"Has he never drunk alcohol before? Maybe it's an allergy. Has he been taking any medication lately?"
Jiang Shuyin shook her head and decided to take the fish back first.
She was also worried about Xie Yin being alone here. If he suddenly reverted to his original form in the private room, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to escape responsibility.
"Xie Yin? You're coming back with me?"
Xie Yin's gaze was somewhat somber, clearly indicating that he was also drunk.
Jiang Shuyin supported one of them with each hand, and Chen Wei opened the door for her: "Let me help you."
"No."
On the road, uncertainties can arise at any time.
Once upstairs, they put Xie Yin on the bed, covered him with a blanket, opened the safe room, and let the babies out.
"Keep an eye on him, don't let him run around outside, okay?"
The children shouted in unison, "Good!"
Get one sorted out.
They pulled the fish, who had collapsed on the ground, and took him to his room.
Alvin was panting heavily, hot breath coming out of his nose and lips, forcing Jiang Shuyin to turn her head to the side.
"Hot...pain..."
His hands scratched at his lower abdomen, his sharp nails leaving bloody marks, his deep blue eyes were tightly closed, and his eyelashes trembled uneasily.
Jiang Shu restrained his wandering hands and tied them together, binding them to the bedside table where there happened to be a hook.
"Alvin, tell me where it hurts?"
She was afraid something really bad would happen.
Alvin was unbearably hot, tears welling up in his eyes and rolling onto the sheets: "Hot... my stomach hurts—"
After uttering those words breathlessly, he began to vent his frustration by rolling around on the floor and then falling off the bed with a thud.
He forcefully pulled the hook off the bedside table.
There was a blanket underneath, and Alvin absorbed the coolness from the ground before starting to roll around again.
Jiang Shuyin avoided him.
Seemingly with his body temperature dropping a few degrees, Alvin sat up, his blue eyes half-open, his bound hands flat on the bed, and cried out, "Thirsty, I want water."
Jiang Shuyin picked up a bottle of water and threw it over.
"Cannot be opened."
He drank hastily, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, water droplets cascading down his neck, leaving a glistening trail before disappearing into his belt.
He tore his shirt to shreds.
Still thirsty...
His eyes turned one blue and one red, his back heaved, and his voice was hoarse.
Jiang Shuyin suddenly remembered—bloodlust.
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