Chapter 95 The obsessive man bit her shoulder tightly.

A sharp, stinging pain radiated from her shoulder.

Huo Yuan's canines were sharp as a beast's, piercing her skin without mercy and sinking deep into her flesh.

"Mmph..."

Lin Xingwan let out a stifled groan of pain, her entire body instantly tensing up.

The warm scent of blood quickly permeated the space between their lips.

Outside the door.

Lu Ting stared through the one-way bulletproof glass at the incredibly violent and bizarre scene on the surveillance monitor, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

"What is the Boss doing? Why is he biting her?!"

He was so anxious he scratched at his ears and cheeks, wanting to rush in but not daring to.

The veteran mercenary beside him covered Lu Ting's eyes with one hand while peeking through his own fingers.

"Shut up! Don't you know it's improper to watch? The Boss is… uh, self-medicating."

He struggled for a long time before coming up with that phrase.

Inside the monitoring room.

Lin Xingwan gasped in pain.

She raised her hand, instinctively wanting to slap him across the face.

But when she saw the last trace of brutality slowly fading from Huo Yuan's scarlet eyes.

Her raised hand ultimately landed gently on his stiff, short hair.

One stroke, then another.

She stroked his hair gently.

"Huo Yuan, are you a dog or something?"

Lin Xingwan gritted her teeth and cursed in a low voice, but her tone had lost its previous coldness, replaced by a hint of helplessness.

This embrace, this posture of zero resistance, and the scent of fresh blood.

Became the final lifeline that pulled Huo Yuan's sanity back.

The voices in his mind, screaming frantically for slaughter, miraculously calmed down in the presence of this bloody scent carrying her body heat.

The sounds of artillery fire and screams gradually faded away.

Replacing them were her shallow breaths and his own frantic heartbeat.

Huo Yuan suddenly snapped back to his senses.

He let go, and when he saw his mouth covered in blood and the deep, bone-revealing bite mark on Lin Xingwan's fair shoulder.

His pupils constricted sharply.

In those black eyes that had just regained clarity, extreme panic and self-loathing instantly flooded in.

"What… what have I done?"

He looked at his blood-stained lips, then at the wound on Lin Xingwan's shoulder, and recoiled two steps as if he'd been burned.

"Don't come over!"

Huo Yuan's voice was terribly hoarse, trembling intensely.

He was like a lone wolf that had been severely wounded and was terrified of hurting others.

He wanted to push her away and run, wanting to lock himself back in that dark hell.

He was afraid that he, this monster, would truly hurt her.

"Stop."

Lin Xingwan spat out the two words coldly.

She didn't bother with her still-bleeding shoulder.

Instead, she stepped forward, and the moment Huo Yuan was about to turn and run, she grabbed his dust-covered tactical vest.

With great force.

She forcibly yanked his tall body back.

"Are you done biting?"

Lin Xingwan looked up; there was not a shred of fear in her beautiful fox-like eyes, only a heart-stopping calm.

"If you're done, then pull yourself together."

Huo Yuan's body stiffened abruptly.

He looked at the woman before him.

She was clearly in enough pain to turn pale, yet her eyes were like a deep, starry sky, encompassing all his madness and wretchedness.

"I… I…"

Huo Yuan opened his mouth, wanting to apologize, wanting to explain.

But all language seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

His tall frame suddenly lost all strength.

The string that had been pulled tight, named "strength," finally snapped completely.

Huo Yuan was like a child who had been lost for a long time and finally found home.

He lunged forward one step, burying his face deep into the crook of Lin Xingwan's neck.

His scalding breath sprayed against her cold skin.

His powerful arms wrapped tightly around her waist, with enough force to almost knead her into his own bones and blood.

He didn't cry, nor did he speak.

But Lin Xingwan could clearly feel his strong body trembling uncontrollably.

"Wanwan…"

A long, long time passed.

A voice, hoarse to the point of breaking, sounded beside her ear.

"Don't be afraid of me…"

Huo Yuan's voice held a thick nasal tone, along with a hint of fragility and pleading that even he hadn't noticed.

"And don't… leave me behind."

Lin Xingwan's heart felt like it had been slammed by something hard.

It ached and swelled.

She raised her hand and gently patted his broad back.

"I'm not going anywhere."

Her voice was very light, but it carried an unquestionable promise.

"Huo Yuan, listen to me carefully."

Lin Xingwan turned her head, her warm lips brushing against his earlobe.

"In this life, Lin Xingwan only knows how to die in battle, never how to run away."

"Whether it's natural disasters or you, this mad dog, it's all the same."

These words were more effective than any consolation.

Huo Yuan's trembling body gradually steadied.

He greedily inhaled the scent on her, a mixture of the faint fragrance of spiritual spring water and blood, as if he wanted to carve her into his soul.

Outside the door.

Lu Ting watched through the monitor as his Boss hung off the Sister-in-law like a giant pendant.

His entire worldview shattered.

"Holy crap… The Boss's vibe is all wrong, isn't it?"

He was dumbfounded, muttering to himself.

"What happened to the 'doesn't recognize kin, tears people apart with bare hands' persona? Why is he acting spoiled?"

The veteran mercenary beside him wore an "you're still young" expression and patted his shoulder.

"This is called 'one thing subdues another.' Our Boss, this fierce tiger, has truly been handled by the Sister-in-law, that fox."

Inside the monitoring room.

Lin Xingwan feeling Huo Yuan's heartbeat steady, finally let out a sigh of relief.

She pushed against his hard chest.

"Alright, get up quickly, you're pressing on my wound."

Huo Yuan seemed to wake from a dream, hurriedly letting her go.

He looked at the still-bleeding bite mark on her shoulder, his eyes full of heartache and regret.

"I'll go get the medical kit!"

He turned to run toward the infirmary.

"No need."

Lin Xingwan grabbed him.

She walked to the control console and pulled open a drawer.

She took out a roll of clean bandages and a bottle of disinfectant spray.

"The special medicine Old Man Zhong concocted is more effective than your military-grade stuff."

With her back to Huo Yuan, she used one hand to pull down the shoulder strap of her tactical vest, revealing the snow-white skin and the shocking wound.

"What are you staring at? Apply the medicine for me."

Huo Yuan's Adam's apple bobbed.

He stepped forward, but his hand trembled as he picked up the cotton swab.

When the cold medicine touched the wound, Lin Xingwan hissed in pain.

Huo Yuan's movements became even gentler.

"I'm sorry."

He said in a low voice, full of guilt.

"If apologies were useful, what would we need guns for?"

Watching his careful demeanor in the mirror's reflection, Lin Xingwan couldn't help but chuckle.

"Huo Yuan."

She spoke suddenly, her tone carrying a hint of playfulness.

"How often does this illness of yours flare up?"

Huo Yuan's hand paused, his eyes darkening.

"I'm not sure. Maybe once every few years, maybe… it could happen tomorrow."

This was his greatest weakness and the secret he was most afraid of letting her know.

"Oh."

Lin Xingwan nodded, seemingly unbothered.

She turned around and, right in front of him, slowly and deliberately pulled her shoulder strap back into place.

Then, she suddenly reached out and lifted Huo Yuan's chin.

In those beautiful fox-like eyes, a dangerously seductive light flickered.

"Next time you have an episode, remember to tell me in advance."

Her red lips curled slightly, her tone suggestive.

"Don't you like biting people?"

"Next time, bite somewhere else."

"For example…"

Her gaze slowly moved downward, landing on his thin, tightly pursed lips.

"Here, how about that?"