Chapter 66 Mo You is...
[Jiang Wangyue, you should have died long ago! ]
Mo You's poisonous voice suddenly pierced into Jiang Wangyue's mind. His body trembled and his nails dug deeply into his palms.
Bright red blood oozed out from between her fingers, but she was completely unaware.
Tasia's words echoed in her ears - from the very beginning, Mo You wanted to take Jiang Wangyue's life.
The coldness climbed up his spine little by little, and Jiang Wangyue couldn't help but feel cold all over.
But why?
Jiang Wangyue searched repeatedly in the depths of his memory, but could not find any trace related to Mo You.
They are like two parallel lines that never intersect.
unless……
Unless Mo You is the original "Jiang Wangyue".
Jiang Wangyue's breathing stagnated, and the blood color immediately peeled off from her face layer by layer.
This extremely absurd idea quickly grew in her mind, making Jiang Wangyue feel a biting cold even at her fingertips.
"Yueyue! Jiang Wangyue!"
Jiang Wangyue suddenly came back to his senses in the face of Mingjiao's futile and rising call, and his dilated pupils suddenly contracted.
She bit her lower lip tightly, her chest heaving violently due to her rapid breathing.
After a long time, her disordered breathing finally became steady and her body stopped shaking.
Only after loosening his clenched fist did Jiang Wangyue feel the pain in his palm.
"I'm sorry to have made you worry." She said softly in a hoarse voice.
Looking at Jiang Wangyue's pale face, Tasia couldn't help but frown.
"Do you want to go to the hospital?"
Jiang Wangyue slowly shook her head, "No, I... just need to rest for a while."
Mingjiao helped Jiang Wangyue sit down on the sofa, then raised his hand and gently touched her forehead, which was covered with cold sweat.
"Do you really not need to go to the hospital? You look unwell." Mingjiao asked worriedly.
Xia Ya handed over a cup of warm water at the right time.
Jiang Wangyue shook her head again, forced a smile, and spoke in a low voice.
"I just... remembered what happened before, so I was a little scared."
She couldn't tell them the truth and could only say sorry to them silently in her heart.
Tasia reached out and gently brushed away the sweat-soaked hair on Jiang Wangyue's forehead. Then she said seriously, "If you need any help, you can tell me. Mo You is an S-rank female, and so am I. There's no reason to let her show off."
Jiang Wangyue suddenly clenched the cup in her hand and nodded softly.
As the time to return to school was approaching, the few of them hurried away only after confirming that Jiang Wangyue could really take care of herself.
After they left, the huge house suddenly became quiet.
This silence makes people feel uneasy.
Jiang Wangyue hugged her knees and curled up in a corner of the sofa.
The sunlight tilted little by little, and the afterglow of the sunset was gradually replaced by darkness, but her posture remained unchanged.
Like a completely forgotten statue.
Lan Xue rushed back and opened the door, and the scene he saw was the one that made his heart stop.
He didn't have time to take off his coat which was wet by the drizzle. He quickly walked to the sofa, knelt on one knee, raised his hand and gently held her face.
"What's wrong?"
The familiar voice and cool breath invaded Jiang Wangyue's senses from all directions, finally causing her stiff body to react slightly.
She subconsciously tried to follow the source of heat, but the next second she fell into his warm embrace.
Lan Xue hugged Jiang Wangyue tightly, rubbing her warm palms on her cold neck.
"How long have you been sitting here?"
Jiang Wangyue opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he just shook his head and buried his face in Lan Xue's shoulder.
When her hot tears fell on his shoulder, Lan Xue's body trembled violently.
She cried.
When she realized this, Lan Xue, who always did everything with ease, finally panicked.
"Speak... Jiang Wangyue, can you say something?" His voice was hoarse.
"Lan Xue..."
Jiang Wangyue's crying voice full of grievance hit Lan Xue's heart hard, making him so heartbroken that he almost couldn't breathe.
Lan Xue replied in a panic: "I'm here, I'm here, I'm sorry, I'm back late..."
It seemed that his infinite tolerance finally gave Jiang Wangyue some sense of security. She could no longer hold back and broke down crying.
Lan Xue gritted her teeth, her hands trembling, and patiently stroked Jiang Wangyue's back over and over again, telling her that she was here.
Perhaps Lan Xue's comfort worked, Jiang Wangyue's crying gradually became softer, and finally turned into silent sobbing.
After venting all the fear and helplessness in his heart, Jiang Wangyue became much calmer.
She is not a thief who steals other people's bodies.
If she is a thief, then Mo You, who took another person's body and identity and reappeared in front of everyone, is also a thief.
She shouldn't have died.
Since she came into this world, she has never hurt anyone, so she should never be the one to die.
Jiang Wangyue, who had thought it through, sniffed, raised his head and looked at Lan Xue with red eyes.
She trembled and whispered, "I just feel a little sad suddenly..."
Jiang Wangyue didn't finish her words, as Lan Xue blocked the rest of her words.
Their cool and soft lips pressed tightly together, and he gently bit her bloodless lips until they were dyed bright red again.
In the dark living room, the sounds of people breathing and the friction of clothes were particularly obvious.
It was not until Lan Xue's terminal lit up that the two slowly separated.
He didn't check the message on the terminal immediately. Instead, he touched Jiang Wangyue's slightly hot cheek and asked with a smile, "Are you feeling better?"
Jiang Wangyue let out a light breath and nodded.
"I'm fine."
Lan Xue leaned closer and kissed the corner of her mouth.
"I'm going to prepare some food. Do you want to wait here for me, or should I carry you upstairs?"
Jiang Wangyue subconsciously grabbed his collar and whispered, "I'll wait for you here."
"Okay, but I need to get a blanket first, okay?"
"Um."
The moment Lan Xue stood up, the soft light finally illuminated the living room.
He quickly went to get a thick blanket, wrapped Jiang Wangyue tightly, and placed the fluffy snow leopard doll next to her.
"Let it stay with you, okay?"
Jiang Wangyue shrank her face into the blanket and said a little embarrassedly: "I'm not a child anymore..."
Lan Xue smiled and touched her forehead. Without saying anything else, she turned and went into the kitchen.
Watching Lan Xue's figure disappear, Jiang Wangyue's gaze shifted to the snow leopard doll beside him.
She pursed her slightly swollen lips and couldn't help but reach out and grab the doll's thick and soft tail.
Because she was worried about her, Lan Xue, who had reserved some of her mental energy on the snow leopard doll, suddenly felt her hand tremble.
The tingling sensation in his tailbone made him regret it.
I really haven't learned a lesson at all...
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