Seeing Yan Xinxin burying her head, her entire figure soaked and looking utterly miserable, Xiao Yize’s heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly rushed to her side.
Touching the surface of her burning skin, Xiao Yize finally understood what was going on.
"Don’t touch me. Get out—"
Yan Xinxin raised her hand weakly, pushing Xiao Yize away.
She already knew what situation she was in now; under no circumstances could she be alone with Xiao Yize!
"Xinxin, I’ll take you to the hospital, don’t be afraid!"
"No, I don’t want to go to the hospital. It’s so hot... If I take a cold shower, it will be fine. Don’t worry about me, Master, just leave..."
Yan Xinxin staggered as she stood up, her soaked dress clinging tightly to her slender and graceful figure. That enchanting silhouette suddenly entered Xiao Yize’s line of sight.
His heartbeat quickened, yet he immediately turned around, his back facing Yan Xinxin.
He absolutely couldn’t look.
Xiao Yize clenched his fists, his sword-like brows tightly furrowed.
"Xinxin, don’t be afraid. I’ll go find Chuxi right away. As long as he’s here, you’ll be fine!"
After saying this, Xiao Yize ran straight for the door.
As the door was opened, Xiao Yize saw Xiao Yiran limping in.
Furious, he reached out and grabbed Xiao Yiran by the collar.
"It was you, wasn’t it? Why can’t you stop being so vile!"
"Xiao Yize, are you out of your mind? I’m your brother! Let me go!"
Xiao Yiran struggled fiercely, his face contorted in rage.
A sudden and forceful kick landed squarely on Xiao Yiran’s waist, sending him flying several meters away. Follow current novᴇls on n0velfire.net
A chilling wave penetrated him from head to toe, flooding his limbs and bones. Mo Chuxi’s sharp and icy figure swept past his pitiful form with the swiftness of the wind.
Mo Chuxi was too pressed for time to waste further energy punishing Xiao Yiran. Striding quickly, he headed toward the room.
"She’s in the bathroom, feeling awful. Hurry inside, she needs you!"
Xiao Yize emphasized urgently as he spoke.
Mo Chuxi’s long brows furrowed tightly, his merciless and murderous gaze slicing through Xiao Yiran before swiftly stepping into the room.
The sound of gushing water continued unabated from the bathroom.
With long strides, Mo Chuxi entered the bathroom and was stunned at the sight of Yan Xinxin entirely submerged in the bathtub!
Her eyes were closed, her flushed little face sank under the transparent water, bubbles ceaselessly escaping from her nose and mouth, while her dainty, furrowed brows spoke of enduring pain and torment.
Although she should have felt hot, she now hugged her arms tightly, looking as though she was freezing.
Mo Chuxi was jolted back to consciousness and rushed to the bathtub, scooping out the soaked Yan Xinxin in a single motion.
Yan Xinxin’s eyes abruptly opened, her delicate little face and long lashes were covered in glistening drops of water.
She stared blankly with crimson, wet eyes, as though searching for something.
"Yan Xinxin! Xinxin! How are you?"
Startled by the voice, Yan Xinxin paused for a moment, then slowly lifted her head as if awakening. Her round, damp eyes fixed on the man whose expression was filled with worry.
"Brother Xi, you’re here. I knew it—you would definitely come to rescue me..."
Yan Xinxin murmured, reaching out with both arms to encircle Mo Chuxi’s neck, as her head rested securely against his chest.
"Brother Xi, Yuan, I miss you so much..."
Her soft, delicate voice carried a childlike innocence that hit Mo Chuxi like a lightning strike in the depths of his heart!
His deep, shocked eyes widened as he looked down at the fragile young woman in his arms.
"Yan Xinxin, what did you call me?"
Yan Xinxin suddenly smiled shyly, childlike, and hugged Mo Chuxi even tighter.
"Silly, you’re Yuan’s Brother Xi..."