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The two of them stuck together.

The temperature in the bathroom rose again.

"Wash again …"

Lu Yiyao's slender arms were tightly wrapped around Lin Ange, and his sharp cold lips once again bit on her pink earlobes.

The high-voltage electric current shot towards Lin Ange's heart.

Every cell in his body began to tremble.

Lu Yiyao gently pulled off the clear mask on her face and threw it into the trash can.

Skeletal fingers on her pajamas...

"Lu Yiyao, don't …"

"Yes."

Lu Yiyao's thin lips slightly opened as he coldly spat out a single word.

"You …"

Lin Ange was a bit speechless. Why was it that this man didn't have enough every day?

Could it be that he hadn't, and had become addicted to eating her?

"Lu Yiyao, let go of me. "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep …"

"Sleep after washing up …"

Lu Yiyao wasn't willing to let go.

Suddenly, Lin Ange's pajamas fell on the floor in front of the bathtub.

The next second.

The two of them fell into the bathtub together, causing a splash.

"Ugh …"

The warm water covered Lin Ange's mouth and nose, making her unable to breathe.

Lu Yiyao hugged her and laid down.

"Phew …"

She took two deep breaths.

After an indescribable process, the water in the bathtub was continuously squeezed out, flowing past the antiskid tiles towards the drain.

Emotional, better than all cosmetology skin care products.

In the end, Lin Ange didn't know how she got back to her bedroom.

In a room.

Lu Yiyao carried Lin Ange and slowly fell asleep.

Midnight.

The nightmare struck again.

He was again trying to run forward, holding a chip in a plastic bag.

A bunch of Man in black pursued him relentlessly.

"Lu Yiyao, stop …"

"Lu Yiyao, if you don't stop soon, we'll fire …"

A heavy rain fell from the sky.

He was drenched.

The cold wind blew raindrops over his ears, and his face was full of pain.

Clenching his fists tightly, he kowtowed painfully.

He didn't know where he was going, he only knew that he had to charge forward …

Lu Yiyao, who was sleeping, frowned deeply. His entire face was twisted up and he couldn't help but clench his hands into fists.

A layer of cold sweat covered his back.

The scene changed.

A heavily injured man was leaning against a corner of the ruins.

On the ground, blood was flowing.

With difficulty, he pulled a plastic bag from his breast pocket and handed it to him.

"Yiyao, give this to Helan Miao …"

"What is this?"

Although the sixteen-year-old youth was immature, his brows revealed a threatening heroic spirit.

"This is the 'N9' chip …"

The man's expression was one of incomparable pain as he tightly clutched his chest. Blood seeped through his fingers.

"'N9' chip?"

The young man frowned, looking confused.

"Yiyao, it's too late. Quickly, leave!"

The man's face twitched in pain as he yelled at him.

"What will you do if I leave?"

The youth was unwilling to leave.

"I'll be relieved if you leave. You don't have to worry about me. "

The man tried to smile at him.

"No, we have to go together …"

The young man stubbornly insisted.

"Yiyao, leave quickly. "Remember my words, you must personally hand the A.I. Chip over to Helan Miao …"

The man warned again.

At this moment, a faint voice sounded from not too far away.

"I saw them hiding here. Search carefully."

"Yiyao, quickly leave …"

The man urged again.

The youth was still hesitating.

"If we don't leave now, neither of us will survive. The A.I. Chip will also fall into their hands. "

"I can't leave you behind …"

The man suddenly raised the gun in his hand and threatened the young man.

"If you don't leave, I'll kill myself."

"Boss, I heard Mu Chuhan's voice. Where are they …"

"Quickly search …"

The voices grew clearer and clearer.

"Hurry up!"

The man's eyes were bloodshot as he pointed the gun at his temple and loaded the bullets.

Lu Yiyao bit his lower lip hard. There was a sharp pain on his lips and a hint of blood rushed into his throat. He looked at the man and ran forward helplessly.

"Mu Chuhan, I finally caught you …"

Not long after, a ruthless voice floated into his ears.

Bang.

Soon after, an ear-piercing sound of guns could be heard.

He stopped running and a hint of bitterness rose up in his heart for no reason.

He remembered, the man who gave the chip to him was called Mu Chuhan.

Mu Chuhan.

His real father.

"No …" No... "He's not …"

Lu Yiyao exclaimed.

Lin Ange woke up from her sweet sleep and turned on the light.

He sat up.

The man beside him was drenched in sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

His hands were clenched tight, and his stern face tightened into a frown.

"Lu Yiyao..." "Lu Yiyao, wake up …"

Lin Ange's pretty face showed deep nervousness. What's the matter with him these days? He's always stuck in a nightmare.

She knew something had happened to him recently, but what had happened?

Could it be related to Gu Anhe?

Lu Yiyao's chest was heaving up and down. His strong muscles and bones were covered in sweat, and the blanket under his body was also soaked in sweat.

"Lu Yiyao, wake up …"

Lin Ange took his hand and called to him uneasily.

His palm was ice-cold.

She quickly pressed his cold palm to her cheek.

"Lu Yiyao, what happened to you?" "Wake up …"

Seeing Lu Yiyao stuck in the nightmare and unable to get out, the corner of Lin Ange's eyes became wet from anxiety.

She wondered if she should call Tang Yi and have him come over quickly.

"Peace …"

A deep, hoarse voice rang out.

Lin Ange's eyes began to tear up.

"Lu Yiyao, what happened to you?"

Lin Ange looked down at Lu Yiyao, who was slowly opening his eyelids, and said nervously.

"An An, did I scare you?"

Lu Yiyao sat up slowly and held her hand.

Lin Ange quickly stuffed a pillow behind his back and smiled at him.

"None …"

Lin Ange asked with concern when she saw him sweating so much.

"Lu Yiyao, do you want some water?"

"No need …"

Lu Yiyao's tensed expression had eased up a lot. He looked at Lin Ange with eyes full of self-blame.

She was so anxious that it was obvious she was frightened.

He ran a hand through her hair in front of her forehead.

"An An, sorry."0

"What are you talking about?"

Lin Ange looked at him with an excruciating pain in her heart.

He was always like this, always concerned about her feelings, always wondering what would happen to her. Yet, he had completely forgotten that he was a person of flesh and blood?!

"Lu Yiyao, you're covered in sweat, do you want to take a shower?"

"Alright."

Lu Yiyao listened to her suggestion, lifted off the quilt and got off the bed, then went to the washroom.

Lin Ange went to the cloakroom and came back with clean sheets and quilts.

The sweaty quilt was thrown into the laundry basket.

Lu Yiyao simply washed himself and returned to his bedroom. He saw Lin Ange half-leaning on him, waiting for him.

A sense of love and guilt arose in his heart.

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