Chapter 123: What Kind of Incense Is This?

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"So fragrant," Ji Yun said, a faint smile appearing on his somewhat rigid, handsome face. "So fragrant."

"Truly so fragrant." Ji Yun’s hand could not help but reach toward Du Yun. His fingers were slender and fair, much like those of a pianist, and they lingered over her neck and hair.

What appeared to be a caress actually concealed immense power. A mere flick of his fingers possessed the force to slice through an inch of steel plate; piercing through Du Yun’s body would be effortless.

Du Yun felt her entire body go stiff and numb. The moment Dou Zhi discovered the intruder was not their leader, it had awakened Du Yun from her sleep. Yet, neither Du Yun nor Dou Zhi dared to make a rash move at this moment.

Even when fully awake and armed, Du Yun might not be a match for Ji Yun’s attack, let alone now, as she lay on the bed wrapped only in a bathrobe, completely defenseless.

Once awakened, Du Yun fell into a state of extreme tension and vigilance. Being utterly powerless before Ji Yun felt like a nightmare. She could only lie quietly on the bed, desperately maintaining a steady breathing rhythm to prevent Ji Yun from realizing she was awake and launching an immediate strike.

What to do, what to do? Ji Yun said she was fragrant—did that mean he intended to eat her? Du Yun felt as though a stampede of ten thousand wild horses were galloping through her heart. Why did she have to be so pretentious? If she was tired, she could have just rested; why did she have to run all the way to the starship to sleep?

Even if she were filled with regret now, there was no medicine for it. Ji Yun’s hand continued to stroke her neck gently. Survival was the only thing that mattered; how could she escape from his grasp?

"Flash-teleport, flash-teleport!" A thought suddenly flashed through Du Yun’s mind. She had transmigrated here, hadn't she? If she could just teleport back, she would never come here again.

A countdown began to appear in her mind. Perhaps sensing the urgency of her situation, the countdown started at three minutes—much shorter than the usual ten.

For Du Yun, this was truly unbearable. It didn't just feel like a year per day; it felt like a year per second. If Ji Yun really wanted to kill her, three minutes was more than enough time for her to die a hundred different ways.

"What do I do, what do I do?" Du Yun panicked internally. Her body’s reactions could not deceive anyone; within mere seconds, a layer of cold sweat had broken out on her skin. She had already smelled fragrant after her shower, but now, with the steam from her nervous sweat, she could even smell the scent radiating from herself.

She smelled wonderful, but why, for heaven's sake, did it have to be now? Du Yun gritted her teeth, her entire frame trembling, fearing that in the next moment she might be devoured.

"Truly fragrant." The fingers on her neck slid slowly toward her back. The touch of her fresh, delicate skin caused goosebumps to break out involuntarily across her body. Ji Yun took a deep breath. "Now, you are even more fragrant."

Ji Yun’s fingers gently touched her warm skin, as if he found the warmth and fragrance delicious. Unable to help himself, he leaned down, opened his mouth slightly, and bit into her soft, smooth shoulder.

"Ah!" Du Yun couldn't help but let out a sharp cry. Unable to endure it any longer, she bolted upright from the bed, pushed Ji Yun away, and scrambled back several steps.

"You—you!" Du Yun pointed at him, her mind in complete disarray. She had thought he intended to eat her, but the bite he had just given her felt far more ambiguous and playful than predatory. She could even feel the sensation of his cool tongue brushing against her skin.

"So, you’re awake!" Ji Yun watched as Du Yun glared at him like a kitten baring its claws, finding the sight quite amusing. He had sensed she was awake the moment she stirred.

It was only because Du Yun’s attempt to play dead was so endearing that he had indulged her, observing the female human closely until he finally couldn't resist the lovely scent and took a bite.

"You—you actually bit me! Will I be infected now?" Du Yun felt as though the world had gone dark. She had been bitten by a high-level zombie—would she turn into one? Could she withstand the zombie virus? Oh god, what was she to do!

"Did I bite you?" Ji Yun watched her frantic state, and for some reason, he found it hilarious. A joyful smile truly broke across his face, his expression one of a mischievous child teasing a girl, his face filled with a wicked, playful grin.

"You’re still laughing!" Du Yun was furious. She couldn't help but fling whatever she could grab from her storage grid at his face, wishing she could leave a footprint on his handsome mug!

*Thwack!* Whether it was because her anger made her movements faster, or because Ji Yun had let his guard down, believing she was incapable of harming him, he failed to dodge. An object flew from her storage grid and slapped squarely onto his face.

"What is this!" Ji Yun stared at the living fish that had fallen from his face and was now flopping wildly on the floor, his expression shifting from surprise to utter blankness.

When he had entered, he had scanned the room carefully; Du Yun was the only living thing present—there wasn't even a cockroach. Where had this live fish come from?

"It’s a fish, for cooking!" Taking advantage of his stunned state, Du Yun checked the wound on her shoulder. She saw a faint, reddish tooth mark on her fair, delicate skin, along with a suspicious patch of saliva—nothing more!

Du Yun’s heart settled. Realizing that Ji Yun had no intention of killing her, her tone relaxed significantly. More importantly, she had just realized she wasn't entirely defenseless against him; her storage grid was, in fact, the perfect weapon.

By adding velocity to the items as she released them from the grid, she had ready-made weapons. Arrows, bullets, or even tables and chairs—anything could be used to attack.

Furthermore, a key strategy for victory occurred to her: even if she couldn't outfight him, if she could just trap him inside her storage grid, wouldn't she be able to do whatever she wanted with him?

At this thought, Du Yun’s confidence surged, and the trembling from before vanished completely.