The steam rising from the dining table seemed to be instantly drained away by an invisible hand.
The warm atmosphere from one second suddenly plummeted to freezing point.
An invisible, blood-stained sense of oppression emanated from the man opposite her, weighing heavily on Ruan Tang's heart.
Yan Yu's dark and unsavory thoughts, like wildly growing vines, instantly filled his entire mind.
Tidy up his yard?
Why?
Are you going to kick him out after just one night of intimacy?
Can't.
Absolutely not!
A sense of abandonment, violence, and a frenzied possessiveness, like a wild beast breaking free of its shackles, roared wildly in his heart, almost shattering his reason.
His dormant lightning-based powers even began to crackle uncontrollably due to this manic emotion.
He is sick.
He fell seriously ill ever since he met her.
Would she still want me like this?
This thought was like a sharp, icy knife, piercing deep into the heart.
Yan Yu's face turned deathly pale in an instant.
His upturned lips suddenly flattened and pulled down, and his deep eyes, which had just been filled with affection, now resembled an abyss splattered with ink, dark, cold, and churning with terrifying gloom and...despair.
Ruan Tang was holding her bowl, savoring the lingering aroma of the scallion pancake, when she was suddenly chilled to the bone by the chilling, almost tangible murderous aura.
She raised her head blankly.
He met Yan Yu's darkening eyes.
What's wrong?
He was having a perfectly good meal, so why did he suddenly act like the sky was falling and he was about to be abandoned by the whole world?
Ruan Tang blinked her large, almond-shaped eyes, her delicate brows furrowing in confusion.
She put down her chopsticks and quietly moved to his side.
A soft, white hand, with a hint of tentativeness, gently touched the man's cold forehead.
It's not hot.
She withdrew her hand, touched her forehead, and looked puzzled.
The cool, soft touch on his forehead was like a faint flash of lightning, cleaving through the chaotic darkness in Yan Yu's mind.
He froze completely.
The beast roaring wildly in my heart from fear was instantly soothed by this gentle touch, which carried pure concern.
He turned his head somewhat slowly, staring intently at the girl beside him.
Seeing that he didn't have a fever, Ruan Tang's initial confusion turned into pure worry.
Forget about being shy, she instinctively opened her arms and wrapped them around the man's neck, gently pulling his head, which seemed to bear the weight of the whole world, into her warm embrace.
Her small hands clumsily stroked his stiff, iron-like back.
Her voice was soft and anxious.
"Yan Yu, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
The girl's soft body pressed close to him, and her familiar, comforting sweet scent, mixed with her unique herbal fragrance, enveloped him completely.
Yan Yu was like a rusty machine at this moment, slowly raising his arm and using all his strength to hug the girl in his arms tightly, as if a drowning person had grabbed the only piece of driftwood.
Was he... mistaken?
He forcefully suppressed the gloom churning in his heart, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, his voice hoarse and almost incoherent.
"Tangtang...why...are you going to tidy up the yard over there?"
"You...don't want me anymore?"
He asked that last question in a soft, trembling voice, filled with a humble fear.
He was someone who had been trapped in darkness for too long, and having finally grasped this ray of light, how could he possibly let go?
He didn't want to be alone anymore.
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