"Ugh... wait... wait, Xiao Huan..."
On the beach, as Yan Huan's body grew increasingly feverish, the fear on Ye Shiyu's face intensified.
Her eyes unfocused, she watched the approaching hotel as if in a battle within herself, holding onto Yan Huan more tightly.
It was like taking a socially anxious cat out of the house, only for the cat to become startled and pant with its mouth open, clinging to you while nervously glancing at the scenery ahead...
"No... no, Xiao Huan..."
Listening to Ye Shiyu's fearful refusal, Yan Huan finally came back to his senses bit by bit.
He instinctively glanced back at the phone hanging behind him, seemingly yet to connect.
He couldn't help but think:
If he really did that with Ye Shiyu now, not considering An Le and Hitomi, how could he explain himself to Aunt Ye?
Especially since he had just been teleported here, and they must be anxiously searching...
If he were to...
He might not be able to until late at night...
"..."
