Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Yin Xiuyu didn't know why Yan Ze insisted on taking her away, and she couldn't go back or contact A Li by herself. She was anxious and angry.

"Take me back. Ali will be anxious and sad if he finds out I'm missing."

"No."

Yan Ze answered simply.

"Master Yan, just send me back..."

"..."

"Yan Ze! If you don't send me back..."

No matter whether Yin Xiuyu begged softly or threatened angrily, Yan Ze had only one answer - no.

Yin Xiuyu's lips were almost worn out by talking, but all she got was the clean water bag he handed over and some dry food to fill her stomach.

This way, it seems like you have made plans to live abroad for a long time.

Yin Xiuyu stared at the meat pie in her hand with hatred, knowing that she would never be let go.

She bit her lip, drank some water, ate the still warm meat pie, and then ignored him.

She had thought about deliberately starving herself so that Yan Ze would let her go, but if it didn't work, it would be a waste of time.

Yin Xiuyu would never do that. She wanted to take good care of her body and be safe and sound when she saw A Li so as not to make him worry.

But she ate the food Yan Ze handed to her, and after finishing her meal, she ignored him.

Yin Xiuyu stood up and walked several steps towards the campfire until she reached the diagonal position farthest from him, then sat down.

If Yan Ze wanted to move with her, she would continue to move to the side and not sit with him for a while.

Yan Ze wanted to talk to her, but she remained silent and sulked alone.

He could only look at Yin Xiuyu across from him through the firelight.

The delicate woman was squatting with her knees hugged stubbornly, her cheeks puffed up and flickering fire in her eyes, like a child throwing a tantrum.

Yan Ze just watched and felt a peace in his heart that he had never felt before.

He looked for a long time, until he felt something strange in his body, then he looked away.

Yan Ze separated a small strand of spiritual power from his body, and slowly climbed onto Yin Xiuyu's body along the wind, taking care of her safety on his behalf.

Afterwards, he leaned back, pressed against a big tree behind him, and closed his eyes slightly.

These days, his body's spiritual power is recovering, but the nightly blood drawing and the suppression of the demon world have left him with many sequelae.

The pills that the Demon Lord left for him and Ling Qiaoyue are blood-replenishing pills, which can ensure that they will not die from excessive blood loss later.

This is enough for Ling Qiaoyue, but for Yan Ze, the blood-replenishing properties alone are not enough.

Every drop of his blood and essence carries the spiritual power stored in his body during his cultivation. When the blood and essence flow out of his body, the spiritual power in it will also flow out.

Therefore, the more powerful the sacrifice, the better it can nourish Yin Xiuyu's body.

The pill replenished his lost blood but failed to replenish his lost spiritual energy, causing him some irreparable sequelae.

It happens every night.

That's it now.

Yan Ze only felt his limbs were cold and his face was pale, as if he was on an iceberg, and the snow water was freezing into his bones through his skin.

He couldn't even control his body and kept shaking and trembling.

Yan Ze leaned his head against the tree and tilted it to the side. The firelight and his long hair hid his disheveled face.

As the night grew darker, my body's reaction became more intense.

Yan Ze bit his lips hard, not wanting to reveal himself in such an embarrassing state in front of the woman he loved.

But in the end, consciousness became increasingly blurred.

He couldn't control his instincts, his body curled up, his lips trembling slightly, and he uttered a few words that seemed vague and clear:

"Miss Yin...Yin Xiuyu...Xiuyu..."

"Little fish..."

"Little fish..."

In the end, they all became intimate "little fish".

The name "Xiao Yu" is Yin Xiuyu's nickname, and it is also the only thing left in her brief memory of her parents.

In her hazy memory, she seemed to hear a gentle female voice teasing the man next to her:

"I loved eating fish so much when I was pregnant with my baby, so why not let her nickname be Xiaoyu."

Yin Xiuyu kept this hazy picture in her mind and would only allow people close to her to call her that.

Ever since her parents passed away, only Mu Li would call her like this.

Yan Ze had heard this name before and had been jealous of Miao Li countless times.

He could call her "Xiao Yu" affectionately and casually, but he could only try it silently in his mind.

Now that his consciousness was blurred and without restraint, his brain automatically obeyed his subconscious mind and called that name over and over again, calling the person whose name alone could make him feel warm.

Yin Xiuyu originally buried her head in her knees and closed her eyes to rest, but she kept hearing faint sounds in her ears.

Listening carefully, I seemed to be able to hear that someone was calling my name.

This is even more frightening.

Yin Xiuyu closed her eyes for a long time, but she couldn't help it, so she opened her eyes and looked in the direction of Yan Ze.

From her perspective, Yan Ze was leaning against a big tree, seemingly asleep.

The sound was still intermittent, and Yin Xiuyu didn't care about the anger she had felt before. She held the water bag and the coat covering her body and groped her way over little by little.

She thought that as long as she was a little closer to him, it wouldn't be a sign that she wasn't angry.

Comforting herself in her heart, Yin Xiuyu moved forward step by step.

Finally, she stood in front of Yan Ze, and when she found out that the person who kept calling her name was him, her expression became very complicated.

She bit her lower lip, felt embarrassed and annoyed, and turned to leave.

Before leaving, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that there seemed to be something wrong with his body.

After hesitating for a while, Yin Xiuyu was still worried and turned back to check on him.

"Yan Ze? Yan Ze?"

She called twice, but no one answered.

She took two steps closer to him, squatted down, and brushed away the hair that was covering his face.

This scene was very similar to when they first met.

The only difference was that at that time, Yan Ze was conscious and grabbed Yin Xiuyu when she reached out her hand.

This time, he was like a lamb to be slaughtered, standing still and letting Yin Xiuyu do whatever she wanted.

"what!"

Pushing aside the hair that was blocking her view, Yin Xiuyu saw his current appearance clearly and couldn't help but exclaim.

He looked so pitiful.

Her face was pale, her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes seemed covered with frost, and her lips were trembling.

Because of constantly calling her name, his lips became dry and pale.

'Is he ill?'

Yin Xiuyu bit her lip and thought.

Seeing him like this, she couldn't even remember whether she was angry or not.

She stood up, placed the water bag next to the stone next to the campfire, and picked up some firewood nearby and threw it into the campfire to make the fire burn more vigorously.

After a while, Yin Xiuyu took the water bag back, and the water inside had become warm.

She opened the lid, put the mouth of the water bag close to Yan Ze's lips, and lifted it up with a little force, allowing the water inside to slowly enter his mouth.