28 You're Overthinking It

Howard focused his attention on Quinn, and soon, a set of data appeared:

[Name]: Quinn

[Level]: About to turn into a zombie.

[Potential for Cultivation]: A grade

[Intimacy]: 0 (Unlock skills at 20 points of intimacy!)

[Hunger]: 100 (0 indicates satisfaction, 100 indicates extreme hunger)

"Link to this zombie?"

"Yes!"

With the link established, Quinn slowly opened her eyes.

"I'm so hungry..."

Quinn was drawn to the enticing scent emanating from Howard's body and quickly reached out to grab his hand.

She intended to pounce on Howard as Miranda had done the first time she approached him, in a forceful, dominating way.

However, Howard was much stronger now than before, and Quinn, being in a half-human, half-zombie state and having not eaten or drunk for a day and a night, was incredibly weak.

It took a lot of effort, but all she managed to do was stuff Howard's fingers into her mouth.

She greedily licked the slight sweat there to stave off her hunger.

Quinn sucked energetically, even making a sizzling sound.

On the other side of the screen, Cyril, hearing this sound, became somewhat restless.

That sound didn't seem right at all!

What kind of treatment makes such noises?!

The screen was large, completely blocking the two people from view. Unless one could move behind the screen, it was impossible from any angle to see what was actually happening behind it!

All Cyril could remember from the last scene before the screen was put up was Howard standing in front of Quinn, very close to her head.

Could it be that Howard, that bastard, took advantage of Quinn in the moment?

The thought made Cyril's mind unconsciously drift, and the images in his head increasingly leaned towards the scenarios depicted in adult videos.

He even directly replaced the faces of the male and female leads in his mind with Howard and Quinn.

Isaiah, hearing the noise, looked embarrassed and naturally conjured up the same image in his mind.

Only Miranda, standing nearby, knew that both men were overthinking it.

After all, she had also transitioned from a zombie state and knew that one is indeed attracted by the scent, but the first reaction is definitely to suck on the sweat.

How could they immediately jump to such exaggerated actions?

Moreover, she was well aware of Howard's strength; if it were as they imagined, absolutely no sound would be made.

"Mmm! Delicious, I want more! Give me..."

Quinn quickly licked Howard's left hand clean, then reached out to grab his right hand, making such coquettish and muffled sounds.

After all, unlike Miranda who was linked with Howard after becoming a zombie, Quinn still retained some human intelligence and could speak.

"I can't take it anymore! Howard, you beast!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Cyril charged over, full of fury.

Isaiah stood by, unable to intervene. With Quinn saying such things, anyone would think the same.

However, when Cyril charged over, he was immediately dumbfounded.

Quinn was actually able to sit in a chair now, no longer looking drowsy, and what she was sucking on turned out to be Howard's fingers.

Howard's other hand was gently pressing on her shoulder.

Was it really a treatment? And it was already showing effects!

"Sucking on fingers... I, I..."

Cyril said, somewhat embarrassed.

He himself didn't dare to voice his thoughts, as it would make him seem too sleazy.

And Quinn would lose all fondness for him because of it.

"What else did you think was happening?!"

"Who asked you to come over? Did you just ignore everything I said?! Since you don't trust me, then it's better if I don't treat this illness at all!"

Howard said sternly.

Then he directly pulled his hand out of Quinn's mouth and strode towards the door.

"I... I still want it!"

Quinn weakly called out, her eyes filled with greed and desire for food.

In her eyes, Howard was that food, nothing more.

And without Howard, Quinn immediately collapsed back onto the chair.

Seeing Quinn's condition improving only to be disrupted by himself, Cyril felt both embarrassed and guilty. He hurried over to Howard, knelt down with a thud, and swore, "I was wrong. You really do have the ability to heal, it was my mistake!"

"Please treat Quinn, this time I absolutely won't step past the screen!"

"It's no use, you won't be able to resist! And I understand you're worried about your wife, but let it be!" Howard shook his head and continued walking out.

He hadn't gone far when Cyril blocked his path again, kneeling in front of him: "Please, give it another chance!"

"The treatment process requires massage, there will definitely be some noise, and she will make sounds, but you can't see and will only imagine things!"

"We're just starting now, it's still possible to manage, but if you burst in at a critical moment, not only will I be disturbed, Quinn might even die from it!"

"This is a matter of life and death, I can't take that responsibility!"

Howard said, continuing to walk away.

"I promise, absolutely will not let you down. Please give me another chance!" Cyril said firmly.

"Alright, since you said so, I'll believe you once again!" Howard said as he returned to behind the screen.

Quinn, with eyes full of desire, looked at Howard, her lips slightly parted, showing a look of longing.

This was the school beauty from high school, now sitting in front of Howard, making requests to him.

Howard opened his mouth, and Quinn immediately threw herself at him. Her fair arms tightly wrapped around Howard's neck, her sweet tongue invading Howard's mouth, eagerly tasting the saliva.

Feeling the former school goddess showing such intense favor towards him, the sweet tongue stirring in his mouth, Howard couldn't tell if it was a sense of accomplishment, a desire to conquer, or a fulfillment of a wish.

Howard's hands were not idle either, one hand holding her slender waist, the other reaching into her dress.

The wedding dress was too long, with an outer layer and an inner lining.

Howard's large hand groped several times, but to no avail.

Just as he was about to change tactics, suddenly, a small hand grabbed his large hand and led him through the layers of obstacles!

"Ah!"

Howard's index finger bent, Quinn's whole body shuddered, emitting a slight moan.

But her tongue was still in Howard's mouth, making the sound somewhat muffled.

After sucking on Quinn's sweet tongue for a while, Howard let her go, then turned her body around and knelt on a row of chairs.

Quinn also knew what was about to happen, and out of instinctive reaction, she lifted her pert buttocks in a very cooperative manner.

The fluffy wedding dress was lifted up high by Howard, all the way up to above her waist.

The huge dress covered Quinn's upper body, barely revealing her head.

At the same time, the beauty under the dress was fully exposed!

A pair of snow-white, slender legs, like finely crafted works of art, between the snow-white curves, there was a semi-transparent white lace cloth.