You are planning something evil: Don’t come here, my yandere disciple.

Later that night, Jiang Suiwan's fever became more and more serious. He lay on the bed and curled up uncomfortably.

Shen Qi prepared the medicine, walked in, and called him softly: "Master? Take the medicine."

Jiang Suiwan didn't respond, frowning, his white Adam's apple was wet with sweat, and his clothes were disheveled. Her long black hair was spread out, with a few messy strands sticking to her cheeks, making her face paler and paler. Her whole person was as fragile as a piece of fragile porcelain, with only the cheekbones glowing with a sickly flush, which showed through. A breathtaking beauty.

Such a master... is pale and fragile, completely different from his usual gentle and distant appearance.

And it’s great that only he can see such a master.

Shen Qi stared at him, his eyes full of heartache and fascination.

Seeing Jiang Suiwan's unresponsiveness, Shen Qi approached him, lifted him up and let him lean into his arms, then took the medicine and fed him.

The dark concoction exuded a strange bitter smell. Jiang Suiwan, who was in a coma, immediately frowned and turned his head after smelling it.

Ouch, it stinks! what? It smells bad.

Shen Qi raised his eyebrows slightly and coaxed him in a funny way: "Master, good medicine tastes bitter."

Jiang Suiwan unconsciously noticed that someone was holding a spoon and bringing something smelly to his mouth. He was so frightened that he turned his head quickly, but the bitter thing followed closely, as if it would not stop until it entered his mouth. Yes, Jiang Suiwan was already feeling very uncomfortable and had a splitting headache, so now he felt even more uncomfortable.

He was extremely sad. Who wanted to harm him?

Jiang Suiwan muttered in a daze to express his refusal: "Take it away, I won't drink it..." As he said this, he turned his head aggrievedly and buried his head in Shen Qi's neck, trying to avoid it.

Some familiar fragrance enveloped him in an instant, suppressing the strange bitter smell. Jiang Suiwan's frown relaxed a little, and finally there was no longer that unpleasant smell.

Shen Qi felt distressed and funny when he heard his vague rejection. He was about to speak to coax him, but he suddenly froze, his heart beating like a drum.

Because his master suddenly buried his head in the side of his neck.

Shen Qi froze, and an unspeakable emotion suddenly surged into his heart. He couldn't tell whether the emotion was ecstasy and distress, a dark and paranoid desire for exclusivity, or an uncontrollable infatuated love.

His heartbeat was so fast that he felt like he was about to break free from the constraints of his chest and jump out. Under such intense emotions, his whole body could not restrain himself from trembling, and even the hand holding the medicine bowl was trembling slightly.

The twisted and paranoid possessiveness that arose at an unknown time, and the dark thought of wanting the master to only look at him, kept growing and stacking up. In the past, he had not realized that the emotion was wrong. It was not a respected master at all. The emotions a righteous disciple should have towards his master.

The suppressed and burning desire and inexplicable emotions in his heart suddenly became clear - why he longed to be with Master forever, why he wanted to destroy everyone or anything close to Master, and why he looked at Master Smiling at him will make him have the illusion of wanting to bite the Master...

All these weird thoughts and impulses are not at all because he is simply dependent on his master, nor is it because of the teething period of the dragon clan. He just simply likes his master.

He likes Master, wants Master, wants to hide Master and trap him in his arms forever, only look at him and be gentle to him.

It turns out I like it.

"Master, drink the medicine, okay? Otherwise, this disciple will do the following." No one responded to his coaxing threats. Shen Qi lowered his eyes and stared at Jiang Suiwan, his eyes dim and unclear. After a long time, he chuckled. After a moment, the small mole on the thin eyelids revealed the charming beauty.

"Master, I'm offended." He smiled gently, but those beautiful eyes were filled with creepy paranoid obsession.

Shen Qi picked up the bowl of medicine and took a sip. He put down the medicine bowl, gently held Jiang Suiwan's chin and leaned over.