Yè Chéng stared intently at the tribulation clouds, his eyes filled with nervousness and anticipation. As time passed, the tribulation clouds gradually began to dissipate, and Yè Chéng's mood grew increasingly complex.
When the last wisp of tribulation clouds vanished into the sky, Yè Chéng let out a deep sigh of relief. He knew then that Jī Jiǔjiǔ actually liked him. The Twin Blood Pact was formed! And he resolutely...
In the beginning, it was only because if Jī Jiǔjiǔ died, his own strength would be greatly weakened due to the blood pact. This would put him at a disadvantage against any intruders. Later, during their interactions, he gradually became attracted to Jī Jiǔjiǔ's inner self. It was like a moth drawn to a flame.
“Huh? Yè Chéng?” Jī Jiǔjiǔ woke up to find herself lying in an unfamiliar environment, a faint, subtle fragrance filling the air. She blinked, trying to focus on her surroundings, but her vision was a little blurry. When she could finally see clearly, she realized she was lying on a somewhat hard bed, covered by a thin blanket. Sitting by the bedside was a tall figure—it was Yè Chéng.
Yè Chéng sat quietly by the bed, his gaze on her gentle, as if waiting for her to wake. A faint smile graced his lips, exuding an immeasurable warmth. Looking at Yè Chéng, Jī Jiǔjiǔ felt a strange sensation welling up in her heart; it seemed this man had become somewhat different.
“Jiǔjiǔ, how are you? Does anything feel uncomfortable?” Seeing that Jī Jiǔjiǔ had woken up, Yè Chéng quickly stood and walked to the bedside. He gently took her hand and asked with concern. His voice carried a hint of nervousness and worry, as if he feared Jī Jiǔjiǔ might have a problem.
Yè Chéng's tone momentarily dazed Jī Jiǔjiǔ. She had never heard him speak to her like this before and was momentarily at a loss for what to do. She tried to clear her head, carefully observing Yè Chéng's expression, wondering if something was wrong with him. However, Yè Chéng’s eyes held only overflowing concern and affection? There was nothing unusual.
“Mm… I’m fine,” Jī Jiǔjiǔ replied softly. She noticed her voice had become hoarse, her throat a little dry. She recalled what had happened before. “You saved me? Are you alright?” Jī Jiǔjiǔ swallowed. That lightning tribulation, as thick as a water tank. If it had struck my small body, I would have ascended on the spot.
Hearing Jī Jiǔjiǔ’s answer, Yè Chéng breathed a sigh of relief. He gently stroked Jī Jiǔjiǔ's hair and said softly, “I’m fine, just get some rest. If you need anything, just tell me.”
“Wait, Yè Chéng, why are you acting so strange today?” Yè Chéng sat by the bed, turned to look at Jī Jiǔjiǔ, the corners of his mouth curving upwards slightly in a mysterious smile. “What’s strange about me? Haven’t I always treated you well?”
Jī Jiǔjiǔ’s eyes widened, too surprised to speak. Was this still the aloof Yè Chéng? How had he suddenly become so gentle and considerate?
“Ahem, Yè Chéng, you haven’t been body snatched, have you?” Jī Jiǔjiǔ couldn't help but ask. After hearing this, Yè Chéng replied, “I am still me. However, I’ve found that I like you more and more.” Hearing this, Jī Jiǔjiǔ’s cheeks instantly flushed, and her heart ached for a moment.
“Jiǔjiǔ, what’s wrong?” Yè Chéng noticed Jī Jiǔjiǔ frowned, confusion in her eyes. He quickly supported her, slowly channeling Chaos Divine Power to examine her condition.
“I…” Before Jī Jiǔjiǔ could finish speaking, she fainted.