1110 Paranoid And Sick

Sheng Yang fiddled with it for a while. Her hand stroked her cherry lips, and her eyes were filled with interest.

Tsk, an expert had stolen her account.

Interesting. It had been a long time since she had encountered such a strange person.

The progress had reached 80%, and her eyes flickered with determination. She was confident that in another 10 minutes, she would be able to get her account back!

Suddenly, there was the sound of wind chimes. Sheng Yang raised her eyebrows. Yi Juncheng was back and would arrive soon.

She stood up and walked straight through the living room toward the hallway.

Yi Juncheng was changing his shoes. He was wearing a formal suit and a tie. He looked like a professional when he went out during the day. His hair was combed back, and his peach blossom eyes were naturally affectionate.

He was usually dressed casually, and Sheng Yang was already very attracted to him. Now, he looked like a workaholic, which was her favorite image of him. She placed a finger on her pulse, and sure enough, her heart was beating too fast, but she didn’t show it on her face.

“You can entertain yourself for a while. I still have something to do.” She turned around and was about to walk into the study when she suddenly paused. She turned around and quickly walked toward him. She reached out and felt his pulse. She suddenly pulled him over. “Yi Juncheng, you’ve been poisoned!”

Although there was no sign of it on his face and he was not dispirited, based on a doctor’s intuition and her current judgment, she was certain that he had been poisoned.

The man hugged her and sat down on the soft sofa. He smiled playfully. “Oh, really?”

Sheng Yang looked at him in shock. It was impossible for him not to notice.

Could it be… Her heart suddenly tightened. Was it related to the bounty posted on the black market?

Someone had given him a slow poison to gradually ruin him? That person was hiding in the Hall of One Man’s Rule too.

Sheng Yang’s preliminary diagnosis didn’t confirm what poison it was, so she was about to investigate again when Yi Juncheng suddenly retracted his wrist lazily as if he was playing with her.

“…Yi Juncheng, don’t joke about your health.”

Yi Juncheng lifted her chin with ease. “You care about me.”

His tone was firm, and the expression on his face was satisfied and happy.

If he hadn’t been poisoned, Yangyang would have gone into the study long ago.

He stared at her, his gaze sliding down to her lips. “Yangyang, you know that after experiencing countless life and death situations, my mentality can’t be that normal.”

Sheng Yang pursed her lips. Indeed, although Yi Juncheng looked so cynical, he was actually paranoid.

He would never give up until he achieved his goal, so he had long gotten used to mortality.

“I’ve always cherished my life after being with you, so don’t worry. I won’t die. I know my limits.”

Sheng Yang was speechless. She said softly, “Do you know who poisoned you?”

Yi Juncheng avoided the topic with ease. He placed her on the pillow on the sofa and kissed her with his thin lips again and again, making her eyes hazy as if she was drunk.

“That doesn’t matter.”

She pushed his chest away, her breathing unstable. She had to warn him. “Mr. Yi, there’s a knife to your head.”

“Mrs. Yi, you’re covered in knives. I want one too.”

She was covered in sweat. It was already three in the morning. When Sheng Yang came back from taking a shower, she realized that her hacked account, which she was just about to recover, had been locked again with several challenges.

“…”