Zhao Xi lowered her head and clutched her stomach.

Stomach cramps.

She hadn't expected Hoshino to notice even her pale complexion so clearly; he had already noticed the symptoms as soon as they appeared.

"Bean Sprout, find some antidote herbs."

The little bean sprout flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

"Ugh...it hurts so much..." Zhao Xi felt weak all over and collapsed into Xingye's arms.

His breath touched her face, as close as it had been in her dream that day.

He held her cold hand tightly and warmed it with his body heat.

Zhao Xi was covered in a cold sweat and clutched Xingye's clothes tightly.

This is for real!

Qingluan is not a wild demon cultivator, but comes from a legitimate sect. She doesn't eat, and it's impossible for her to be poisoned by poisonous mushrooms.

Zhao Xi's constitution is different from that of cultivators. She is completely immune to what seems to harm the spiritual energy of cultivators, but she has little resistance to ordinary toxins and viruses.

Hoshino only knew that she could resist spiritual energy, but she was not familiar with the situation of mortals.

Along the way, Zhao Xi saw several poisonous mushrooms, which gave her an idea for how to escape and protect herself, but this required Lin Che's cooperation.

Lin Che's behavior was quite unusual, subtly contradicting his usual style.

With just one look, Zhao Xi understood.

After waiting a while, the little bean sprout seemed to have gotten lost and did not return.

Zhao Xi kept complaining of stomach pain, but Xingye couldn't hold back and hugged her tightly, saying, "Where can we find an antidote? I'll take you to find one."

"I just passed a small pond; there are medicinal herbs nearby."

"A pond?" Hoshino's steps suddenly stopped.

"Mmm..." Zhao Xi closed her eyes and nestled in his arms, letting out a soft "Mmm."