Chapter 201 Why are you so skilled?
Xin Que hadn't expected Luo Huayi to hide those NPCs inside the border line.
Luo Huayi lay back on the sofa, lifted his eyelids, and glimpsed the woman crossing her arms, seemingly lost in thought.
He casually tossed aside the clothes that were in the way, sat up despite the ambiguous and scattered bruises on his body, and the man's gaze fell on the conspicuous bite mark on Xin Que's collarbone.
“The people have been sent back as you instructed,” Luo Huayi said, her hoarse voice, strained from exhaustion, filled with barely concealed malice. “What are you plotting now?”
Xin Que came to her senses.
"Aren't you tired?" She turned her head to look at Luo Huayi. "You've been through so much, you should get some rest."
Finally, Xin Que simply pulled Luo Huayi's arm and put it around her neck.
Luo Huayi's body suddenly lifted into the air.
The thorns slowly avoided Xin Que.
It wasn't until Xin Que placed him on the bed in the bedroom that Luo Huayi's malfunctioning brain slowly began to function again.
"You're crazy..." Luo Huayi had only uttered half a curse when Xin Que pressed her down to lie down.
"Go to sleep," Xin Que turned off the light, letting the two sink into darkness. She leaned down and pulled the person closer to her. "If you keep going like this, you won't be able to play the imprisonment game anymore... I'll just wait for you to die suddenly and put you in a coffin."
Luo Huayi froze.
A moment later, he hugged Xin Que tightly from behind.
The clear heartbeat of Xin Que in his ear gradually calmed this heart that had been twisted by darkness.
Luo Huayi felt a lump in her throat.
It's all just pretense.
It was all... a trick to deceive him.
But time and time again, he was lured into her traps by these tricks without hesitation.
In a daze, Luo Huayi recalled Xin Que's previous assessment of him: "He never learns from his mistakes."
He pressed his forehead against Xin Que's neck, and Xin Que's hand, which was casually stroking his back, made it even harder for him to wake up.
Pressing the person firmly into her arms, Luo Huayi slowly closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the gentle world of her fantasy.
...
When she opened her eyes again, Luo Huayi was lying alone in the center of the spacious, soft bed, expressionless.
There was nothing around me.
Barefoot on the floor, Luo Huayi turned the entire villa upside down.
Finally, he found the woman's dried blood on some withered thorns scattered in a corner of the room.
With a flick of his finger, Luo Huayi turned the thorn used to kill him into ashes in an instant.
There's no way to stop someone who's determined to leave.
Luo Huayi lowered her eyes and chuckled, whether mocking her own wild ideas from last night or the heart that Xin Que could never warm up.
...
“…Xin Que?” Ying Yun slowly opened his eyes, his stiff pupils turning a few times before finally looking at the woman lying beside the hospital bed.
The woman seemed to be extremely tired and drowsy from staying up all night to keep her company in bed.
Startled by Ying Yun's call, she nodded sharply, then opened her eyes in surprise and hurriedly looked at Ying Yun, "...Awake?"
Ying Yun moved, causing the plastic tubing for the IV drip to sway.
He raised his hand and touched Xin Que's cheek, his voice hoarse, "Have you been guarding this place the whole time?"
Xin Que didn't answer the question. She simply tucked his hand under the blanket, got up, and went to call the medical staff, "Doctor, the patient is awake!"
After a brief examination, the doctor reassured Xin Que, "Observe Ying Yun for another day. If everything is fine, she can be discharged."
Ying Yun watched Xin Que bustling about, and after a long while, he gently interrupted her.
"Can you talk to me for a while?"
Xin Que paused as she was about to open the door.
She naturally shut out the thin thorns that were about to silently creep into the room along the wall, and sat down on Ying Yun's bedside.
“Go on,” Xin Que looked at him intently, her voice serious, “I’m listening.”
Ying Yun stared at the clean, soft quilt beside him, looking somewhat dazed.
Strands of hair fell down, partially obscuring the gauze bandage on Ying Yun's forehead and also partially obscuring his eyebrows and eyes, thus concealing most of his expression.
The man's back was somewhat hunched, making him look fragile and pitiful, which made people feel even more sorry for him.
"Before I lost consciousness..." Ying Yun's voice trembled slightly, "I heard what those kidnappers said."
Xin Que fell silent.
"It's the Xu family, they've come after us again, haven't they?" He exuded a desolate aura. "Xin Que..."
"I'm so tired."
Xin Que froze, as if afraid of hearing what she was about to hear, and raised her hand to cover her face.
“We have been on the run for more than two years, but the Xu family still refuses to let this case go.”
"Car accidents, kidnappings... you can't escape these no matter where you go."
Ying Yun's voice sounded utterly exhausted.
“I’m sorry, Xin Que,” Ying Yun said in a trembling voice, as if he had made a huge decision. “In the moment before I lost consciousness, what I was thinking was… if only I had stopped you from killing Xu Yuan.”
"If only... I hadn't entered into a marriage of convenience with you back then..."
Xin Que loosened her fingers slightly and glanced at Ying Yun, her face expressionless but her voice weary, "It's not your fault."
After a while, she got up and sat down next to Ying Yun naturally, pressing her hand on his shoulder, her voice earnest, "It's my fault for being too impulsive back then..."
move.
Xin Que's gaze swept past Ying Yun's profile and caught sight of thorns swiftly stabbing towards the back of Ying Yun's neck from the shadows behind the headboard. With lightning speed, she pulled Ying Yun into her arms.
Before Ying Yun could react, Xin Que scooped him up from the hospital bed.
Ying Yun: "???"
He looked at the woman's profile so close to his face, a look of bewilderment on his face as if the scene had slipped out of the director's control.
Before he could react, Xin Que forcefully pressed the back of his head, forcing him to bury his face in her arms, and then led the group into the narrow bathroom.
"Bang!"
The bathroom door, now filled with the jagged thorns that filled the entire room, was shut off to the outside.
“Listen to me,” Xin Que placed the person on the sink, her expression grave. “I suspect the Xu family has spies in the hospital.”
Ying Yun tensed up visibly, as if in response to stress.
Xin Que cupped Ying Yun's face in her hands, her expression earnest as she made up a story, "I dragged you into Xu Yuan's affair, you don't need to blame yourself."
Ying Yun's nose turned red, "Xin Que...you..."
Xin Que forcibly fast-forwarded through Ying Yun's conversation, "Are you really going to leave me?"
Ying Yun's eyes gradually welled up with tears. "I'm sorry, but the Xu family..."
Xin Que looked at me with a pained expression that said, "But I really took your confession on the train that day seriously."
Ying Yun was taken aback. "Wasn't it in the small house in town?"
Xin Que: "...Don't worry about these details!"
She held Ying Yun's face with utmost tenderness, "Maybe my amnesia isn't fully cured and my memory is a bit confused, but I can't fake my feelings for you, it's true."
She swears to God that this is really a lie!
“But I have already broken down from the dangers brought by the Xu family time and time again…” Ying Yun immediately seized the opportunity to steer the conversation toward a more abusive tone.
He was halfway through his sentence when Xin Que suddenly covered his mouth. "Do you remember what you said when you were joking before?"
A freshly baked flatbread came crashing down on Ying Yun's head.
"If only we had something that would make the Xu family wary, then we wouldn't be in such a passive position."
Ying Yun's expressive eyes gradually revealed a perfectly measured disbelief amidst his sorrow.
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