A cry of panic and sobbing burst from Wen Xiao’ai’s bedroom.
"Jun Moyan, Jun Moyan."
"Jun Moyan, I’m going to die, where are you? Hurry and come here, I’ve lost so much blood."
Wen Xiao’ai looked down at the glaring pool of blood on her pajamas and bedsheets, almost crying in fright, and dared not move.
With quick footsteps, the bedroom door was violently pushed open, and before Wen Xiao’ai could get a good look, Jun Moyan’s figure had appeared before her.
"What’s wrong? What happened?"
A tense voice rang out as Jun Moyan knelt on one knee on the bed and first enveloped Wen Xiao’ai in his arms, then swiftly but cautiously scanned the room.
But he saw no one else.
"Jun Moyan, I think I’m going to die, I’ve lost so much blood, I can’t stop it." Wen Xiao’ai clutched tightly at Jun Moyan’s clothes, her tears stemming from fright.
The distinct smell of blood furrowed Jun Moyan’s brows, he looked down and when he saw Wen Xiao’ai’s pajamas and bedsheets soaked in blood, his heart jumped, and he became frantic.
"Why are you bleeding so much, who hurt you?"
Although frantic, Jun Moyan was able to calmly press an alarm beside the bed and then shouted into the alarm, "Get the doctor here right now."
"Let me see where you are hurt."
After giving the instruction, Jun Moyan reached to remove her pajamas to examine the injury.
"I don’t think I’m injured, I just keep bleeding." Wen Xiao’ai’s voice rose, tinged with sobbing.
"Jun Moyan, am I going to die? The bleeding just won’t stop, and my stomach hurts so much."
She had been injured several times before but never ; even though her stomach was in pain, the site of the bleeding was... too embarrassing to mention.
Getting a cut anywhere else on her body wouldn’t have been as frightening or embarrassing as this moment for Wen Xiao’ai.
Just as Jun Moyan was about to remove Wen Xiao’ai’s pajamas to check the wound, he suddenly realized what might be happening and his cheeks turned red in an instant.
Hurried footsteps came from outside the door; Qing Yi, alerted by the alarm, rushed in with a dozen bodyguards in black.
They reached the door in an instant.
"Third Young Master, what happened?"
With quick reflexes, Jun Moyan flung a bedsheet, wrapping it around Wen Xiao’ai.
"Ah?" Qing Yi and his men froze at the doorstep.
Collecting himself, Qing Yi spotted Wen Xiao’ai behind Jun Moyan and said, "Is Miss Wen injured? The doctor will be here soon."
"Get out." Jun Moyan’s impatient voice rose again.
"Call Xiaocha for me."
Seeing Qing Yi still not moving, Jun Moyan roared, "Go now."
"... Right away, right away."
Qing Yi, utterly baffled, retreated from the room with his men, a cloud of confusion around him.
"Jun Moyan, I’m not injured, I don’t want the doctor to look." Wen Xiao’ai’s face flushed, her voice choked with sobs.
Although unsure what exactly was happening, in such an embarrassingly intimate place, if she were bleeding to death, she still wouldn’t want anyone else to see.
"... I know." Jun Moyan’s expression was somewhat unnatural.
"Am I going to die?" Wen Xiao’ai’s lips quivered, her voice pitiful.
"I don’t want to lose another life. Reviving is unbearable, and this way of dying is so embarrassing. If all my blood dries up, can I still be revived? If I come back to life without any blood, will I survive? What if I can’t make it, I can’t bear to leave you." Wen Xiao’ai’s fear grew, and her tears turned into sobs. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net