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Chapter 132 Chang Ji Xiting Sunset, Intoxicated and No Return (48)

He didn't like Yan Ran saying other people's names and the word "no" out of his mouth. Jealousy is a poisonous snake that devours people's hearts. He used that kind of gentle and compassionate tone to call her Your Majesty affectionately, and then forced her to promise never to run away again.

He pinched her ankle again and stroked it carefully. The lonely part seemed to be broken if he exerted a little force. The man's palm was like a chain.

The more Yan Ran trembled with fear, the more excited he became, as if falling into a terrible mood of intoxication and frenzy, he became more and more excessive and out of control.
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At night, Yan Ran fell ill and felt hot all over.

Xiao Ci hugged the man in his arms, and ordered the imperial doctor to come quickly with an urgent tone that he didn't know.

The imperial physician hurried over, Yan Ran's face was flushed with heat, and he breathed less and breathed more.

When he stepped forward to check, Xiao Ci looked at him coldly. After removing the disguise, he seemed to be full of hostility.

The imperial doctor exhausted all his strength to control his hands from shaking. The man in front of him was obviously kind-hearted and had a kind face, but that kind of eyes made people shudder.

After taking the pulse, the imperial physician was about to speak to break the weird atmosphere, but when his eyes fell on Yan Ran's exposed neck, he lost his voice.

Even though he was used to the dirty things in the palace, he couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw such a scene.

The thin white and tender neck is as slender and graceful as a swan.

At this moment, it is covered with red and terrifying traces in bits and pieces.

The imperial physician only felt that he had seen something he shouldn't have seen, so he staggered a step unsteadily, lowered his eyes to cover the panic in his eyes, trembling, he couldn't say a word, "Your Majesty, she..."

Of course Xiao Ci was keenly aware of it, his eyes darkened, suppressing the unhappiness and gloom in his heart, and said coldly: "What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

When I checked just now, I found that Yan Ran's Qi and blood were weak, and his pulse was disordered. In addition, he suffered from the wind and cold, and his condition worsened.

The imperial physician lowered his head and explained truthfully: "Your Majesty's inner qi and blood are stagnant, depression can't be stretched, and he suffered from the cold at night. If you want to get rid of the root cause, your majesty's mentality is the most important thing. You must not be stimulated again, otherwise..."

The imperial physician's words were harsh to Xiao Ci's ears, his brows were deeply furrowed, exuding a chill that made people dare not approach, "This little illness can't be cured, what's the use of keeping you?"

The imperial physician had a pale face, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and dared not speak, because it was obvious that now was not a good time to prescribe medicine, and the more he talked, it would only bring disaster. The wink is still there.

Xiao Ci suddenly became furious unexpectedly: "If it can't be cured, you will all be buried with me!"

As soon as these words came out, the imperial doctor's eyes went dark, and he almost fainted from the shock.

Yan Ran's pale cheeks were stained with a sickly red cloud, and the long and elegant branches of bluegrass cast a faint shadow on her side face.

As if disturbed by the man's noisy voice, he opened his eyes in a daze, and vaguely saw Xiao Ci's frightening expression of anger.

She thought, why is Xiao Ci so angry?

Isn't that what he wanted? .
Yan Ran's illness was so severe that he fell into a coma for a whole day, and the temperature on his body didn't drop. It was like a stove, and it was hot to the touch.

In a half-dream and half-awake state, someone gently lifted her up and poured warm water into her mouth. Not only that, but she also felt something slippery.

Strong and unreasonable, greedy and unsatisfied.

Yan Ran had a dream, it was all a nightmare, the dream was grotesque and grotesque, many pictures appeared, some were beautiful, some were painful, and in the end they all turned into blood.

She couldn't even tell whether the dream was real or not. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free from this weird and bloody dream.

The dream was so painful, Yan Ran couldn't help crying, the tears were very violent, she shrugged her shoulders, trembling her eyelashes, tightly grasping the quilt with her hands, exerting force on her knuckles, her fingertips turned a little bluish white.

Then, she fell into a firm yet warm embrace.

But she didn't feel the warmth of this embrace at all, only felt the smell of blood getting stronger and stronger.

She seemed to be falling slowly into an abyss, with darkness all around.

Someone softly comforted him in his ear, very gentle and patient.

But Yan Ran just wanted to escape, not only couldn't control the tears, but shed more fiercely.

Xiao Ci, as if he couldn't feel her pain, tied her tightly in his arms, and murmured, "What kind of nightmare did you have, why did you cry like this?"

He was so gentle and helpless, like treating a helpless child.

Yan Ran couldn't answer his question.

It's just that the tears were a little too hot, making the man's fingers curl up.
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When Yan Ran woke up, she was in a trance.

For a moment, she thought she had already died once.

The throat was hot, and it burst open due to thirst, and every mouthful swallowed was filled with the smell of blood.

In the blurred vision, there was a tall shadow standing beside her.

The other party stretched out his hand, stroking her face with rough fingers, the snow-white flesh was incredibly delicate, soft and tender, and she couldn't help shrinking back when being touched.

Because the man was behind the light, Yan Ran couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but felt that this movement was extremely familiar.

Yan Ran opened his mouth, the voice in his throat was hoarse and weak, and he could hardly hear himself.

"...Brother Xiaoyu..."

Her ink-like hair stuck to her face, a little bit of soft black, and her skin was as clear and white as ice and snow.

The man paused, stiff as a rock.

Yan Ran didn't realize it yet, she even took the initiative to stretch her face over obediently, and rubbed against the man's generous and rough palm, like a kitten wanting to be pitied.

The voice is small, thin, and full of dependence.

"...Brother Xiao Yu."

This is an emotion that has never been shown in front of Xiao Ci, and it is just shown in front of other men without any precautions.

Xiao Ci took a deep breath, looked at the pale and thin man, and desperately suppressed his emotions, his hand was stiff and did not withdraw, but at that moment just now, the unstoppable jealousy and pain in his chest entangled his heart like vines , bringing up bursts of boredom, which made him almost unable to hide it any longer.

At that moment, Yan Ran didn't see that Xiao Ci's face was gloomy and terrifying.

Yan Ran was still shouting, shouting.

He already regarded Xiao Ci in front of him as Ye Yu.

"Brother Xiaoyu...don't leave me..."

"They all bully me..."

Xiao Ci's face was expressionless, but the veins on his neck bulged out horribly, and his eyes were fierce and cold.

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(End of this chapter)