After forcibly taking the blood of the sick and delicate prince to continue his life

Chapter 80 Yue Huan, I volunteer

Author: Yu Yuan Guiyu

Chapter 80 Yue Huan, I volunteer

Jiang Qi's expression changed, and it was too late to hide it.

Yan Qi pulled off the blood-stained bandage and looked at the deep and shallow stab wounds, old and new.

Tears suddenly rolled down and hit Jiang Qi's wrist one by one.

Jiang Qi's palms trembled slightly and he looked at Yue Huan stiffly.

she cried?

"What exactly is going on?"

Yan Qi choked and wanted to touch the injury on Jiang Qi's wrist, but his trembling fingertips did not dare to touch it.

Didn't she drink Jiang Qi's blood?

Why do we have to slit our wrists, and why do we have so many new injuries?

"Yue Huan..."

Seeing Yue Huan's tears, Jiang Qi's throat felt as if there was a ball of cotton stuck in his throat, and he called her name hoarsely.

The blood on his wrist continued to flow, and Yan Qi curled up into a ball, clutching his heart tightly, and cried out in pain.

"ah--"

She sobbed and cried like a trapped animal.

Jiang Qi's eyes flashed with pain, thinking it was Yue Huan's heart pain getting worse.

He hurriedly pulled her into his arms, put his bleeding wrist to her lips, and said urgently: "Yue Huan, drink."

"Maybe it will work!"

This sentence directly stimulated Yan Qi's nerves. She cried and pushed Jiang Qi away with red eyes, "Go away!"

Yan Qi's voice was sharp, and she looked at Jiang Qi, who had a dark face, with tears in her eyes:

"Stay away from me! I said I don't want to drink your blood!"

"Why? Why do you have to give me drinks again and again?!"

Yan Qi is going crazy. If she doesn't understand those scars, her life will be in vain.

She self-righteously thought that every illness she had survived was actually Jiang Qi's blood that saved her.

Wen Mo said that her illness could not be suppressed by medication.

Temporary suppression can lead to recurrence of the disease.

She also sneered that Wen Mo was not good at medicine, but in fact she was the complete fool!

"Who is it? Who is forcing you?!"

"...Is my father the emperor or Canglan?"

Apart from them, Yan Qi couldn't think of anyone else who would let Jiang Qi continue to do such a thing.

"No one forces me!"

Jiang Qi approached Yue Huan, raised his hand to wipe away her tears, and repeated in a low voice: "Yue Huan, no one is forcing me."

"I volunteered."

Yan Qi's tears fell even more fiercely. How could he do it voluntarily?

He was forced to come to Yuezhi, forced to donate blood to Yue Huan, and forced to lose the dignity of the prince.

How could it be voluntary?

"Did someone threaten you?"

"Did my father arrange someone around me?" That made you dare not leave easily?

Yan Qi always wanted to ask, but she couldn't get the answer from Yi Qi, but her intuition told her that Jiang Qi must know something.

Jiang Qi sighed softly, took out a clean handkerchief and carefully wiped Yue Huan's tears, "Stop crying."

"No one forced me, and no one threatened me."

Jiang Qi automatically ignored the second question, and then looked at her pretty face.

Pointing to his heart, he asked her:

"Do you still feel pain here?"

Yan Qi was stunned, what?

Was he even listening to what she was saying...

Suddenly, Yan Qi touched his heart, and it really didn't hurt anymore.

She didn't notice it at all.

Yan Qi looked blankly into Jiang Qi's eyes and shook his head: "...it doesn't hurt anymore."

Jiang Qi breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

She was asked to drink blood, but she resisted.

If it still hurts, he will have to use special methods...

Jiang Qi took out a new bandage and bandaged his wound, successfully diverting Yue Huan's attention.

Yan Qi slowly moved back to Jiang Qi, grabbed the bandage in Jiang Qi's hand, and said hoarsely: "I'll help you."

Jiang Qi saw the pain in Yue Huan's eyes and rubbed her hair, "It doesn't hurt, don't be sad."

Yan Qi remained silent as he carefully applied the medicine on his wound and tied the bandage carefully.

"Jiang Qi, can you please leave me alone."

Jiang Qi froze, "What does this mean?"

Yan Qi bent his knees, hugged him with both hands, and then looked at Jiang Qi aside with a calm expression.

"Jiang Qi, I'm dying."

"I'm destined not to live to be twenty, so don't waste your blood."

"I... hurt you before, but I won't do it again."

"Jiang Qi, you are free."

Jiang Qi looked at Yue Huan's calm eyes, and suddenly felt a little scared. He always felt that he would let Yue Huan continue talking.

What she said would definitely tear out his heart.

He still didn't want to listen.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qi stood up suddenly and almost ran away:

"Are you hungry? I'm going to buy food."

"Jiang Qi——!"

Yan Qi shouted anxiously, but he couldn't get Jiang Qi to turn around.

Yan Qi watched Jiang Qi's disappearing figure and slowly fell onto the bed.

She covered her heart. How could this happen?

She had clearly told Cang Lan not to take Jiang Qi's blood, so why did he lie to her?

So, did she drink his blood while she was unconscious?

So last night...

She was also smart enough to hide it from Jiang Qi.

But it turns out he knows everything.

Yan Qi smiled foolishly, and the tears that had just been held back flowed down again.

After Jiang Qi left the room, his eyes darkened slightly. When did it start?

He was so scared and afraid to leave Yue Huan's side.

she says--

Jiang Qi, you are free.

Isn't this what he has been trying to obtain for five years in great embarrassment?

How could he run away...

After a while, Jiang Qi brought the food and returned to the room, looking at Yue Huan curled up in a ball on the bed, with only Yue Huan's head above her head.

Jiang Qi stepped lightly, walked to the bed and sat down, gently tugging on the quilt, "Aren't you bored?"

"Get up and eat."

Yan Qi opened the quilt, her red and swollen eyes were completely gone, and she looked straight at Jiang Qi who was looking down at her.

Jiang Qi met Yue Huan's silent gaze, silently holding her hand and helping her up.

Gently help her tidy up her sleep-messed hair and loose pearls.

Yan Qi let him do more and more skillful movements.

She had just carefully explored Jiang Qi's emotional line. In the original book, he indeed hated Yue Huan to the core, otherwise he would not have tortured the already sick Yue Huan to death.

So why are you so gentle and delicate now to someone you should hate to the core?

Also, why do you need to cut blood to save her?

Isn't it him who wants her to die the most?

"Jiang Qi, are you..."

Yan Qi wanted to ask something, but looking at Jiang Qi's dark eyes, she couldn't say anything.

"That's all, let's eat."

Yan Qi took the lead and walked away from Jiang Qi to sit down at the dining table.

Jiang Qi stretched out his hand to pull, but paused.

He looked at Yue Huan's back, a hint of sinister paranoia gradually appeared in his dim eyes.

Yan Qi arranged Jiang Qi's bowls and chopsticks neatly, placed them on the other side, and then asked, "Where are we?"

She rested in the carriage all the way, and when she got off the carriage, she experienced this again. She really didn't know where she was.

"Pingyang."

"We will arrive in Suzhou tomorrow."

Jiang Qi calmed down his emotions and sat next to Yan Qi.

Yan Qi nodded when he heard this. It was almost time to arrive. Her health had delayed her journey a lot along the way.

I don’t know how Yue Jue is doing in East Antarctica, or whether he has received the message she sent him.

Yan Qi looked at the exquisite dishes in front of her, took a chopstick and looked at the fragrant and spicy stir-fried yellow beef. She always felt that her mouth was tasteless.

It's so uncomfortable.

After a while, Yan Qi paused.

She picked up several other dishes and tried them one by one, with the same result.

Jiang Qi noticed something strange about her and turned a little pale: "...What's wrong?"

Yan Qi looked at Jiang Qi absentmindedly.

She couldn't taste the food anymore.

(End of chapter)