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"Phew …"

Ye Xiaochen heaved a sigh of relief.

The tip of his finger was extremely cold.

"Young Master Lu, it's your turn."

He clicked Save and lightly pushed the laptop to Lu Yiyao.

"Are you okay?"

Lu Yiyao tilted his head and looked at him. Seeing that his face was paler than before, he asked with concern.

"I'm fine."

Ye Xiaochen curled his lips, while the curve of his lips became gentle. He picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself another cup of tea.

He finished it in one gulp.

The tea was already warm, but it was still cold and elegant when it entered his throat.

Actually, in the Weihai, there was a different way of brewing tea.

That was, the cold water would slowly melt the tea.

The tea made from the spring water of the mountain was even softer in taste.

However, this type of mountain spring, the requirements were extremely high.

Ye Xiaochen drank two cups of tea consecutively before he put down the cup. He leaned his back slightly and his gaze was a bit focused.

His heart throbbed in pain.

A wave of sweetness surged into his throat.

He quickly gritted his teeth and forcefully repressed the fishy smell that rushed down his throat. His expression was indifferent.

At this moment, he couldn't disturb Lu Yiyao or let him see anything strange.

He leaned back in his chair, bent his legs and closed his eyes, and began to slowly adjust his breathing.

Without the Jade Key's protection, his physical strength had already become quite a bit weaker.

In addition, his old injuries had not yet healed. This time, his injuries were aggravated by the Dark Spirit.

He clearly knew that it would be like this, but he still chose to help Lu Yiyao without any hesitation.

Much of the reason for doing this was for Helan Xi.

To be able to become his soulmate in this life was the happiest thing in his mind.

Helping Lu Yiyao was akin to helping Helan Xi.

Unknowingly, Ye Xiaochen actually squinted his eyes. After a while, the corner of his mouth slowly overflowed with bright red blood, but he was completely oblivious.

Lu Yiyao finished outputting all the memories in his head and carefully checked them again. After confirming that there were no mistakes, he turned around.

"Young Master Ye …"

The moment he turned his head, he saw the blood from the corner of Ye Xiaochen's mouth. The blood had already spread to his neck and even the collar of his white shirt was stained with it.

Lu Yiyao's dark eyes contracted as he quickly gave him a nudge.

"Young Master Ye, wake up …"

"…"

Ye Xiaochen, who had already fallen into a dream, suddenly woke up and flicked his heavy eyelids. At the bottom of his eyes, a fiery red color blazed.

"Young Master Ye, you're hurt?"

Lu Yiyao's stern facial features were tense and his unfathomable black pupils reflected Ye Xiaochen's handsome yet somewhat weak face.

"I …"

Ye Xiaochen slowly sat back down and pursed his lips. The sweet taste at the corner of his mouth made his heart tighten. He raised his hand and touched it.

On his finger, there was a glaring red color.

"Hurry, I'll take you to the hospital."

Lu Yiyao snapped his pen shut and stood up, as if he was going to help Ye Xiaochen up.

"Young Master Lu, I've scared you …"

Ye Xiaochen didn't move from his seat, but a hint of a cold smile appeared on his face.

"This is my old illness, it's fine …"

"Even if it's a chronic ailment, I should go to the hospital and check it out."

Lu Yiyao stood in front of him with his eyes closed. A trace of guilt could be seen in his eyes.

"Oh, time to eat some medicine …"

Ye Xiaochen's sexy lips became even redder as he laughed and changed the topic.

He pressed the button on the table.

The door to the 'Underworld' slowly opened. A Zuo, who had been waiting outside, ran in quickly.

"Young Master …"

A Zuo finally called out. When he saw the blood at the corner of Ye Xiaochen's mouth and collar, he turned pale with fright.

"Young Master, you …"

"A Zuo, is the medicine ready?"

Ye Xiaochen glanced at him coldly and asked in a low voice.

"It's already prepared."

A Zuo saw that he was obviously just pretending to be relaxed, so he was extremely nervous.

"Young Master, I'll bring it to you right away."

"Yes."

Ye Xiaochen responded and raised his head to look at Lu Yiyao. Ye Zichen squinted his charming eyes, opened his mouth, and smiled.

"I already said it's an old sickness …"

"Young Master Ye, it's better to go to the hospital for a checkup."

Who was Lu Yiyao? How could he not see that he was pretending to be relaxed?

He didn't want to make him feel guilty or remorseful.

Such a loyal person, how could he be known by the world as heinous and sinister?

Rumors were not to be believed.

The person who created this rumor was even more hateful.

"Young Master Lu, can someone like me go to the hospital?"

Ye Xiaochen's long eyelashes blinked, and he revealed a wry smile.

"Don't worry, I will definitely keep this a secret from everyone."

The light in Lu Yiyao's deep eyes tightened, and his face showed determination.

"Young Master Lu, there's really no need …"

"Then I'll tell Gu Nianshi to come over immediately."

Seeing that he was adamant, Lu Yiyao made another suggestion.

"Young Master Gu? "Right now, he's …"

Ye Xiaochen choked on the sweet taste in his mouth. His internal organs were all agitated, and the pain caused two bean-sized beads of sweat to roll down his forehead.

"Young Master Ye, this matter should not be delayed. Hurry and follow me to the hospital."

Lu Yiyao's heart tightened. He reached out his hand to grab his arm and was about to forcefully pull him up.

"Young Master Lu …"

A Zuo brought the soup over. Seeing the situation, he quickly shouted loudly.

"Young Master Lu, can you let me drink the medicine first?"

Ye Xiaochen lightly smiled at Lu Yiyao. His smile was a bit sad and beautiful.

"Yeah, Young Master Lu, drink this medicine while it's still hot …"

A Zuo placed the wooden tray on the round table and then brought out the medicine bowl.

"…"

Lu Yiyao's stern face became even more tense, but he slowly loosened his grip on Ye Xiaochen.

He sat down again and watched Ye Xiaochen slowly finish the bowl of soup.

The air was suffused with a strong smell of medicine.

The smell of the medicine was bitter.

Although Lu Yiyao was anxious, but can't drag Ye Xiaochen to the hospital, mood fluctuate.0

Ye Xiaochen drank up the medicine and handed the bowl to A Zuo, indicating for him to withdraw first.

"Young Master …"

A Zuo was worried.

"You can leave first."

Ye Xiaochen took the tissue and gently wiped the corner of his mouth.

A Zuo left the room.

Lu Yiyao stood up and walked to the window. He reached out and opened the window.

"…"

He said nothing, frowning out the window.

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