Pan Shulin, seeing Cheng Bai like this, a flash of calculation passed through his eyes. He quickly spoke up: "Brother Bai, let me go in with you. You haven't eaten anything. Actually, today I made a whole table of dishes for you, they're right inside. I also prepared wine."
"Mm." Pan Shulin's eyes lit up. He pulled Cheng Bai into the house, saying: "I prepared excellent wine. We can still eat if we heat up the dishes."
He pulled Cheng Bai all the way into the room where the food and wine were set out, only to find the wine had been drunk, and even the food showed signs of having been eaten from.
Pan Shulin was greatly shocked: "This…"
Cheng Bai looked at the scene, gave a wry twist of his lips, and said, "It seems no valuables are missing from the house, but the food has been eaten. Most likely some hungry passerby came in and helped themselves."
He then said to Pan Shulin: "Young Master Pan, you see, the wine is finished, the food has been eaten… You should head back early, it's almost dawn…"
"Mmm…"
A very soft hum suddenly came from inside the room, as if someone sleeping restlessly uttered a dissatisfied murmur…
Cheng Bai was startled and quickly stood up to go investigate inside the room.
He saw a beastman, completely naked, sitting on his bed. That person's gaze was sharp, glaring fiercely towards the outside, the wariness and hostility in his eyes very clear.
Seeing someone come in, he grabbed the quilt nearby and covered the person inside with it. That person, now covered, only formed a very small mound under the quilt, seeming to have a small frame…
"Yuan Heng?" Cheng Bai was astonished: "What are you doing here?"
Cheng Bai's gaze swept over Yuan Heng's body. The beastman looked like he was in a post-coital state, sweat staining his lean torso, his long hair sticking to his body.
"You…" Cheng Bai was stunned, then looked towards the lump under the quilt.
That person was covered tightly, only the face above the nose exposed. His eyes were tightly shut, seeming extremely fatigued, showing no signs of waking at all. Moreover, the corners of that person's eyes were tinged with red, looking utterly ravished…
Although only half of that person's face was visible, Cheng Bai still recognized him…
It was the little delicate one he had waited for all night, who never came…
Cheng Bai's mind seemed to shatter; a thread of reason within him snapped completely: "You... you and that little delicate one... you... on my bed..."
Pan Shulin, who had entered later, covered his mouth in surprise… and looked at Cheng Bai.
Cheng Bai's eyes were completely red. He glared at Yuan Heng, gritting his teeth, fierce as if he wanted to fight Yuan Heng to the death.
"He's still my betrothed ger!" Cheng Bai squeezed these words out from between his teeth, let out a roar, directly transformed into a white fox, and pounced towards Yuan Heng.
"…" Yuan Heng, seeing this, immediately quickly threw on his clothes, gathered the person on the bed along with the quilt into his arms, and jumped out the window to escape.
Cheng Bai, eyes red with rage, gave chase.
Pan Shulin, lips trembling, pulled his attendant and also ran after them.
Yuan Heng carried Wang Jin back to the pavilion. During this period, most of the people in the pavilion had been sent by Wang Jin to manage the clothing store. Returning now, the pavilion was very quiet. Fortunately, he met Uncle Shan at the entrance.
Yuan Heng hurried forward and said: "Uncle Shan, quickly find a healer. The ger seems to have a fever."
"What! The young master is sick!" Uncle Shan was greatly alarmed. He looked at the person in Yuan Heng's arms; that person was wrapped in a quilt, his face flushed with an abnormal redness. Uncle Shan reached out to touch him, his forehead was burning hot. Startled, he quickly said: "Quickly take the young master inside to lie down. I'll go right now."
"Alright." Yuan Heng had only taken two steps when Cheng Bai vaulted over the wall and roared at Yuan Heng: "Yuan Heng!"
"Young Master Cheng?" Uncle Shan was taken aback: "Why are you here?"
"Why am I here?" Cheng Bai strode towards Yuan Heng, gritting his teeth as he said: "I came to settle a score."
Uncle Shan, seeing Cheng Bai's unfriendly expression, quickly blocked his path: "Young Master Cheng, whatever it is, we can talk about it later. You are faster on your feet. Could you please help me find a healer? The young master has a fever."
"What!" The little delicate one is sick?
Cheng Bai's heart clenched. The overwhelming fury turned into threads of pity. He glared at Yuan Heng for a moment, clenched his fists tightly, and turned away without a word.
"…" Only then did Yuan Heng resume his steps, carrying the person in his arms back to the bed, and dressing the person on the bed.
Last night… he had lost control… He had gone too far.
Yuan Heng held Wang Jin self-reproachfully. Wang Jin's face was flushed with an abnormal redness, but his lips were frighteningly pale.
Just now, he and Cheng Bai had made quite a commotion, yet this person showed no signs of waking at all.
"You little ger, usually when I tell you to take more tonic medicine, you never listen." Although he was scolding the unconscious person, the man's self-blame and worry were impossible to hide.
"Healer, please go take a look." Not long after, Cheng Bai walked in, pulling a healer whose clothes were in disarray.
As soon as he entered and saw Yuan Heng holding Wang Jin, his face immediately darkened.
He stepped forward, pulled Yuan Heng to his feet, pushed the healer over, and dragged Yuan Heng out the door.
Yuan Heng's face turned cold. He directly brushed off the hand on his head and was about to walk back inside.
Cheng Bai directly bared his sharp claws and lunged at Yuan Heng. Yuan Heng easily dodged, his light-colored pupils tinged with displeasure as he looked at Cheng Bai: "You can't beat me."
"Then we'll put it to the test!" Cheng Bai, furious, charged forward with gritted teeth.
Suddenly, a man's voice rang out, halting both of them in their tracks.
"What are you two doing?"
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