One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

With a huge combat bag on her, Lisa climbed up higher.

One bothrops coiled itself around a twig, which drooped from its heavy weight.

It seemed to have smelled something captivating. Its triangular head was aloft as its vertical pupils narrowed murderously.

A long dark shadow assaulted her immediately after.

Her hand moved swiftly to grab the snake's throat. The light arch of her brow seemed to suggest that she was unhappy at its sneak attack.

The snake opened its mouth wide open and revealed its sharp fangs when she reached out to touch its head.

Her cold eyes narrowed as she looked at the snake in the face before she tore it apart with her bare hands. Its blood splattered on the ground as it was dumped on the grass, attracting a swarm of ants.

She plucked some ripe, wild fruit from the tree and handed them to the twins.

"Eat."

Little Yichen glanced at her before reaching for the fruit in her hand. He rubbed it on his shirt to remove the dew and mud and then took a bite.

It tasted sour, bitter, and tart.

A sudden frown warped his features.

Youyou also bit on the fruit. It was so sour that his eyes shut tightly; the taste was indescribable.

The girl sat beside him, took a bite of the wild fruit, and swallowed it nonchalantly.

She was physically exhausted. Coupled with the high-intensity combat, her stomach was long empty. Hence, she had to pluck some wild fruit along the way to fill her stomach.

"What time is it now?" asked the younger boy.

The girl promptly answered as she looked up at the sky. "5 AM."

"We'll have to hurry." He got to his feet. "We must reach the rendezvous point before 10 AM."

"I'll give you a piggyback." His brother stepped forward.

He waved his hand dismissively in reply. "No need! I can walk on my own."

With that, he stubbornly held up his tired body and walked ahead.

Filled with heartache, the older twin rushed forward and carefully guarded his side.

…

In the hospital ward.

Because Mu Wanrou was shot in the abdomen, after an intense operation and she was out of danger, she was put into a ward to be observed.

At this moment, she quietly lay in bed with tubes all over her body. Her face was ghastly pale and she was still unconscious.

At dawn, her eyelids trembled and she woke up in a daze.

The moment her eyes opened, though, she was frightened by the dark figure quietly sitting at her bedside.

With the person's back to the window, she could not see his appearance clearly. She could only feel the cold air emanating from him.

Her shriek broke the long silence in the ward.

"AHHH!"

The light flickered on the next second, lighting up the ward.

Mu Lianjue's blank face came into view.

She flinched when she finally identified the person sitting by the bed and sighed in relief thereafter. His overcast look frightened her so much that her heart skipped a beat and she felt a little stifled.

She had no idea how long she was unconscious. Despite her being in a trance after being pulled out of her critical condition, she inevitably felt nervous upon seeing his sullen face.

What happened?

What was with his look? What exactly happened?

The man opened his mouth. "Hmph. You're finally awake!"

She was unconscious for a whole day and night.