A feeling of heat spread from deep within the body. At first it was just a faint heat, but in the blink of an eye it quickly swept through the whole body like a prairie fire.
His heartbeat began to accelerate, his breathing became rapid, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his body was shaking slightly uncontrollably.
With years of experience in the underworld and keen intuition, he finally realized that he had been drugged!
This realization instantly filled his eyes with anger and unwillingness. He clenched his fists unconsciously, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he felt no pain at all.
Jing Zhiwan continued to press forward, her eyes revealing a kind of persistence and madness that was unfamiliar to him.
Wei Che was extremely anxious, as if he was in the crater of a volcano about to erupt, and every second was like torture.
He knew very well that if he continued like this, he would inevitably fall into an irretrievable situation.
Looking around, the door was the only way out, but it was locked tightly.
Amidst despair, a surge of resolute courage surged within him. He gathered all his anger and unwillingness into his fists and lunged towards the closed door.
"Bang!"
He slammed his fist on the door lock, and severe pain came from his hand, but he seemed not to feel it and punched the door lock again and again.
Every blow was accompanied by his heavy breathing and roar in his heart.
Finally, with his unremitting efforts, the door lock broke with a "click" and wood chips flew everywhere.
But his fist was already bloody, and the bones seemed to be sticking out from the broken skin. Blood continued to flow down his arm and drip onto the ground, forming shocking bloodstains.
During this struggle, his body lost balance due to excessive exertion and the effects of the drugs.
He fell backwards like a kite with a broken string, and the world before his eyes began to spin.
Just when he thought he was going to fall heavily to the ground, Jing Zhiwan subconsciously reached out and supported him.
The moment her hand touched him, he felt like he was electrocuted and wanted to break free, but he no longer had the strength.
At this moment, the rouge on Jing Zhiwan's face rubbed against his collar. The bright color was like the mark of a nightmare in his eyes.
Finally, Wei Che used all his strength to push Jing Zhiwan away and stood up shakily.
He gave Jing Zhiwan a last look with complicated eyes, then walked out the door without looking back.
His steps were weak, and every step seemed to use up all his strength, but his eyes were extremely determined, and he just wanted to escape from this terrible place as soon as possible.
Jing Zhiwan just stood quietly in the room, watching his departing figure with empty eyes, without trying to stop him, as if her soul had dissipated with Wei Che's departure.
After a long while, Wei Che slowly opened his eyes, with some fatigue and confusion still lingering in his eyes.
He rolled his eyes slightly and looked at Wei Yunrou, who was sitting beside the bed with a worried look on her face.
The sunlight poured into the house through the window lattice, but it failed to dispel the haze in Wei Che's heart. He moved his lips, trying to relieve the dry throat, and then said in a flat tone: "It's nothing, I just accidentally drank the wrong thing, and then I was a little confused, and I accidentally hurt my hand."
He tried his best to make his voice sound more natural, but his eyes unconsciously avoided Wei Yunrou's inquiring gaze.
Wei Yunrou stared at Wei Che, her eyes full of suspicion.
She knew her brother too well. Wei Che had always been cautious and thoughtful. He usually did things in an orderly manner. Even in the most chaotic situations, he could remain calm. How could he easily drink the wrong thing and end up getting himself injured and in such a mess?
She looked at Wei Che's hands wrapped in gauze and still oozing blood, and then at his pale face, her heart filled with heartache and confusion.
"Brother, is it really just as simple as drinking something wrong? Your hand is so badly injured, and the way you looked when you came back yesterday, it doesn't look like something that could be caused by drinking something wrong."
Wei Yunrou couldn't help but speak with a hint of urgency in her voice. She hoped Wei Che could tell her the truth.
Wei Che avoided Wei Yunrou's gaze, turned his head slightly, coughed lightly, and said, "It's really okay, don't think too much."
There was an unquestionable tone in his voice, and his hands unconsciously clenched the quilt.
Wei Yunrou looked at Wei Che, her lips trembling slightly, and she wanted to ask something else.
But when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back. She knew Wei Che's temper too well. Since he didn't want to talk, no matter how much she asked, it would be in vain and would only make him upset.
Thinking of this, Wei Yunrou felt a little disappointed, but still nodded obediently and said, "Okay, brother, if you have any problems, you must tell me. I am your sister, and I will always support you."
She stood up, walked to the window, and gently opened the curtains to let more sunlight into the room.
"You should have a good rest, brother. I'll get you something to eat."
Wei Yunrou looked back at Wei Che, her eyes full of concern, then she turned and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door gently.
Wei Che looked at Wei Yunrou's departing back, feeling mixed emotions.
Su Huaiyue slept until the afternoon, and the warm sunlight shone through the window, gently falling on her face.
She slowly woke up and opened her eyes, her eyes still hazy and confused from just waking up.
She stretched subconsciously, and her lazy posture looked particularly charming under the sunlight.
Suddenly, the scene of taking care of Wei Che last night flashed through her mind, and a trace of worry suddenly surged in her heart.
Recalling Wei Che's painful look at that time, her eyes were full of concern.
But she comforted herself that with Wei Che's physical condition and her treatment, he should be fine.
After a simple wash, Su Huaiyue stood in front of the bronze mirror and tidied her clothes.
She gently smoothed the hair by her ear with her fingers, but found that her hands were shaking slightly.
She knew that this was because the ambiguous and thrilling scene between her and Wei Che last night could not be shaken off her mind.
The breath so close to her, Wei Che's blurred eyes, and the lips that almost touched made her heart beat faster involuntarily.
At this moment, she couldn't muster up the courage to face Wei Che. Whenever she thought about meeting him, she felt her cheeks burning and her heart was in a panic.
In order to suppress the chaotic thoughts in her mind, she decided to go to Meiyan Pavilion to help.
In her opinion, busy work may allow her to forget these troubles temporarily.
So she took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and left the room with slightly hurried steps.
As soon as she arrived at the Meiyan Pavilion, Su Huaiyue heard several maids gathered together, discussing something in a low voice.
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