Downstairs, the light from the crystal chandelier illuminated the center of the dance floor as bright as day.
Kristel was performing the opening dance with Princess Lillian.
Calm and elegant, every rotation carries a sense of power and control over the overall situation.
The golden tassels hanging from the military uniform ribbons fluttered with their smooth dance steps, inadvertently brushing against the princess's bare, white and round shoulders.
“Wow!”
Another round of warm applause and cheers exploded from downstairs, like real sound waves, hitting the glass of the observation cabin hard, then penetrating in, piercing Yunwushu's eardrums and causing pain.
Lillian's red dress spun open under Chrisel's powerful guidance, like a thorny rose blooming to the extreme in a gilded halo.
And under the bright light, Kristalto's palm behind her waist was well-defined, stable and powerful, with a warm jade-like luster, firmly controlling the slender curve.
Yunwushu had felt the warmth of that palm countless times.
The care when supporting him, the gentleness when touching his forehead, the patience when feeding him medicine... at this moment, he was firmly clinging to another person's waist, becoming part of this grand performance.
It's so noisy.
It wasn't just the noise downstairs, but also the roar of the forcibly suppressed pheromones coursing through his veins, the hissing of his glands madly colliding under the barrier patch, and the heavy beating of his heart in his chest, which was tightly entangled and almost suffocated by the poison ivy called "possessiveness".
He felt a strong dizziness, the high fever came back, and the edges of his vision began to blacken.
A familiar fishy-sweet taste surged in his throat, which he forced down.
The dam called reason in the body is groaning under the impact of the surging waves, and cracks are spreading.
"Your Highness," Bai Er's low voice sounded beside him, with a subtle worry, "The doctor said you need absolute rest. Emotional fluctuations will accelerate the hemolytic reaction..."
Yun Wushu didn't look back, his eyes still fixed on the spinning figures downstairs.
He raised his hand, not to press the painful forehead, but to touch the hot barrier patch on the back of his neck again.
The skin beneath my fingertips was beating violently, like a trapped heart on the verge of exploding.
"Rest?" He repeated in a low voice, his voice as light as a sigh, but as cold as ice.
His fingertips exerted a little pressure, almost embedding into the thin patch.
The fragrance of the camellia surged and mutated wildly under the barrier patch. In the originally elegant fragrance, a hint of violent and oppressive cold breath belonging to the top Alpha was silently seeping out, like a ferocious beast breaking free from a cage, and permeating the cold air of the viewing cabin, making the air sticky and heavy, and full of silent, heart-pounding tension.
Bai Er held his breath. The Star Lord's patience was almost at its limit.
The carefully maintained omega illusion is crumbling under the dual impact of surging emotions and physiology.
The rhythm of the dance music downstairs became more and more passionate, and the laughter was like scattered diamonds, crisp but harsh.
Chrisel led her in a beautiful sliding step, and her red skirt fluttered, almost sticking to his military uniform.
Inside the observation cabin, the cold air seemed to solidify into a solid object.
Under Yunwushu's fingertips, the edge of the barrier patch had been slightly curled up by his unconscious scratching. The cold scent of camellia mixed with cedar was like an invisible poisonous mist, dissipating in wisps. With the unquestionable pressure of a top-level Alpha, even Baier couldn't help but take a half step back, with sweat oozing from his forehead.
“Pah.”
A drop of bright red blood fell without warning on the dark carpet at the foot of Yunwushu, quickly spreading into a small dark stain.
The sweet and fishy taste in my throat couldn't be completely swallowed.
"Your Highness!" Bai Er cried out in horror and immediately went to press the emergency bell.
"Don't move." Yun Wushu's voice was as cold as an ice-hardened blade, carrying an unquestionable command.
He didn't even look down at the bloodstain, his eyes still penetrated the one-way glass and were fixed on the hand of Chrisel holding Lillian downstairs.
He slowly raised his hand and casually wiped the corner of his mouth with the expensive silk cuff, leaving a glaring red mark.
The action was done with an almost cruel grace, as if what was being wiped away was not one's own blood, but some disgusting dust.
The dizziness was like a black tide, hitting his consciousness in waves.
The high fever burned in the bone marrow, and the weakness caused by the hemolytic reaction was like a maggot in the tarsal bone.
At this moment, the heavy door of the observation cabin was gently pushed open.
The person who came just managed to catch the figure that was about to fall.
“Shushu!”
His sharp eyes caught Yun Wushu's overly pale face and the cold sweat on his forehead, and naturally he also saw the glaring, not completely wiped clean bloodstain on his cuff.
Chrisel's pupils suddenly shrank, and her heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand.
Almost at the moment Chriselle walked in, the suffocating, violent aura of a top-level Alpha emanating from Yunwushu receded like a tide.
Yunwushu obediently, almost half-leaning, handed his weight to Chrisel, hummed softly, closed his eyes, as if he didn't even have the strength to speak.
His head tilted slightly towards Chrisel's shoulder and neck, his breathing shallow, like a frightened baby bird seeking shelter.
However, the moment he closed his eyes, his gaze swept very briefly and sharply as a knife towards the door behind Chrisel.
There, a servant dressed in a servant's attire, who was obviously brought by Princess Lillian, was looking around with a flickering look in his eyes, obviously trying to get some information.
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