However, after searching most of the backyard, there was still no sign of Chu Yuan and Yan Luo.
Yan Cheng's heart sank to the bottom, filled with fear and worry.
At this moment, Yan Cheng suddenly heard a faint cry: "Second brother!"
Yan Cheng and Leng Yan ran in the direction of the sound, only to see Yan Luo sticking his head out of a half-person-high cave under the rockery, looking excited.
"Second brother! Mother is here too!"
Yan Cheng rushed over, confirmed that the two were fine, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Chu Yuan said weakly, "Cheng'er, don't worry, mother is just too tired from running."
I'm old and can't run anymore.
Yan Cheng helped Chu Yuan up: "I will escort you to a safe place. There are still assassins in the mansion."
Leng Yan led the way and took them away quickly.
But before they had gone far, another group of assassins surrounded them.
Yan Cheng tightened his grip and cursed inwardly. He hadn't expected that there were so many assassins planted in his mansion. He could only be thankful that Chu Yuan and the other two were smart and ran fast.
He really forgot that Jiang Li had a superb disguise skill.
Leng Yan protected Yan Cheng, Chu Yuan and Yan Luo behind him and stared coldly at the assassins who surrounded him.
Yan Cheng stood beside Leng Yan, gripping the sword tighter in his hand.
The assassins pressed forward step by step, with no signs of stopping.
Faced with such an urgent situation, Leng Yan and Yan Cheng had no intention of retreating and started a fierce fight with them again.
Amidst the flashing swords and shadows, Yan Cheng was careless and his arm was accidentally cut by the enemy's sharp blade.
The wound was quite deep, and blood gushed out instantly, soon staining his sleeves red.
"A Cheng!"
Seeing this, Leng Yan couldn't help but exclaim, his voice full of concern and anxiety.
Yan Cheng gritted his teeth, endured the pain and said, "It's okay, keep fighting!"
The next moment, many men in black jumped out from all directions. They were all secret guards under Yan Cheng.
"Your Highness, I'm sorry! We're late."
They had just been taken away one after another by the assassins, and the remaining people were no match for the assassins' large numbers.
There was only one survivor, who ran with difficulty to report the news and ask for help.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the assassins fled in all directions.
Yan Cheng didn't even have time to catch his breath, and hurried to check if Chu Yuan and Yan Luo were injured.
"Mom, Luo'er, are you okay?" Yan Cheng asked anxiously.
Chu Yuan shook her head: "We are fine, but you, Cheng'er, are injured."
Yan Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and didn't care much about the bloody knife marks on his arm.
He turned to his trusted aides who had rushed over and said, "Immediately search the entire city for the assassins. Don't let any of them go!"
The leader of the secret guards took the order and left.
Leng Yan looked at Yan Cheng and said, "Your Highness, please send the Madam and the Young Master to a safe place to rest first."
Yan Cheng nodded, and the group hurried away.
Returning to Yan Cheng's own courtyard, Leng Yan planned to tear open Yan Cheng's sleeve to apply medicine to him.
As a result, Yan Cheng felt that he would need to change clothes later, so he simply took off his clothes.
Leng Yan's eyes were unconsciously attracted by the snow-white skin that was almost invisible to sunlight. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated and his breathing became rapid.
An indescribable desire quietly rose in his heart, and his thoughts began to wander uncontrollably.
He thought about what a wonderful feeling it would be if he could hug this body tightly and feel the warm touch.
This thought made him both excited and frightened, and the more he tried to suppress it, the stronger the feeling became.
It was not until he heard Yan Cheng hiss, not knowing whether it was because of pain or cold, that he thought of what he should do at this moment.
While carefully cleaning Yan Qing's wound and applying medicine, he kept condemning his own absurd thoughts in his heart.
However, when his fingers gently touched Yan Cheng's skin, his eyes unconsciously wandered around Yan Cheng, as if being pulled by an invisible force.
I always feel that there is a kind of pitiful fragility on Yan Cheng's face, which is a little pale due to injury.
Yan Cheng keenly noticed Leng Yan's abnormality.
He frowned slightly, his eyes filled with doubt and scrutiny: "Leng Yan, what's wrong with you? You seem absent-minded."
Leng Yan was so frightened by this sudden question that his hands trembled.
Yan Cheng hissed again, this time in pain.
Leng Yan hurriedly moved his hand away and said calmly, "Acheng, I'm just worried about your injury."
Yan Cheng snorted, obviously not satisfied with this answer: "Leng Yan, there is no need to hide anything between you and me. If there is anything, just tell me directly."
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Leng Yan's forehead. He poked his palms with his fingertips and didn't dare to look up and look at Yan Cheng, for fear that his ulterior motives would be seen through.
The inner struggle almost made him collapse. He didn't know how to face Yan Cheng's questioning, and he didn't dare to say directly what he wanted...
no!
Can't think.
Leng Yan gritted his teeth and restrained his chaotic thoughts.
But when Yan Cheng saw this look, he started to stammer for a long time, but he couldn't tell the specific reason.
Yan Cheng stared at him intently, and suddenly, without warning, the kiss that happened due to a misunderstanding flashed through his mind.
He looked at Leng Yan's trembling arms and his own skin as white as jade, and suddenly he understood as if he had been enlightened.
At the same time, his cheeks turned red in an instant as if they were burned by fire.
Leng Yan was thinking...
Yan Cheng didn't dare to think about it anymore. The thought was too shameful.
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