Sweet daily life of Little Tanuki and Qin Che in Love and Deep Space

Chapter 808 The Cage of Innocence 48

His knee was pressing against my knee, and my bones ached terribly.

"Qin Che, what's wrong?"

You stare at his sweaty bangs, the sweet, metallic scent of the stimulant emanating from him so strong it's almost palpable.

The bulging veins on his neck were faintly visible under the green light, like a lurking snake.

Qin Che didn't answer, only his heavy breathing hit your collarbone, carrying a burning heat, each rise and fall indicating his abnormal state at this moment.

Your brows are furrowed tightly. He must have inhaled some kind of berserker agent in the air, but how could there be such a thing here?

Before I could even sort out my thoughts, a sharp, piercing pain suddenly shot through my ear.

"Ugh!" You froze, and he actually lowered his head and bit your earlobe.

The moment the canine tooth pierces the skin, warm beads of blood seep out, causing your eyes to redden with pain.

But soon, the biting pain was replaced by warm, wet licks. His soft tongue rolled over the wound, as if trying to suck away all the blood.

"This can't go on..." You gritted your teeth and, taking advantage of his slight slowing down, suddenly bent your knee and slammed it into his lower abdomen.

Taking advantage of the brief pause in his groan, you used your hands and feet to pry open a gap between the two of you, and your fingertips reached into your pocket for the glass tube of the inhibitor.

You raise your hand to brush aside his hair, revealing the throbbing artery on the side of his neck.

As the needle forcefully pierced his skin, Qin Che's muscles tensed up abruptly.

"Hiss..." He let out a low breath, his deep red eyes flashed, and then his gaze refocused on your face. "You really don't hold back."

You held the empty syringe tightly, your knuckles still trembling slightly: "If this doesn't work, I'll have to use a gun."

Your leg is still firmly pressing down on his knee joint, ready to deal with him losing control again at any moment.

A few seconds later, Qin Che gradually loosened his grip on your shoulder, your chest heaved smoothly, and the crimson in your eyes faded considerably.

You quickly supported his swaying body, your palm touching the fabric of his back, which was already soaked with cold sweat.

"How are you feeling now? Are you feeling better?" you asked anxiously.

Qin Che leaned against the wall, panting, his Adam's apple bobbing twice: "Next time you encounter this situation, you should just shoot."

If he hadn't tilted his head at the last moment, he would have bitten the carotid artery instead of the earlobe.

You glared at him, your hands trembling as you picked up the gun that had fallen to the ground: "Hmph! You didn't hold back much either. I should have listened to you and not cared about your pain, I should have just shot you twice in the thigh to make you immobile."

You're spouting harsh words, but inside you're secretly cursing yourself for having such poor mental fortitude!

“Any predator, once it goes berserk, can easily bite your throat off.” His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against wood. His fingertips gently brushed against your bleeding earlobe, and the thin calluses on his fingertips brought a slight tingling sensation when they brushed against the wound. His movements were incredibly gentle. “Losing the ability to move is far from enough.”

After you tucked the gun back into your waistband, you looked up to meet his gaze, your eyes still burning with lingering anger. Your tone was vicious: "Then I'll let you bite me to death and see how you feel when you come to your senses and see me completely disfigured!"

Qin Che's body suddenly stopped, as if he had been nailed to the spot by those words.

His brows furrowed instantly, and a terrifying sense of oppression surged up. His gaze seemed to materialize, as if he wanted to see a hole through your face.

But the next second, he chuckled softly, a laugh tinged with helplessness and an inexplicable indulgence: "You're quite ruthless to yourself. So vengeful? According to you, aren't you afraid I'll feel sorry for you?"

"Hmph!" You turned your face away, reached out and pressed your still throbbing earlobe, your tone full of indignation, "Is there no justice in this world! I'm already dead, why should I care if you're in pain or not!?"