Ye Huaran was still unconscious, still in a coma.
For some reason, Xie Yubai found himself unable to break free from her grip.
Xie Yubai's gaze had to once again fall on the small hand holding onto him.
It was indeed a small hand.
The clenched fist was very small, and the exposed wrist was also very slender.
The skin of the fingers and the back of the hand were all slightly red, but compared to that, the exposed wrist appeared even whiter and more dazzling.
Xie Yubai suspected that with just a little force, he could break the other person's wrist bone.
"Aisin Gioro Dongzhu, who do you think I am?"
Xie Yubai's hand gripped Ye Huaran's chin, and his dark eyes were tinged with red.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough—"
Perhaps it was the force of Xie Yubai's hand, which caused pain to Ye Huaran, and she suddenly coughed violently in her unconscious state.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough—"
Ye Huaran coughed violently, as if she wanted to cough up her heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, tears even trickling from the corners of her eyes.
The glimmering tears in Ye Huaran's eyes stung Xie Yubai's eyes, as if he suddenly snapped out of some kind of trance, and abruptly let go of the hand holding her chin.
Ye Huaran was coughing too hard.
Xie Yubai's eyes reddened, his brows showing a struggling expression, and in the end, he raised his hand and quickly took a blue-and-white porcelain teapot from the table, pouring a cup of water and handing it to Ye Huaran's lips.
The tea inside had long gone cold.
Ye Huaran seemed to be very thirsty.
She drank all the tea poured by Xie Yubai in one gulp.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough—" Drinking too fast, she started coughing again.
Xie Yubai's gaze fell on the small hand gripping his wrist, with an indescribable mockery in his eyes. Only the instinct for survival would make her willing to be so close to him.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough—"
Ye Huaran was still coughing violently, her small face blackened by the smoke, showing a hint of redness.
Xie Yubai squeezed the bones of the cup tightly, for a moment, closed his eyes fiercely, as if compromising with himself.
Putting the cup back on the table, Xie Yubai's jaw tightened, his eyes fierce, but the force of the large hand on Ye Huaran's back was extremely light, almost negligible.
Outside the carriage, hearing the sound of her lady coughing like she was dying, Biyuan wanted to rush to the carriage to see what was going on. Every time, however, she was firmly stopped by Ningxiang, who whispered in her ear, her voice low and stern, "Is Xie Yubai's reputation as the 'Demon of the Business World' just for show? Do you think Xie Yubai's mood isn't bad enough now, and you want to go in and add fuel to the fire, fearing that he won't blame Miss for this?!"
Biyuan was so angry that she stomped her feet, but she didn't dare to take the risk of involving Miss, so she bit her lip tightly, her face turning red with anger.
Perhaps Xie Yubai's comfort had worked, or perhaps it was the cup of water, but in any case, Ye Huaran finally stopped coughing so violently.
The person in his arms fell into a coma again, lying in his arms, the tightly knitted brows gradually relaxing, as if just sleeping.
How strange.
Clearly on the way here, he had planned it all out. Ye Huaran had openly defied the imperial decree and dared to elope with a wild man. If she were caught by him, she would definitely be worse than dead.
Heh.
Now the person consumed by jealousy and anger was him.
A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.
Xie Yubai's eyes darkened, and he drew a dagger from his waist.
The dagger with a delicate water pattern, "Qinggang," shimmered with a chilling light under the dim light.
The neck was so slender, so fragile, so fragile that he didn't even need to exert much force, and she would never have a chance to wake up again.
Xie Yubai: What I can't have, I'd rather destroy, and no one else will get it!
(End of this chapter)