Imu had a high fever, and when the doctor looked at the thermometer which read 42 degrees Celsius, he suspected that the thermometer was broken.
Yan Sheng knew very well that this was because the monsters' constitutions were different from humans'. He told the doctor that all he needed to do was get an IV drip and medication as soon as possible.
After receiving two IV drips of medicine, Yimu regained consciousness.
Yan Sheng stayed by the bedside until he woke up and asked how he was feeling. He mainly wanted to know if Yi Mu had been bullied by that wolf demon.
Monsters are much stronger than humans. Imu's fever was simply due to being repeatedly tormented, coupled with a lot of recent headaches, which his body couldn't handle.
Yi Mu was oblivious and had no idea what had happened last night. He shook his head, then pointed to the stool and told Yan Sheng to sit down; he had something to ask.
Yan Sheng knew he couldn't avoid this, so he obediently sat down and waited for Yi Mu to speak.
Where did Yan Shengchao go?
Yan Sheng recited his prepared remarks, "The master has returned home. His family is currently arranging a marriage, and if all goes well, the wedding will be held soon."
This is not Yan Shengchao's opinion, but the opinion of the current head of the Yan family.
The head of the household knew of Yi Mu's existence and also knew that Yan Shengchao had devoted most of his energy to this child over the past three years.
The Xuanmen (mystical sect) must ensure the purity of bloodlines; the other half of the heir must absolutely not be a demon.
Yan Sheng followed Yan Shengchao's instructions to protect Yi Mu, and also obeyed the head of the family's wishes to extinguish Yi Mu's hopes.
When Yi Mu heard that Yan Shengchao was getting married, he felt a sense of absurdity. Just a month ago, the man who had whispered his love for him in bed and said he wished he could die for him was going home to get married?
"You're lying to me."
Yi Mu stared at Yan Sheng, trying to find any trace of lying on his face.
Yan Sheng sighed inwardly that this little fox was still too young. He shook his head and said, "You know I have no reason to lie to you."
Yes, Yi Mu, who had spent three years with Yan Shengchao, knew best that Yan Sheng was Yan Shengchao's confidant and would only unconditionally obey his master's will.
He wouldn't make up a story about Yan Shengchao getting married unless Yan Shengchao was genuinely planning to get married.
Yi Mu felt his blood run cold. This was the first time he had ever liked someone since he took human form, but the man didn't want him anymore. He didn't even offer an explanation, cleanly extricating himself from their three-year relationship and getting married.
He wanted to laugh, a mocking laugh, a sharp laugh, but he couldn't laugh; he couldn't even manage a slight twitch of his lips.
He wanted to cry, but Yansheng was still in the room, and he couldn't afford to lose face any longer.
Being dumped by a man is bad enough; if you also have to cry your heart out, you'll lose all sense of shame.
Yan Sheng knew that Yi Mu was sad, so he didn't stay long before taking his leave.
Yi Mu shed tears in a hospital room, his heart aching with sorrow that felt like his bones were being torn apart.
His eyes were swollen from crying. Suddenly, he picked up his phone and sent a string of words to a number that would never answer.
"Fuck your grandpa Yan Shengchao! I let you fuck me for three years for free, just consider it as being fucked by a dog. You fucking bastard, you better get married, and I hope your wife will cuckold you until the grass turns green!"
The moment the text message was sent, Yi Mu deleted Yan Shengchao, that bastard.
It's always been those vixens who manipulate others, but now he's being manipulated by a man, and he's heartbroken.
If his mother found out, she'd slap him to death, you good-for-nothing!
Far away in the Northern Hemisphere, Yan Shengchao sealed the Snow Kite Beast, which had caused a massive snow disaster, into a bottle and headed to the nearest city with his convoy.
It was already dark. On the edge of the polar region, the air was incredibly cold, and the wind felt like it could cut your skin.
As soon as I got into the car, my phone beeped.
Yan Shengchao pushed away the hot drink offered by his subordinate, looked at the small screen displaying Yi Mucao's endless insults, and slowly curled the corners of his mouth.
He's been gone for about half a month now. The little fox must be crying with anger. Just thinking about his pitiful little face with drooping eyebrows makes Yan Shengchao want to sprout wings and fly to his little darling's side.
But not now, the time isn't right.
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