Leng Qianye came to Qianxue's room alone. Today is Qianxue's birthday. He just wants to quietly celebrate Qianxue's birthday.

He was in a state of irritation, took off his coat and threw it on the ground. The wound on his right shoulder was already cracked after the fierce battle. Otherwise, how could he not catch up with Yichen? The blood was soaked out of his white shirt

It looks like a charming blood-colored rose.

Leng Qianye didn't know why he blocked the bullet for Mo Feixue. The situation was urgent at the time, so he didn't have time to think too much, and his body made a decision earlier than his heart.

He used to buy birthday gifts for Qianxue every year, but today he forgot about Mo Feixue.

Qianxue is sorry, there are too many things happening today. Can you make up for your birthday gift next year?

Qianxue, why do you think Mo Feixue wants to leave me?

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It was already two days later that Mo Feixue woke up again. Aunt Feng had been trying to come in to see Mo Feixue, but was stopped by Leng Qianye. No one could come in except Leng Qianye.

"Mo Feixue, you are finally awake." A cold voice came from the bed. Even if Mo Feixue didn't look at it, he knew that this person was Leng Qianye.

Mo Feixue didn't say anything. She couldn't speak, so she couldn't open her mouth.

The left arm has swelled, but the pain of dislocating the arm seems to be continuing. Mo Feixue doesn't know if Leng Qianye has applied medicine to her left arm. Maybe he is letting her die.

Yichen was injured, and I don’t know how he was doing. Niannian was used to living there.

"I'm thirsty." Mo Feixue said two words in a difficult manner. Since Leng Qianye did not let her die, she should not abuse herself.

"Okay, I'll feed you." Leng Qianye did not show surprise at Mo Feixue's obedient attitude, and the joy on his face was replaced by indifference in a blink of an eye.

"Open your mouth." Leng Qianye brought a glass of water to feed Mo Feixue to drink.

Mo Feixue opened her lips gently and drank all the water in the water cup. She was really thirsty.

He picked up the pillow on the head of the bed and put it behind Mo Feixue, letting her sit up comfortably against the head of the bed, and then asked, "Are you hungry, what do you want to eat?"

"I want to drink porridge." Before she could drink enough of the glass of water just now, Mo Feixue wanted to eat some light food.

"Okay." Leng Qianye turned around and left the room.

Mo Feixue was surprised. Is this still Leng Qianye she usually knew? Why is he so easy to talk to today? Isn’t he going to pursue his escape? No, this is too different from Leng Qianye’s personality.

Not long after, Leng Qianye came in with a bowl of porridge. Mo Feixue looked behind Leng Qianye, and there was no one behind him.

"Can I see Aunt Feng?" She treated Aunt Feng like that in order to escape. Mo Feixue wanted to apologize to Aunt Feng in person and ask for her forgiveness.

"No." Leng Qianye refused and was brittle.

Mo Feixue smiled bitterly. Is he imprisoning himself? And the house he imprisoned was even smaller, so he didn't let her meet anyone. But now does she have a choice? Maybe she signed with Leng Qianye.

She had no choice in that contract, and she drank the whole bowl of porridge silently.

"Don't you want to know about Yichen?" Leng Qianye asked calmly.

The bowl in Mo Feixue's hand fell onto the quilt. Of course she wanted to know, but could she ask?

"Will you tell me?" Mo Feixue looked up at Leng Qianye. His facial features were still so delicate, but his expression was very calm, as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

"Yichen is still in the hospital for rescue. It seems that he was injured that day and he had shed so much blood again. You said..." Leng Qianye came to Mo Feixue, "You said he still

Can you live?"

Mo Feixue's mind was full of Yichen's rescue and no one was left in the mood to answer Leng Qianye's words.

"Mo Feixue, do you love him, right? That's why you risk your life to inform him."

A black mobile phone was thrown on the quilt. It was Leng Qianye's cell phone before, and it was the one she hid under the flower pot. Mo Feixue looked at the phone tightly, and her already pale face turned pale as white as snow.

He knew, it turned out that the paper still couldn't contain the fire, so why didn't he look angry? He just fed her water and asked her to drink porridge. Shouldn't he be so angry that he wanted to kill people, right?

"You kill me." Mo Feixue closed her eyes. She believed that Yichen would not die. As long as Yichen did not die, Niannian would live well. She wanted to survive, but Leng Qianye would give it to him.

Does she have a chance?

Leng Qianye's mood changed without fluctuation. He picked up the bowl on the quilt and looked up and down, and said lightly: "Did you feel your muscles are paralyzed and your hands and feet cannot exert force?"

Mo Feixue was stunned. She couldn't understand what Leng Qianye said. What does it mean to be paralyzed by muscles and unable to exert force on hands and feet?

In order to verify Leng Qianye's words, she specially picked up the phone in front of her, but it seemed that her fingers were out of control and she used it with a little force. Finally, the phone was grabbed by her fingertips and fell on the quilt. She tried it

The results were the same several times, and she couldn't even pick up a small cell phone.

"Why? Why do I have no strength?" She looked at her hands in panic, muttering to herself, while also questioning Leng Qianye.

"Because I gave medicine to the porridge you just drank." Leng Qianye replied arrogantly.

"Medicine? What medicine?" She looked at Leng Qianye in disbelief.

"It is the toxin extracted from deep sea water, lion's mane water. The toxins in the mother's body can paralyze the muscles. The medicines made by extracting this toxin can be used to limit people's ability to move freely. Taking it for a long time will cause muscles to become numb.

Atrophy and loss of mobility. Of course, if the dose is too heavy, it will cause suffocation and heart attacks, but don’t worry, I have prepared the ingredients well and will not let you die.”

Leng Qianye's words were steady and low, and there was no sense of emotion in his tone, but like the thunder blew out of the sky, it almost broke Mo Feixue's spirit apart.

Poison, Leng Qianye actually poisoned the porridge he drank. What exactly did he want to do?

The long-depressed emotions erupted in an atmosphere of anger and fear. Mo Feixue looked at Leng Qianye's handsome face and shouted: "Leng Qianye, what do you want to do? If you want to use drugs to control me, I'm better

Just kill me and give me some fun.”

Leng Qianye shook his head and said slowly: "Mo Feixue, death is easy for you, but I don't want you to die. What I want is very simple. Since your heart is on Yichen, then

Leave your body to me.”
Chapter completed!