CHAPTER 21: 21: XUANXUAN IS NOT AFRAID, THE PAIN HAS FLOWN AWAY (PART 3)_1

"I’m fine." Grasping Fifth Brother’s arm, Yixuan’s heart was aching.

At this time, Dong Huiying said, "Let’s go home first." Liang Yuening’s concussion was quite serious, and he needed to rest quietly. He should not be moving around.

So, Dong Huiying and Yixuan supported Yue Ning on either side as they walked home. But when Dong Huiying took hold of Yue Ning’s arm, the man’s body stiffened, and afterward, he pursed his thin lips tightly.

He really wanted to push Dong Huiying away, but he endured it since he really had no strength left in his body and felt too dizzy.

After they arrived home.

Yixuan asked Fifth Brother to lie down in his room, and then he fetched a basin of clear water to help Dong Huiying clean the blood on her wound.

"Yixuan, do we have a needle and thread at home?"

Dong Huiying looked at him pitifully.

"Yes, Yixuan will go get it right away."

He brought back the needle and thread, and Dong Huiying, enduring the pain, shakily threaded the needle.

Yixuan hesitated for a moment, "Perhaps... let me do it?"

Her clear, misty eyes looked at him, "Dare you?" The sight of flesh wounds was frightening, and sewing with needle and thread through the flesh without Powder for Anesthesia made her nearly scratch the walls in pain. Yet even at such a moment, she hadn’t forgotten to take Yixuan’s feelings into consideration.

Suddenly, Yixuan rubbed her head, and after finishing the gesture, Dong Huiying was startled, and Yixuan himself also stiffened.

Afterward, he straightened up and said resolutely, "I dare."

Yixuan’s hands were very steady. He sewed swiftly, with every stitch clean and decisive, never dragging it out.

Dong Huiying moaned in pain, her eyes almost completely red, but she refused to let even a single tear fall.

Time passed quickly, but it also seemed to crawl by slowly.

For Dong Huiying, every minute, every second, felt as though she was being roasted on a fire, an absolutely excruciating ordeal.

Of course, Yixuan was not having an easy time either.

This task required decisiveness, ruthlessness, and bravery. Hesitating or being indecisive would only prolong the suffering.

"It’s done."

After sewing the last stitch, Yixuan bent down and bit off the bloodied end of the thread. Dong Huiying finally felt relieved, but she was soaked in sweat, her hair sticky and clinging to her face.

She wanted to say thank you, but before she could speak, she gazed at his face and lost herself in a daze.

He was naturally beautiful, like a breeze under the moonlight, like the first light of dawn. When he bit off the thread, her purple-black blood stained his lips, like a smear of dark rouge. It was bewitchingly beautiful, enchanting, like a demon, or like a poppy, both gorgeous and toxic, utterly captivating.

Unintentionally, he tasted some of the purple-black blood on his lips, and he paused in a daze. The blood was sweet, like berries.

He tasted it again.

Suddenly, with a "buzz," his mind went blank.

"Yixuan?" His behavior startled her, and in the next moment, he had completely changed, resembling some fierce and malevolent creature. He grabbed her throat as if intending to strangle her?

Dong Huiying was shocked. Such a sudden transformation was entirely unexpected. She gasped for air, pain shooting through her neck where he was choking her, and just as she was about to push Yixuan away, a figure stumbled into the room.

...

Liang Yuening had been lying in the adjoining room, but he suddenly heard an unusual noise coming from this side. He did not care about the little clown, but he cared about Yixuan, his own younger brother.

So he rushed over in a panic, not even bothering to put on his shoes.

Upon entering the room, he saw his sixth brother pressing down on the little clown, his face contorted with rage as he choked the ugly creature’s slender neck.

"Yixuan?" Liang Yuening hugged Yixuan from behind, trying to pull him off.