took two deep breaths, still feeling a bit dizzy. A moment later, a soft, fluffy pillow was stuffed into her arms. She rested her flushed face against it. As the man’s large hand began to stroke her bare back, a violent shiver rippled through her entire body.

She tilted her head slightly. The man lightly pinched the nape of her neck, and his slightly cool lips began trailing soft kisses up her skin.

But he avoided her lips.

His breath brushed against the corner of her mouth again and again, teasingly avoiding an actual kiss. The deliberate restraint left her feeling frustrated and aching for more.

Finally, her annoyance peaked. Pei Xiqing pushed her upper body up and confidently hooked her arms around his neck. Her eyelashes fluttered as she stared directly at him. “Why won’t you kiss me? Do you enjoy teasing me like this?”

Duan Xiaolin simply stared back.

Reflected in his deep, dark eyes was an unmistakable, heavy lust. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“I do.”

Blushing furiously, Pei Xiqing leaned forward. “Then kiss me properly, otherwise… I’ll get scared.”

This was her first time being this physically intimate with a man. Even in her past life as an actress, she had never taken on scenes with this level of exposure. But this wasn’t acting. This was driven by her genuine feelings for Duan Xiaolin; she was doing this willingly.

Still, an underlying unease lingered. She could easily put on a show for anyone else, but around Duan Xiaolin, all her defenses crumbled.

All her shyness and nervousness were written plainly on her face, completely unhidden. Seeing this only made Duan Xiaolin’s eyes darken further. He lowered his head, his voice a gravelly murmur. “You can do whatever you want. There’s no need to hold back or feel afraid.”

Pei Xiqing pulled him even closer, her expression turning surprisingly serious. “There are a lot of things I want to do. Are you going to agree to all of them?”

“Yes.”

His single word was an absolute guarantee. No matter how she acted out, he would indulge her. It was as if the supreme Chief Judge had personally issued an unconditional amnesty order just for her.

Pei Xiqing tilted her head, taking the initiative to kiss his lips. She gave his lower lip a light, teasing bite. “I want to…”

She lowered her voice, whispering a daring suggestion directly into his ear.

Duan Xiaolin’s resting expression remained as cold as a courtroom judgment, but the sudden, dangerous shift in his eyes was enough to make her heart pound wildly.

He suppressed a sudden urge to smoke, instead pinching her chin with his long fingers. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice rough.

Pei Xiqing looked at him shyly. “Who was the one who hurt me so badly last time? I want to get back at you. You just agreed to let me do whatever I want, so you can’t go back on your word now.”

He chuckled softly.

The sound was incredibly deep and sexy, sending a numbing thrill down her spine. His knuckles rubbed unapologetically against her lips, making them bloom an even deeper shade of red.

“It seems we really are a match made in heaven.”

There was a slow, calculating composure beneath his amusement, like a predator patiently waiting for his prey to step into a beautifully set trap.

Staring into those dark eyes, Pei Xiqing suddenly reconsidered her bold plan.

Her instincts screamed that she had just walked into a pitfall.

Run.

She scrambled to turn away, but Duan Xiaolin watched her desperate retreat with absolute calm. Just as her fingers brushed the edge of the mattress, his large hand clamped firmly around her ankle. His long, powerful fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her calf, and with effortless strength, he dragged her right back beneath him.

Pei Xiqing looked up in panic, instinctively shrinking back. “Let’s just pretend you didn’t hear anything, okay?”

“Too late,” Duan Xiaolin replied flatly.

Heart hammering, Pei Xiqing squeezed her eyes shut and tried to bury her face back into the quilt.

He simply gripped her waist, hoisting her up against him. Stretching out his bare arm, Duan Xiaolin issued an absolute command. “Hurry up and take a bite, or I’ll turn you back into a human.”

“Are you serious?”

He checked the time. “One hour isn’t enough.”

“Then you shouldn’t—”

“That’s exactly why I prepared plenty of serum.”

Pei Xiqing hadn’t expected him to be this relentlessly committed. Hauling in an entire stockpile of serum… just so he could indulge her bite?

Her mind short-circuited. She stared at him, completely stunned by the sheer madness of his preparation. Glancing over at the bedside table, she saw over ten vials of pristine serum lined up with terrifying precision.

She bit her lip. Seeing how thoroughly he had prepared, she realized she was the one who was going to suffer the consequences tonight.

“Don’t do this, it’s too harmful to your system…” Pei Xiqing pleaded softly. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Are you absolutely sure you won’t bite?”

“I’m not biting! Definitely not biting!”

Duan Xiaolin’s eyes narrowed. “If you refuse, the shifting hormones might force your mutation back into a human baseline.”

Pei Xiqing’s face crumpled in grievance. “Isn’t there a way to have the best of both worlds?”

She actually liked her unique zombie physiology. It made surviving in the wild incredibly relaxing and safe.

“No.”

The man leaned over her, his oppressive aura completely boxing her in. “Baby, bite down quickly.”

Pei Xiqing clamped her lips shut, stubbornly refusing.

Without warning, his fingers clamped down on a specific pressure point along her jawline. Her mouth popped open involuntarily, and before she could pull back, her teeth sank straight into his forearm.

A dull soreness flared in her cheeks as the sharp scent of copper hit her tongue.

Dark blood immediately began to well up from the puncture wounds on his arm.

Pei Xiqing was absolutely stunned. She watched in wide-eyed disbelief as Duan Xiaolin calmly reached over, retrieved a syringe, and injected himself with the serum single-handedly.

He tossed the empty plastic tube carelessly onto the floor.

A violent shudder of fear ripped through Pei Xiqing. There was only one coherent thought echoing in her mind: This man is completely insane.

The next moment, he pressed her firmly back into the mattress.

The temperature in the room skyrocketed. Her breathing fractured completely as her fingers desperately clutched the quilt, only for her grip to quickly slacken in helpless surrender.

In the midst of the overwhelming sensory chaos, she heard his low, raspy whisper brush against her ear.

“I was lying to you, baby.”

Pei Xiqing’s mind spun in a daze. For a split second, she tried to process what he meant by that lie, but a sudden, intense wave of sensation shattered her focus, wiping the thought completely from her brain.

When Pei Xiqing finally forced her heavy eyelids open, the room was pitch black.

For a disorienting moment, she had absolutely no idea what year it was. It felt exactly like her previous life—when she had pushed herself to the brink of exhaustion after weeks of continuous filming, finally returning to her apartment to collapse into a sleep that felt like an eternity.

Back then, waking up after a massive shoot left her body feeling as though it were pinned beneath a thousand pounds of lead. This time was no exception—in fact, the physical toll was exponentially worse.

As Pei Xiqing tried to shift, she realized she was locked tightly in someone’s arms, her back pressed flush against a broad, solid chest. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She opened her mouth to complain, but her vocal cords were so completely wrecked that the resulting noise was absurdly hoarse.

“What time is it…?”

Instead of words, the sound that rasped out of her throat sounded exactly like a dying duck.

She froze in absolute mortification.

Once her brain processed the humiliating squeak she had just made, she spun around and glared at the man in the darkness, burning with utter shame.

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