"Xie Yuyan? Xie Yuyan?"
Ye Feng called out several times to Xie Yuyan, who seemed lost in her own world, completely absorbed. Yet, she gave no response. Though Xie Yuyan appeared blissful at the moment, his wound certainly wasn’t.
By now, he could clearly feel blood seeping from his abdomen. If he didn’t stop the bleeding soon, the injury might worsen—something he absolutely didn’t want. To snap Xie Yuyan out of her daze, Ye Feng had no choice but to reach out and shake her shoulder. But just as his hand moved toward her, her body instinctively flinched away, leading to an awkward mishap.
"Mmm~"
A soft moan escaped, and Ye Feng was left speechless by what he saw. In that moment, he had grasped fate—the fate of whether he would survive.
"Eep~"
Xie Yuyan, already flushed, quickly realized the situation. Without a second thought for Ye Feng’s heartfelt words, she glanced down, then back at his stunned expression.
"I never expected... Ye Feng, you’d be so impatient~ This is so unlike your usual composed self."
"N-no, it’s not like that! This was completely accidental."
Ye Feng hastily withdrew his hand, though the sheer impact of what had just happened still echoed in his mind.
"An accident, huh~ Such a bold accident is quite surprising, even to me~"
Xie Yuyan bit her lower lip, gazing coyly at Ye Feng. The shadows in her heart had been entirely dispelled by his genuine sincerity.
"Ah...!"
She had meant to lean into Ye Feng’s chest, but when her hand accidentally brushed against his abdomen, she saw him wince, his brows furrowing in pain.
"Ye Feng?"
Instantly dropping her flirtatious demeanor, Xie Yuyan’s concern took over. To her, Ye Feng would always come first—even before herself. As long as he didn’t cross her boundaries, she wouldn’t lose control.
Her eyes darted downward, spotting the crimson stain rapidly spreading across his T-shirt. Her first thought was confirmed: his wound had reopened. Without a word, she leaped off the couch, barefoot, and dashed toward the bedroom.
"Whew... that almost killed me..."
Relieved by the sudden absence of pressure, Ye Feng exhaled. But the bleeding from his abdomen hadn’t stopped.
"Where did Xie Yuyan run off to now? I was just about to ask her to grab some gauze..."
As he muttered to himself, Xie Yuyan reappeared in a flash, medical kit in hand, and was at his side in an instant.
"Xie Yuyan? Why the rush?"
"Your wound reopened... I’m sorry... Let me take care of it right away..."
Her words spilled out in a flurry, but her hands moved with precision, swiftly changing his bandages and applying fresh medication.
......
"Ye Feng... I’m sorry..."
"It’s fine. Just a little blood loss. Now that it’s bandaged, it’ll be okay."
Watching Xie Yuyan crouch by the bed, staring at him, Ye Feng couldn’t help but chuckle. Her mood swings were lightning-fast—one wrong word, and she’d explode like a powder keg. Yet, he could sense that deep down, she truly cared for him.
"That’s not okay! Blood is precious. We can’t waste it... Ah! I won’t let you get hurt again."
"Are you a vampire or something...?"
"Mmm..."
Seeing her hesitate, Ye Feng knew she had something else to say. "What is it, Xie Yuyan? Still thinking about something?"
"It’s nothing major... Just... about tonight... sleeping..."
"Let’s sleep together."
"I knew it... Huh?"
Xie Yuyan had been about to stand and leave, but Ye Feng’s unexpected reply froze her in place.
"Y-Ye Feng, what did you say? Sleep together?!"
"What’s wrong? You were the one who brought it up. Now that I’m agreeing, you’re backing out?"
"N-no! Of course I’m willing! I just... didn’t expect..."
"You didn’t expect me to agree so easily, right?"
Ye Feng voiced her thoughts before she could. Xie Yuyan looked at him in surprise, then lowered her head with a slight nod. "Yeah."
"As long as you’re okay with it..."
This was Ye Feng’s indirect way of compromising. He knew he had no other choice—balancing her emotions and his injury left him little room to refuse.
"Of course I’m okay with it! Then let’s rest soon, Ye Feng! Sleeping early helps wounds heal faster!"
"Xie Yuyan, wait—"
Before he could finish, Xie Yuyan grabbed his arm, pulling him up and dragging him toward the bedroom without giving him a chance to react.
......
"Ye Feng, rest for a bit. I’ll go freshen up~"
After tucking the blanket around him, Xie Yuyan turned to leave.
"After all that happened today, I should wash off the grime, right?"
"Mm... I’ll sleep first then... Call me if you need anything."
Fatigue from his injury washed over Ye Feng, and drowsiness took hold. Today had drained him completely—he needed proper rest.
"Got it~"
Xie Yuyan smiled softly as she watched Ye Feng’s eyes slowly close, as if anticipating something wonderful. She turned off the bedroom light and headed to the bathroom. The scent of blood still clung to her; she couldn’t risk it disturbing him.
"Shhh..."
The sound of the shower running lulled Ye Feng into a hazy state.
"Rustle... rustle..."
Huh? Is that Shen Mengli?
Half-asleep, Ye Feng felt warmth press against his shoulder. The familiar sensation made him think it was Shen Mengli, who used to sleep beside him. Just as he was about to tell her to move away, realization struck, and he bit back his words, forcing his eyes open.
"X-Xie Yuyan?"
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