Chapter 696: I Won’t Die
Alas, it was useless for Zeke to be anxious. He would not be able to change anything as the stupid assassin had already consumed the medicine. It was not like he could force him to spit it out again!
Moreover, he was only a kitten for the time being. What right did this little animal, who was not supposed to have much intelligence to begin with, to voice his opinion?
At first, Zeke thought that being inside this body was quite good. He could go undercover without fearing that anyone would blow his cover. But now, he was not so certain anymore. Fuck, he really wanted to have a human body for two seconds so he could whack this man right on his head! What the hell was he thinking?! Had he gone stupid after having his revenge?! Did he not want to live anymore?!
All kinds of scenarios popped up in Zeke’s mind, one was wilder than the other. He was ready to see the assassin topple down in the next second with white froth forming on the corner of his lips, or directly collapse on the spot without a breath left in his body. Either way, there was no way a complication would not arise after he directly consumed such a high dose like that. However, the accident he was waiting for never arrived. The assassin did not show any sign of crumbling, instead he looked more... at ease.
He carelessly swept a glance at Zeke who was running in circles around his feet, then asked lazily, "What are you so anxious for?" His voice had a hint of hoarseness from both the sickness and the prolonged disuse.
In a fit of anger, Zeke brandished his claws and swept a few red marks on the stupid assassin’s exposed leg. Hear yourself! Is that a question a human being should ask? If you hadn’t suddenly done something like this, would I have been so anxious?!
"Don’t worry," the corner of his lips tilted up. Rather than a smile, it looked more like a mocking sneer. "I won’t die and make you starve to death."
As much as Zeke hated to admit it, the assassin’s words had given him a sliver of relief. He was indeed afraid that this man would die, but definitely not because it would cause him to starve to death! When all was said and done, he could just go back to his original body and get it over with. But what about the assassin? When he imagined this man dying all alone in this shabby cabin, in such a desolate place where not even a glimpse of people could be seen nearby, his heart felt that little twinge of discomfort again.
He was just feeling bad, he told himself. That’s right, this must be because he was feeling sympathetic. The assassin had saved him from the brink of death. If Zeke merely stood by and watched him die, then he would not be able to shoulder his guilty conscience!
Now that he had calmed down enough to think clearly, he was starting to feel awkward for having reacted so strongly. He could tell that the bottle of pills was only half full. It meant that this was not the first time this man had attempted something like this. If he could still be alive after the first attempt, then nothing should happen the second time too.
Zeke could finally let his tense, hanging heart settle in his chest. And then, he started to pay attention to the subtle curve on the assassin’s lips.