As a result, he hurt himself in his haste.
The man was overwheld with surging blood to his heart, feeling a heaviness in his chest.
With a sweet taste in his throat, the man swallowed the fresh blood in his mouth and, not caring about his own condition, hastily checked on Wen Xiao’ai.
Seeing that she was out of danger, the man breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart finally settled.
"...Help."
Struggling to speak, the man no longer had the strength to let Wen Xiao’ai down.
Ye Yin hurried forward to carefully support Wen Xiao’ai, who lay in the man’s arms, and then laid her down on the bed.
The sound of the doorknob being turned arose.
Without saying another word, Ye Yin quickly left with the man.
The man looked deeply at Wen Xiao’ai, his eyes filled with reluctance and helplessness.
The mont he rushed out of the barrier that Wen Xiao’ai had set up before, the man’s heart clenched painfully, overwheld with sorrow.
This barrier, was it to keep him out?
Yingying, have you forgotten that in the Six Realms, no barrier can contain , not even the barriers you know how to cast, which I originally taught you?
Yet now you use these things against .
Jun Moyan returned to his room, only to see a drunkard collapsed at the foot of the bed, and Wen Xiao’ai, who had been lying prone, had been turned over.
Jun Moyan felt a shock at the bottom of his heart and rushed forward to check on Wen Xiao’ai.
"Xiaoguai?"
"Xiaoguai?"
Jun Moyan called out twice and did not receive a response from Wen Xiao’ai.
"Drunkard?"
"Drunkard?"
Jun Moyan reached out to push the drunkard, who was also unconscious.
Jun Moyan quickly surveyed the room and then looked towards the direction of the balcony, but noticed nothing unusual.
What exactly happened?
Had soone else been here?
That crow with the red eyes?
Or...
Jun Moyan rembered the last ti the drunkard, exhausted after giving the injection to Mr. Bai to save him, looked utterly drained.
Could it be because saving Xiaoguai had made him faint?
Let’s hope that’s it.
Jun Moyan had no ti to think further, he picked up the unconscious Wen Xiao’ai and hurried out of the room, down the stairs.
Upon reaching the ground floor, he encountered Qing Yi.
"Third Young Master, where are you taking Miss Wen?" Qing Yi asked, puzzled.
Wasn’t the drunkard treating her?
"The drunkard fainted upstairs," Jun Moyan replied.
As soon as the words left his mouth, Qing Yi dashed up the stairs and disappeared in an instant.
Soon, Qing Yi ca down carrying the drunkard.
The four of them got into the car and sped towards the hospital.
Jun Moyan held Wen Xiao’ai in the back seat, the whole person in a panic.
His nervousness, worry, confusion, and fear were never for himself.
In the past, he had executed cold-bloodedness with complete detachnt, never knowing what nervousness and fear were, and never worried for himself.
But since eting Wen Xiao’ai, he had changed; he beca emotional, his feelings fluctuated, he understood the warmth and coldness of human relations, and he beca more and more like a normal person.
He would be jealous, feel lost, act childishly, feel heartache, show care, cherish, and would be anxious about her wellbeing. All of these changes were because of Wen Xiao’ai.
As Wen Xiao’ai slowly grew, he was growing too.
All his happiness, joy, and emotions were given to him by Wen Xiao’ai; she was the little sun in his heart, his whole world.
He couldn’t lose her.
"Xiaoguai, Xiaoguai," Jun Moyan held Wen Xiao’ai tightly, his cheek pressed against her forehead, softly calling her na.
"You can’t be in trouble; I haven’t married you yet, you haven’t married yet."
"There’s still so much delicious food you haven’t tried yet..."
Your birthday is coming up, you’re about to beco an adult, I still want to celebrate it with you, you must not be hurt.
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