"Too much blood loss. You're anemic, aren't you?"
Jiang Zhaosu had just lost nearly half the blood volume of an average adult.
If she had been an ordinary person, she would have died long ago.
Qi Xing took off his glasses and mask, bent down, and crouched in front of Jiang Zhaosu. Reaching out, he touched her icy cheek. "Your temperature isn't high anymore."
"It's fine. Zombies can't freeze to death. Once daylight comes, I'll feel better after finding someone to eat."
What a coldhearted man.
He had shown no mercy when cutting flesh from her body earlier, and now, seeing her shiver in the cold, he remained completely unmoved.
Jiang Zhaosu truly felt herself getting colder and colder, so cold her teeth were chattering.
After using up her energy, her hands and feet had also grown increasingly stiff.
If this continued, would she turn into a Vegetative Corpse?
Jiang Zhaosu had an idea, but she did not quite dare to say it aloud. She could only stare at Qi Xing with her dark black eyes, desperately trying to hint at it with her gaze.
"..."
"..."
Qi Xing's dark, icy fox eyes were also watching her.
The two stared at each other for a while.
Realization dawned on Qi Xing's face. "Oh, Fortune wants to drink my blood, right?"
"You said it!"
Jiang Zhaosu spoke quickly, then looked at Qi Xing pleadingly. Covering her mouth as she coughed, she said pitifully, "Cough, cough... I really can't go on. I feel terrible. If I don't eat soon, I'll die."
It was not actually that serious.
When Jiang Zhaosu was starving, her eyes would turn blood-red, the sharp teeth in her mouth would become fangs, and she would be utterly unable to control her urge to hunt.
But right now, her