Ling Mo had no idea that Qin Beiming, even while suffering from an attack, was still thinking about making peace with her.
Recalling how Qin Beiming had been nearly driven to the brink of collapse by her "torture" over the past few days, she suddenly felt extremely guilty and whispered "I'm sorry" several times in his ear.
"Mo, please stop being angry with me, okay?"
Due to the recurrence of his illness, Qin Beiming's five senses and six perceptions were much weaker than usual.
Just like now, he couldn't hear what Ling Mo was saying to him at all. It was only because of the obsession in his heart that he kept begging her for reconciliation again and again.
"good."
During this time, Ling Mo responded to him again and again, patiently and tirelessly.
With each reply, the fog in her heart dissipated a little.
After answering dozens of times, she suddenly understood completely.
From the day they met, everything he did was for her sake.
Even when she was being condemned by everyone, he remained steadfastly behind her, supporting her as always.
It's no exaggeration to say that if there truly is love that never betrays, then Qin Beiming must have given her this precious love completely...
After a moment, upon hearing Ling Mo's affirmative answer, Qin Beiming's tense nerves finally relaxed.
He subconsciously wrapped his arms around Ling Mo's slender waist, intending to pour out his heart to her, but his relaxed nerves made him unable to resist his inner demons, and he went berserk again.
The next instant, Qin Beiming changed his previous gentleness, his eyes bloodshot, and suddenly pressed Ling Mo down onto the messy bed behind her.
"Third Master?"
Ling Mo realized that Qin Beiming had lost his mind, and immediately came back to his senses. With a flick of his wrist, the silver needle at his fingertips pierced Qin Beiming's chest with exceptional precision. "Take a deep breath! We need to expel the poison gas as soon as possible."
"hot..."
Qin Beiming could no longer hear Ling Mo's voice at all; all he could hear was a buzzing, noisy sound.
The sudden auditory hallucinations made his already feverish body even more difficult to control.
After holding on for a few seconds, he seemed to lose control and began to tug at her belt.
"Third Master, please wake up."
Ling Mo trembled slightly in panic, but still methodically applied acupuncture to Qin Beiming's body.
"Mo, help me."
Qin Beiming irritably pushed away Ling Mo's hands, which were busy administering acupuncture, eager to lower his body temperature.
Ling Mo had no choice but to painstakingly insert the needles into him amidst his chaotic and unpredictable attacks.
However, when she was about to insert the last needle, it was clearly too late to dodge.
In extreme terror, she screamed for the first time ever, and her eyes even welled up with tears.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, Qin Beiming's rationality was finally pulled back by her exclamation.
He shook his head, looking in astonishment at Ling Mo, whose eyes were tightly closed and whose body was still trembling slightly. He quickly moved a small distance away from her and apologized repeatedly.
"Feel sorry."
"you..."
Ling Mo half-opened her eyes and saw him gently helping her adjust her clothes, still somewhat flustered.
"Idiot, if you're so scared, why don't you run away?"
Qin Beiming never expected that the usually strong Ling Mo would almost make him cry.
Looking into her eyes, which were filled with fear, he felt an overwhelming pang of heartache.
"I..."
Ling Mo shrank back, and after a long while, he finally came to his senses and mumbled in a low voice:
"I'm not afraid of you, nor am I against physical intimacy with you. I'm just not ready yet."
"You weren't prepared, and you didn't even know to hide?"
Qin Beiming gently embraced her, who was completely terrified, feeling somewhat fortunate that he had regained his senses in time.
"I wanted to hide, but it was too late..."
"If this happens again in the future, remember to protect yourself first and don't worry about me. I would rather hurt you than suffer from the aftereffects of the illness."
"Um."
Ling Mo nodded like a chick pecking at rice, the terrifying scene still lingering in his mind.
Qin Beiming stared intently at her, and seeing the mist in her eyes quietly dissipate, he breathed a sigh of relief and said softly:
"Before, I wondered why you didn't seem like a teenage girl at all, never shedding a tear even after experiencing so much injustice. Now I realize that this is your bottom line. Seeing you on the verge of tears just now, I really hate myself."
"Bullshit! I won't cry."
Ling Mo suddenly felt a little embarrassed when he realized he had become such a coward.
It's strange, actually.
When I was "frankly speaking" with him just now, I felt nothing but panic.
Now that their clothes were back on, her mind was filled with images unsuitable for children, causing her face to flush.
Qin Beiming knew she was embarrassed, so he didn't bring up what had just happened. Instead, he calmly soothed her slightly agitated emotions:
"I was mistaken just now; you really didn't cry. It's all because your eyes are too bright, making me mistake that pool of stars for your individual tears."
Ling Mo covered her flushed cheeks, only wanting to forget this embarrassing moment as soon as possible.
Unexpectedly, he brought up the matter again and again.
This infuriated her, and she immediately lost her temper and exploded:
"Qin Beiming, can we not bring this up again?"
Seeing this, Qin Beiming nodded repeatedly, then turned his gaze to the blood-stained fruit knife on the ground, and calmly changed the subject:
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