Aromatic Flesh-Novel

The woman lay sprawled on the ground at the foot of the snowy mountain, her condition gruesome. Dark red blood mingled with her tangled clothes, and her chest and abdomen were gaping wounds. Despite the severity of her injuries, she stubbornly clung to life, as evidenced by the faint white breath escaping her nostrils.

Gradually, the once intense blackness of her eyes faded to a dull grey, and her skin turned pale, resembling a delicate piece of Ru ware porcelain with a hint of bluish-grey hue. Devoid of any remaining energy, her body could no longer heal the wounds or even perform the simplest of movements, as even the strength to blink had been depleted.

The woman, now unable to speak or move, could only signify her existence through her feeble breaths.

Beside her, Jing Yao’s heart pounded like thunder, and he could almost hear the pulsating rhythm of his own blood. Kneeling by her side, his palms moistened with sweat.

Jing Yao was overwhelmed by the fact that once again, it was Gu MingYue who had saved him. He felt the weight of the immense debt he owed her, and he struggled to comprehend how he could ever repay her kindness. The magnitude of her sacrifice weighed heavily on him, leaving him unsure of how he could ever truly repay her…

The man stood up in silence, gazing towards the direction of the Western Survivors Base. He turned around and took a step forward…

Meanwhile, Gu MingYue lay silently on the ground, her gaze fixed on his retreating figure, her fingertips trembling.

She felt as if her consciousness was gradually being detached from her body, and her vision became blurry, yet her hearing remained sharp.

Gu MingYue felt a chilling sensation, different from the coldness of the snowy mountain environment. It emanated from deep within her body.

Her consciousness seemed to be gradually pulled away from her body. Her vision became increasingly blurry, but her hearing remained crystal clear. Gu MingYue felt a profound coldness, different from the chill of the snowy mountain environment. It emanated from deep within her body.

Who left, who was left behind… She thought that she must look extremely unsightly in her current state, and her thoughts were in disarray.

Clack, clack, the sound of footsteps approaching gradually entered her ears. The footsteps, alternating between distant and close, resounded heavily in her heart. With great effort, Gu Mingyue curved her lips into a faint smile. The shallow and clear smile expressed her innermost emotions, while she attentively listened to the fluctuating rhythm of someone’s breath near her.

Her face turned cold as a large handful of snow was placed on her face by the man. Some snowflakes were fed into her mouth, and her clothes were forcefully torn apart. The man took in the horrifying sight of her upper body, with its open wounds and exposed organs.

He then rubbed snow on Gu MingYue’s body to clean her, as the smell of blood could attract wild beasts and vultures. If there were any other zombies within a mile radius, the fresh scent of the woman’s blood could also draw them near.

He struggled to control the strength in his hands, so his actions weren’t exactly gentle. Gu MingYue even felt that the man’s movements in rubbing her body were somewhat rough. Meanwhile, Jing Yao quickly averted his gaze when it approached the vicinity of her wounds, afraid to witness the shattered organs.

Both of them understood very well that their acts of mutual assistance were not just for the sake of each other, but more importantly, for themselves.

Jing Yao served as a lifeline for Gu MingYue, and in return, Gu MingYue played a similar role for him.

Without each other, neither of them could reach the Western Survivor Base safely and unharmed. Without the man providing life energy, Gu MingYue would be vulnerable, and without her exceptional combat abilities, Jing Yao wouldn’t be able to fend off dangers for long, even after having consumed the energy-replenishing potions four times already. How long would he be able to endure and reach the base on his own, solely relying on his own two legs?

Silence filled the air as he cleaned the bloodstains off of Gu MingYue’s body, and after a long hesitation, Jing Yao removed his belt bucket quietly.

Facing a woman who looked like a corpse, Jing Yao thought it would be difficult for him to feel desire, he thought he would have to close his eyes and fantasise in his mind, he thought… But when his eyes fell on Gu MingYue’s seemingly peaceful face, he realized that his lower body was as already hard as iron.

What was the faint excitement in his heart? He took out his incredibly hard, hot and painful cock and knelt on either side of the woman’s white and tender neck. Standing over her, he ran his thumb over the sensitive area above her delicate cherry-coloured mouth, rubbing up and down.

He had never done anything so shameful and heart-pounding in his life.

Her face, smaller than his own palm, was delicate and ethereal, as if untouched by age or hardship. Despite the faint signs of lifelessness in her features, she remained astonishingly beautiful. The fragility of her existence and the remarkable blend of tranquillity and intensity captivated him, and the allure emanating from her body, teetering on the edge of death, was both chilling and mesmerizing.

Necrophilia???? THIS JING YAO NUTS.

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