For some reason, he started to feel restless again.
He slowly and deliberately removed the IV drip from Xiao Xin's hand. Blood beads oozed from the wound. Without the slightest hesitation, he lifted Xiao Xin's hand and sucked away the drop of blood with the tip of his tongue.
Xiao Xin shuddered for a moment in pain and subconsciously pulled his hand away, but Fu Yan held him and he didn't struggle.
"I originally wanted to leave you alive, but the doctor said you are weak and need to rest."
Fu Yan looked at him, a smile playing on his lips: "But that depends on how you perform, brother. After all, I don't want to become a corpse either..."
Xiao Xin opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he kept it closed.
Fu Yan licked his lips and asked Xiao Xin with a smile, "Brother, you haven't eaten all day, are you hungry?"
Xiao Xin wanted to pull her hand back, but she had no strength at all, and she didn't want to answer Fu Yan's question, so she resisted Fu Yan with silence.
The two remained locked in this stalemate for half a minute.
Fu Yan understood what he meant, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips: "Since you're not hungry, let's continue."
Xiao Xin was like a dead body, completely unmoved by Fu Yan's words and actions.
Fu Yan wasn't annoyed; he had plenty of ways to see the "alive" expression on Xiao Xin's face.
Xiao Xin's old wounds hadn't healed, and Fu Yan inflicted new ones on her. Xiao Xin gritted her teeth and persevered until the end, but she still couldn't help but cry out in pain.
The illusion of being on the verge of death flashed white light in his mind, so ethereal that he couldn't tell whether he was alive or already dead...
Fu Yan grabbed his hair, lifted his head off the pillow, and whispered in his ear, "Brother, say you were wrong, say you'll listen, say you won't leave me..."
Xiao Xin hadn't eaten all day, and a tearing, cramping pain shot through her abdomen.
He was sweating profusely, but couldn't utter a single syllable.
Seeing that he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, Fu Yan had no intention of letting him go. He grabbed the back of the neck and looked at him, "Brother, speak..."
Xiao Xin sobbed softly, her face covered in tears.
Fu Yan was stunned, as if sensing Xiao Xin's sadness, and felt a pang of pain in his heart as well.
He had promised never to make Xiao Xin cry again, but he broke his promise...
This time he managed to control himself and stop before Xiao Xin fainted.
With her restraints gone, Xiao Xin turned around and faced away from Fu Yan, lying on her side curled up on the bed, tears streaming down her face with a numb expression.
Fu Yan took a deep breath, composed himself, and looked at the figure curled up in a ball on the bed, feeling momentarily at a loss.
The room was a mess. Fu Yan glanced around and belatedly realized how crazy he had been these past two days.
He carried Xiao Xin into the bathroom, his movements much gentler than before.
When I came out of the bathroom again, the room had been cleaned and tidied up.
Fu Yan made a phone call, and soon a servant brought the meal up.
Fu Yan, holding a bowl of pumpkin porridge, scooped up a spoonful and fed it to Xiao Xin: "This is my favorite porridge..."
Xiao Xin raised her eyes, looked at him, and slowly said, "I want to... go see He Yunzhou."
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