lance was cold and couldn't help coughing a few times. But it was so late, and she didn't want to bother the housekeeper, "The second young master should be asleep, I can just go to my room directly....Chapter 701: Fainting

After saying this, Tang Yucheng pulled her hand again and lightly kissed the back of her hand.

Finally, he straightened his body, turned around, and left the room without looking back.

He was afraid that if he hesitated for a second, or turned back, he would become stubborn and stay put, impossible to drag him out.

As he stepped out, he casually shut the door but didn't latch it properly. Instead, he left a sliver of space open, allowing him to hear what was happening inside the room.

Inside the room

An Xiaotu was already tormented by addiction and couldn't think straight, so naturally she didn't pay attention to whether the door was closed.

While Yisheng merely cast a faint glance back at the door, choosing to act as if he knew nothing.

Outside the room

Tang Yucheng stood like a statue at the door, listening to the suppressed and pained sounds coming from inside the room. His whole body was tense, like a bowstring pulled to its limit. If it were stretched any tighter, it would snap. His handsome face was frighteningly cold, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.

An Xiaotu, trapped within the room, was clearly suffering from the torment of drug withdrawal. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead.

For the first time, I felt like every second was agonizingly long.

It felt like a century had passed.

A splitting headache came on suddenly, Tang Yucheng's cold eyes narrowed, his brows furrowed tightly. Fragments of images flashed through his mind, disjointed yet intensely impactful.

Immediately afterward, the headache intensified, as if his skull was about to explode. At the same time, a searing pain ripped through his chest. Tang Yucheng's vision darkened, and he almost fainted.

He propped himself up against the wall, gasping for air for several seconds before managing a labored breath.

He turned, his back against the cold wall.

Within seconds, his pajamas were soaked with cold sweat. The perspiration ran down his cheeks and onto his chin, dripping onto the floor.

Close your eyes and recall the images that just flashed through your mind.

A letter, with an address written on it.

Following the screen's turn, he saw her tied up in a dilapidated room with explosives strapped all over her body. In the next frame, he saw those explosives explode instantly, and then he saw himself shooting a bewitching man.

Later, he saw in the painting himself standing on the rubble of the apartment building, destroyed by explosives. He could feel his own heart in the painting, shattering along with the ruins.

The images flooding his mind weren't coherent. As the scene shifted, he saw his third brother telling their mother that the bloodstains on the fabric were from the rabbit, then...

The impact of those scenes was too great, coupled with Tang Yucheng's already unstable mental state, causing him to momentarily lose his grasp on reality versus memory.

He wanted to say something, but his throat felt like it was being squeezed tightly by something. He opened his mouth, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out two words, “Little Rabbit…”

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes welled up instantly, tears mingling with the sweat on his face, slowly trickling down; his tall and straight body leaning against the wall seemed to droop like fallen leaves, slowly sliding down.

Those scenes of ruins emanating a heavy sense of despair, the cruel conversation between his third brother and his mother, kept replaying in his mind, stimulating his psychological defenses over and over again. Just as he was about to completely collapse, more images flooded his mind.

Unable to withstand the onslaught, Tang Yucheng felt a sharp pain in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

My vision went black, and my body crashed to the floor of the hallway.

……

When Yisheng came out of the room, she saw Tang Yucheng collapsed in the corridor with a small puddle of blood on the floor. Her heart skipped a beat.

Heart thought: What is this villa's maid doing She doesn't even know the master has fainted.

Then he remembered Tang Yucheng's previous order to the housekeeper, forbidding anyone from stepping onto the second floor without his command.

Therefore, it was normal for no one to find him collapsed in the hallway on the second floor.

Composing himself, he hurried to check on Tang Yucheng's condition.

There's nothing seriously wrong with his body. As for vomiting blood, it's most likely due to excessive worry about An An, a result of overthinking; with Tang Yucheng's condition, a few days of medication will do the trick and he'll be fine.

Taking a deep breath, Yi Sheng finally managed to lift him up. After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately chose to carry the unconscious Tang Yucheng back to his room.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, An Xiaotuo, who was lying weakly in bed, turned her head and saw Yisheng helping Tang Yucheng walk in. She immediately asked anxiously, "Yisheng, what's wrong with Yucheng"

"He probably fainted from worrying too much about you," Yisheng explained calmly, "But he's fine, don't worry."

An Xiaotu obviously didn't believe Yi Sheng's words. She was worried about her, worried to the point of fainting

She struggled to get up from the bed, her pale face etched with fear and anxiety. Her voice trembled as she asked, "Yisong, is Yucheng really alright"

"It's really okay, I just vomited some blood. I'll just need to drink some medicine for a few days. You don't have to worry too much, An An." Yisheng comforted.

Lay Tang Yucheng down on the bed and pull the blanket over him.

An Xiaotu saw that his face was pale, with beads of sweat on his forehead, lips tightly pressed together, and a faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. His eyebrows were furrowed, as if he was still in great pain even in a coma.

"Yi Sheng...he..." She was terrified, her words tumbling out incoherently. Her heart was racing wildly.

I want to ask Yisheng, is he really okay I can't believe I just asked that a moment ago.

I want to ask him how he fell unconscious Yisheng just said that it was because he was too worried about her...

An Xiaotu found herself speechless and didn't know what to say.

"An An, I said he's fine and he really is fine. Are you not even willing to believe me Do you think I'm lying to you" Her body was still too weak, Yi Sheng didn't want her to overthink things.

"No, I believe you." An Xiaotu shook her head in denial.

She was just too worried about him.

"Don't just dwell on this alone and overthink things. If there's something wrong, let's talk about it tomorrow." Yisheng urged again, "I'll stay here tonight."

An Xiaotu thought for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Hmm."

"Lie down and cover yourself with the blanket," he commanded, his tone slightly forceful. After she obediently covered herself, he added, "Goodnight!"

"Good night," she whispered.

After Yi Sheng went out, An Xiaotu carefully climbed up and reached out to touch his forehead that had a thin layer of sweat. Perhaps because he was sweating, his forehead felt a little cool.

Just beside the bed was a clean towel. She picked it up and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Her body was still weak. After wiping the sweat from his brow, she didn't force herself to stay strong either. She slowly lay down beside him, her hands tightly clasped around the warm, big palm under the blanket.

With my eyes closed, I couldn't sleep. I just didn't want the tears to fall.suddenly felt like something sour was very appealing. 。Tang Yucheng pushed her hand away, a pungent sourness swirling in his nostrils. He said expressionlessly, "If it's good, eat more." 。“An Xiaotu’...