She was forcibly required to stay at his place for the time being. The reasons were simple enough. The school had only one infirmary doctor—him—and he had both the responsibility and the obligation to take care of her as an injured patient. The second reason was that her leg was still injured. For now, she didn’t need to attend classes, but the lessons she missed would have to be made up, and the person doing the tutoring… naturally, would also be him.
He said that since he was the principal, tutoring was a trivial matter.
But Fengguang asked a very simple question: given points A(1, 2) and B(3, 1), what is the equation of the perpendicular bisector of segment AB?
Ming An thought about it for a long time, then finally slumped over the table and said he was drunk.
Of course, claiming to be drunk didn’t change Fengguang’s determination to move back out. Even as slow as she could be sometimes, she could still tell that Ming An’s feelings toward her were far from ordinary. As for her own thoughts, there was only one: she needed to leave him as quickly as possible, before she even realized she’d fallen for him. Her proper path was to work hard on winning over Wen Xian.
But as long as Ming An played dead, there was no way for her to leave the house. Her phone was out of battery, she couldn’t find a charger, and she couldn’t call for help. On top of that, her foot was injured and her body still hadn’t fully recovered. It wasn’t like she could jump out a window and escape.
Before she knew it, a whole day had passed in this dilemma. Night fell outside. Fengguang lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Ming An was at least considerate—he gave her his comfortable master bedroom, while he spent the entire afternoon cleaning up a small room that looked like a storage closet and moved in there to sleep.
Fengguang wasn’t usually picky about beds. The reason she couldn’t sleep now came down to two things: first, she was trying to figure out how to escape his clutches, and second… she was hungry.
Yes, she hadn’t eaten anything all day, so of course she was hungry.
When the clock pointed to nine, she finally couldn’t take it anymore. She threw off the covers, sat up, and shouted, “Ming An!”
The bedroom door was quickly pushed open, and Ming An appeared in a bathrobe. His long hair was still wet, water dripping from the ends. It looked like he’d been in the middle of a shower. He hadn’t even had time to shave the faint stubble on his chin before hastily throwing on the robe and rushing over.
He walked into the room, sat down at the edge of the bed, and asked anxiously, “What’s wrong? Does something still hurt?”
Fengguang didn’t answer. She bit her lip and silently swallowed, as if struggling through some intense inner conflict.
Ming An thought she was still unwell. Just as he was about to ask again, she grabbed his arm and bit down on it.
The force was no more than a tickle—it didn’t hurt him at all. Instead, he teased, “What is this, tooth pain? Looking for something to chew on?”
“I… I’m hungry…” She let go, looking at the single set of teeth marks she’d left on his arm, and felt utterly defeated. Yes, she was starving. The moment he rushed in, there had been a strange scent on him that suddenly stirred her appetite, making her want to bite through his skin and greedily suck the blood from his body.
But… she didn’t have fangs.
It was a truly depressing fact.
Ming An quickly understood her predicament. In fact, he knew very well that after tasting his blood, her instincts as a blood clan member would be awakened, and she would slowly begin to transform into a true vampire.
That was why human food no longer interested her. Instead, she would become addicted to his blood.
It was a very interesting development.
Lucien On ABRWF Chapter 34.1