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While driving, Yan Junge was distractedly observing Zhang Yiyan's condition. The latter's eyes were closed tightly, as if he was asleep. Apart from his pale face, there was no other problem.

Most of the time we passed by on the road today. The car drove into Tianyuan Waterfront. It was already dark. Zhang Yiyan seemed to be aware of it and moved slightly.

When the car stopped, Yan Junge immediately got out of the car, opened the passenger door, unbuckled his seat belt, wrapped him in a down jacket, and said softly, "Yiyan, we're home, I'll carry you in."

Zhang Yiyan clenched his teeth tightly and nodded slightly. The next moment, he was picked up directly. It was very light, but it was very heavy in Yan Junge's heart. He lowered his head and rubbed his forehead with his chin, and then took a big step forward. Go to the elevator.

Soon they reached the top floor. Yan Junge bent his legs to support the buttocks of the person in his arms. He held the person in his arms with one hand and opened the door with his free hand. He went all the way to Zhang Yiyan's room and carefully put the person on the bed.

After covering himself with the quilt, Yan Junge ran outside to find a thermometer. He didn't have a fever, then he squatted aside and asked, "Yiyan, how do you feel?"

He shook his head to indicate that he was fine.

"Okay, then you rest, I'll be outside."

nod.

"Okay, I'll go out first."

After tucking in the quilt, Yan Junge turned his head three times and walked out the door.

When the door closed, Zhang Yiyan finally opened his eyes, his pupils appeared, and his four pupils turned twice like cameras.

"Hmm~"

With a painful groan, Zhang Yiyan jumped out of bed and opened the bathroom door.

"Pfft~~"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the blood splattered, staining the bathroom red. On the floor, on the mirror, in the sink, no one was spared.

Zhang Yiyan immediately sat cross-legged and meditated with his eyes closed, silently reciting the mantra, and commanded the Nanxian Zun Guo to bring peace and harmony to the longevity veins and blood.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally opened my eyes, glanced at the blood on the ground, and frowned.

He stretched out his hand to hold on to the edge of the wash basin, used the strength to stand up, and looked at himself in the mirror. His face was pale, the corners of his mouth were stained with blood, and his four pupils were filled with indescribable sadness.

If I really want to fulfill my wish, I will not live to be 20 years old.

No, no, I will never compromise.

He squeezed the edge of the wash basin tightly and thought about the next countermeasures.

His ears twitched slightly, and he heard the sound of opening the door. His eyes flashed, and he quickly closed the bathroom door and turned on the faucet.

"Yiyan, are you okay? Your phone keeps ringing." Hearing the sound of water flowing, Yan Junge walked forward, a little worried.

In the bathroom next to the door, Zhang Yiyan wiped the blood from his face and said, "It's okay. I'll call you back later."

"Okay, I'll make some soup, and you can come out and drink it after you've rested." Yan Junge frowned slightly as he looked at the call from Uncle Remarks.

"it is good."

In the bathroom, Zhang Yiyan took a few breaths, took off his clothes and threw them into the laundry basket. Looking at himself in the mirror, he held his breath and rolled his eyes quickly, and finally returned to normal.

He raised his right hand and caressed the black energy on his chest, and thought seriously about how to get Yang energy from Yan Junge. He stepped out of the bathroom, dug out the box, found the pill bottle inside, poured out a red pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

As he breathed, the burning pain in his chest slowly eased, and the rising blood was suppressed.

There's only one left...

Go back to the bathroom, wash up, rinse the blood stains in the bathroom, then come out and put on clean pajamas.

Picking up the phone, there were seven or eight missed calls, all from my uncle. With a little fingertip, the person on the other end answered the call almost instantly, "How are you, baby? Are you okay?"

"I sense something is wrong with your body, what happened?"

Zhang Yiyan curled his lips and smiled, "I just handled the case and it was a bit expensive, but it's fine now."

Zhang Tianming breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You must put yourself first in everything, and don't show off. Everything goes well for your master and I. I will go back when the medicine is collected."

"it is good."

Zhang Tianming gave many more instructions before reluctantly hanging up the phone.

Throwing the phone on the bed, Zhang Yiyan thought about how to inhale Yan Junge's yang energy. He flipped the index and middle fingers of his right hand over, and a silver needle appeared, and the corners of his lips slowly raised.

After leaving the door, he saw Yan Junge standing in the kitchen making a phone call, and the casserole on the stove beside him made a beeping sound.

Seeing Zhang Yiyan, he quickly hung up the phone and stepped out, a little worried, "Why don't you lie down for a while, is it cold or not? Hey, his face doesn't look good, add another piece of clothing, why don't you wear any shoes?" "

After thinking a lot, Zhang Yiyan squeezed the silver needle tightly and shook his head with a smile. He seemed to care about him very much, so it might be okay to tell him directly.

Suddenly, with a light body, Yan Junge picked him up, walked to the sofa and put him down gently, and quickly picked up a blanket to cover him.

The big hand squeezed his foot through the blanket, and the corners of his lips raised slightly, "If you don't wear shoes, aren't your little feet cold?"

Zhang Yiyan sat up straight, and the two of them came closer. He slowly slid his right hand and raised his eyebrows slightly with a smile, "Stay closer to me."

"Gudong."

His Adam's apple rolled, he swallowed, and after a few seconds he said, "Okay..."

Not sure if he was nervous or something else, Yan Junge raised his hand to support the edge of the sofa and moved forward. His hand slipped and his body sank suddenly due to inertia.

The two of them were so close that due to the accident, they collided directly with Zhang Yiyan below. The moment their lips met, Zhang Yiyan turned his right hand and put away the silver needle. When he raised his hand to help Yan Junge up, he took a deep breath.

Zhang Yiyan frowned slightly and bumped his teeth, which hurt a little.

The whole process was estimated to take no more than three seconds. Yan Junge was pushed away. Only then did he react. He suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth. His ears were red. But when he saw Zhang Yiyan's red lips, he was embarrassed and wanted to find a way out. .

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh why did I hit my tooth? It's fatal. It's so embarrassing.

"I, what, I'm going to take a look at the soup."

Yan Junge almost ran away. Zhang Yiyan looked at his hurried back and fell into deep thought. Could it be that he thought kissing a man was disgusting?

But if you want to absorb Yang Qi, it is inevitable that your lips will touch each other.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the silver needle held in his right hand, hoping to stun him and suck out his yang energy later.

While thinking, Yan Junge came over again, holding a bottle of ice pack, his voice was trembling, "Yiyan, I'm sorry just now, your mouth is swollen."

"Use this as a cold compress." What did he do to almost ruin such a beautiful mouth?

After all, I am so much older than him, how could I be so reckless? Now I have to try my best to restore my image and restore my image.

Zhang Yiyan lowered his head slightly. Hearing this, he raised his hand and touched his upper lip lightly. Sure enough, it was a little swollen. He took the ice pack, put it to his lips, and sighed silently in his heart.

That's all, I'll stab him unconscious in the future and then secretly absorb the yang energy.