Chu Liyue was actually a little angry.
He himself was already so haggard, yet he still mustered the strength to make numerous arrangements.
And those arrangements were so meticulous and detailed that he probably couldn't even relax and rest.
Aside from the time he coughed up blood and was unconscious, when he slept for a while in her arms, his mind was constantly active and he never relaxed for a moment.
But looking at his pale, broken face, and the misty, trembling eyes he gave her, she didn't know how to vent her anger, even though she was furious.
Her gaze shifted slightly, but she simply looked down at him, her eyes unfathomable, her voice slightly hoarse.
"Can we rest now?"
His gaze suddenly trembled, and Xiao Wujie couldn't help but reach out to touch her face, his voice hoarse:
"elder sister……"
"If you're angry, punish me! Don't keep it to yourself!"
As he spoke, disregarding the IV drip still in his hand, he grabbed Chu Liyue's hand and placed it on his most sensitive lower back.
Seeing the IV drip wobbling from his movements, his cold eyes narrowed sharply, and he suddenly shouted:
"Don't move!"
After saying that, she quickly took his hand and flattened it, carefully checking the condition of the IV drip and the back of his hand. Fortunately, the movement was not large and there were no abnormalities.
Having confirmed that everything was correct, she instantly turned her icy gaze upon him, her voice laced with barely perceptible anger:
Do you know how dangerous that was just now?
"Your blood vessels are already narrow and your blood clotting function is not good. Do you know how much suffering you will endure if you bleed or your hand becomes congested?"
Xiao Wujie was powerless against her anger, and since he was in the wrong first, he immediately rested his head on her arm, not daring to move, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
Realizing that her tone had been too harsh, her eyes shifted, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head, and Chu Liyue's terrifying aura visibly diminished.
His usually deep and calm eyes now held a complex mix of suppressed and restrained emotions, shifting in a fleeting moment.
Finally, resigned, he closed his eyes, tightened his embrace, and looked at him with an incredibly complex gaze, letting out a hoarse sigh:
What am I supposed to do with you?
I'm angry that he's sick and not resting properly. His body is already like a candle flickering in the wind, its light uncertain, yet he keeps burning the midnight oil, his mind never at rest.
But she also knew very well that his illness was when he was most emotionally sensitive and vulnerable, and most dependent on her. Normally, she couldn't bear to see him down and couldn't bear to be cold to him.
Moreover, when he was sick and frail?
No matter how angry she was, she couldn't let her bad emotions hurt him.
She couldn't bear to see him suffer even a little, and she couldn't bear to give him the cold shoulder for even a moment. Whenever she saw him feeling wronged or disappointed, she couldn't bring herself to be harsh and couldn't help but coax and pamper him.
Although Xiao Wujie seemed to depend on her, in reality, she was completely under his control and had no way to deal with him.
"Sister, please don't be sad, okay?"
"I'm so anxious watching this..."
The hand without the IV drip wrapped around her neck, and Xiao Wujie couldn't help but lean forward and lightly kiss her delicate lips, albeit somewhat awkwardly.
His eyes were bloodshot and trembling, his tone filled with unconcealed self-blame and heartache.
His sister was such a proud person, yet she often had emotional ups and downs because of him, but she still had to endure and restrain herself.
Just so he wouldn't feel any more uncomfortable...
He knew how painful it was to have those emotions stuck in his heart. He would rather she hit him or scold him than let those bad emotions get stuck inside him and he couldn't vent them because of him.
He hoped he would be an embellishment and a light in her life, not a burden or a prison.
He loved her stunning beauty and how she blossomed in full glory!
"Sister, believe me, I really don't neglect my health."
"I want to live, I don't want to die, because if I die I won't be able to see my sister again."
"But that Vito Rosso, he almost caused my sister's death in the fire, leaving Qingyi with a lifelong trauma, and Yunmo almost lost his life because of him too!"
"I really don't want him to live another second!"
With his arms around her neck, his pale lips pressed against Chu Liyue's red lips, kissing her gently. Xiao Wujie poured out all his truest thoughts in one breath.
He couldn't bear to see her suffer either, and most of the time, he obediently listened to her and tried his best to maintain his own condition and take care of his health.
But he is also a human being, and when faced with things that he finds intolerable, he can also lose control of himself.
He rarely gets angry, and if getting him angry is a difficult thing, then Vito Rosso was undoubtedly very successful at it.
He's determined to kill him! He doesn't want to give him even a second more to breathe!
Even if he might have to pay a price for it...
A sudden surge of emotion caused his chest to heave, his face to flush, and he couldn't help but cough loudly, his brows furrowing in undisguised pain.
His thin body trembled repeatedly, and physiological saline dripped uncontrollably from his eyes. He looked so haggard that it was heartbreaking.
"Sweetie, don't get excited."
"I'm not angry, I don't blame you."
"Listen to me, breathe slowly."
Her slender, warm hands gently caressed his chest, and her red lips softly kissed away the tears that welled up in his eyes. Chu Liyue's gentle voice was tinged with a hint of self-reproach.
Seeing Xiao Wujie's self-reproach and uncontrollable emotions, the anger in her heart was instantly wiped away by his deep self-blame and panic.
For the first time in his life, he felt that his emotional management skills were terrible, and he could not control his emotions every time, which brought him stress.
Under her constant gentle coaxing, Xiao Wujie finally calmed down his heavy cough and leaned weakly against her arm, panting softly.
"Sister, you're not..." angry anymore?
His eyes were misty as he looked at Chu Liyue, but before he could finish speaking, Chu Liyue reached out a finger and pressed it against his lips.
Looking down at him, Chu Liyue's deep, cold eyes held a hint of heartache and emotion. She suddenly leaned down and gently placed a kiss on his forehead.
As he gradually calmed down, his eyelashes fluttering as he looked at her, Chu Liyue gently cupped his face in her hands and let him lie flat on her lap.
Her stunningly beautiful face leaned close to his, their foreheads touching.
“My dear, I understand what you’re thinking and I know how you’re suffering.”
"I didn't mean to blame you, don't be sad, it's just that seeing you like this, I couldn't help it..."
After a pause, she still gently kissed his thin lips, her soft yet firm voice escaping her lips.
"It breaks my heart!"
"I hope you understand that in my heart, nothing is more important or more precious than you."
“I know your abilities, and I have never thought of limiting you. My darling is a strong person who stands at the top of the world.”
"But sometimes, when you're sick or tired, don't force yourself..."
She gently raised her head and looked at him. Her deep, cold eyes seemed to sparkle with tiny starlight, so gentle it was intoxicating.
"You still have me..."
"You can rely on me more..."
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