The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 25
Chapter 25
Part 1
She had nearly drowned in the water, and her drenched clothes clung to her body. Her breathing was weak, and her pale lips were tinged blue. Her consciousness drifted in and out, seemingly on the verge of death.
Fan Zhen tightly clutched Fu Siyi’s icy-cold hand, as if it were the only thing anchoring him to the world.
“Don’t be afraid. I’m here. You have me.”
His voice trembled, and for the first time, his always-calm eyes filled with panic.
The ambulance’s flashing red and blue lights arrived at the scene. He rushed to lift Fu Siyi onto the stretcher, intending to accompany her into the vehicle, but was forcefully pulled back by Xia Yicheng.
“You can’t go!” she shouted, her tone resolute and harsh. “I’m your girlfriend. You have to go back with me!”
Fan Zhen’s gaze was filled with disgust. “You’re not my girlfriend!”
“But you’ve promised to be with me. You said you’d announce it to the whole school!” Xia Yicheng became hysterical, tears running down her face.
“That was just to shut you up!” Fan Zhen roared.
His eyes were red, and he shook off Xia Yicheng’s hand and jumped into the ambulance.
The school doctor tried to prevent him: “Sir, the patient is in danger. You can’t stay here—”
Before he could finish, Fan Zhen had already injected a silver liquid into his own neck.
It was a stimulator—a dangerous stimulant extracted from snake venom. Once injected, it would cause the body to burn like fire, amplifying hormones, increasing speed and strength—but at a cost.
Ordinary people would collapse from just one dose.
But Fan Zhen only looked at Fu Siyi, lying on the stretcher, her eyes tightly shut, and whispered, “I can’t let her die.”
The ambulance sped away.
In the emergency room, all medical personnel were expelled.
Because Fan Zhen didn’t trust anyone.
He placed Fu Siyi on the only treatment bed, panting, as if suppressing something. His skin was gradually turning red, his breathing heavier.
He leaned close to Fu Siyi and whispered, “Don’t be afraid. I’ll help you metabolize it. I’ll take it all.”
Just then—
Someone pushed the door open.
A shadow walked in, and a cold voice said, “Sorry to interrupt—”
Fan Zhen looked up, bloodshot eyes staring at the intruder.
It was Xia Yicheng.
She had changed out of her school uniform and was wearing a pink silk slip dress with a white jacket over it.
She stared at Fu Siyi with a mixture of jealousy and hatred, then turned to Fan Zhen and coldly said, “It’s not too late. You haven’t crossed the line yet. Come with me.”
Fan Zhen didn’t respond.
He picked up a silver needle, pierced it into his arm, and injected himself with another vial.
His entire body was visibly trembling, veins bulging across his skin.
Xia Yicheng screamed in horror, “What are you doing?! Are you crazy?! That’s a double dose!”
“I’d rather die than let her suffer even a second more.”
His voice was calm, but his eyes had already turned crimson.
Xia Yicheng backed away, stumbling in panic. She turned to run, only to bump into someone outside.
The door was pushed open once more—
Cen Wan and Ying Gu appeared at the door, arms crossed, with no intention of stopping her.
Ying Gu even smiled lightly. “Don’t worry, little girl. There are surveillance blind spots here. We’ve also temporarily shut down the backup power. This room is completely isolated. No one will disturb you.”
Cen Wan added indifferently, “The power only comes back on after 30 minutes. Don’t waste time.”
Xia Yicheng was stunned.
She suddenly realized what they meant.
This wasn’t a rescue at all.
They were deliberately… facilitating a merging.
Part 2
It was a dream.
Fu Siyi’s face burned with embarrassment. She had no idea why she kept making Fan Zhen the subject of her… erotic dreams.
Just now, Huo Shuixian had appeared in her dream. Her reaction had been more shock than joy. Her admiration for Miss Huo was pure—nothing but appreciation and awe. She could easily picture her voice, her smile, her every graceful movement… yet she simply couldn’t imagine doing anything intimate or suggestive with her.
But now… she was holding Fan Zhen, and somehow, she couldn’t bear to let go.
Could it be because she’d spent too much time with Fan Zhen during the day that she ended up dreaming of such entangled intimacy?
In the dream, she even experienced being buried in her chest—drowning in that intoxicating fragrance and softness, to the point of breathless bliss.
I must be beyond saving, Fu Siyi thought.
One moment she’s dreaming of Miss Huo, the next she’s fantasizing about Fan Zhen showing up in her dream.
Absolutely hopeless. What a scumbag.
She clung to Fan Zhen’s pheromones in a daze, snuggling impossibly close, until they were utterly intertwined.
So soft… so fragrant… so sweet…
Buried in Fan Zhen’s chest, Fu Siyi greedily absorbed the scent of her pheromones. Half-asleep, she murmured,
“Fan Zhen, am I dreaming? Why do I know it’s you holding me right now? But… I just saw Miss Huo from the photo…”