Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 808: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (21)

Song Yuesheng's eyelids felt heavy with sleepiness and he soon fell into a deep sleep.

Compared with her "peaceful years", Xu Yanheng was on the verge of collapse.

His slender fingers trembled as they touched her cheek, and the cold touch under his fingertips made his heart stop.

How come the person who was talking to him just a second ago suddenly...

"Shengsheng?" His voice trembled. He carefully turned her face and kissed her pale lips gently.

There was no response, only suffocating silence.

His fingertips searched eagerly for her pulse, but froze when they touched her slender wrist.

It was eerily quiet in there; not even the faintest beat could be felt.

What frightened him even more was that her body temperature was dropping at a rate visible to the naked eye, and her skin was gradually turning an unnatural pale blue.

"This joke is not funny at all..." Xu Yanheng's voice was hoarse, and his fingers tightened unconsciously, leaving a few red marks on her wrist, "Get up quickly..."

The only sound in the room was his rapid breathing.

"Don't scare me..." Xu Yanheng's voice suddenly choked, his eyes reddened, "I, I'll listen to you..."

A fishy-sweet taste surged in his throat, and he tasted the blood from his bitten lip.

"I won't bother you anymore... I won't disturb your sleep... I was wrong... I'm a bastard..."

The hot tears hit her cold cheek, leaving a trail of water marks.

He rubbed her gradually stiffening fingers in vain, as if this could inject vitality back into her body.

"I was wrong... I really know I was wrong..." He pressed his forehead against hers, his voice broken, "Shengsheng, please get up soon... I beg you..."

But reason cruelly reminded him - as the descendant of a medical family, as a doctor who had experienced countless life and death situations, he knew better than anyone else...

This is no joke.

she really...

Really...

The sky was just beginning to turn pale, and the villa area was so quiet in the morning mist that one could hear the sound of dewdrops falling from the leaves.

A black Mercedes Benz slammed to a stop in front of the iron gate, and the tires made a harsh sound as they rubbed against the ground.

"Sir, this is it." The driver reported respectfully.

"Wait here." Si Shu ordered coldly, taking off his sunglasses with his slender fingers, revealing a pair of sinister eyes.

He stared at the European-style villa in front of him, with a sarcastic arc at the corner of his lips.

"They hid her at home, and yet they pretended to be human and said they didn't know where she went."

He pulled a silver key from his inside suit pocket.

This is the universal lock opener that I got from my big brother's laboratory. With a slight turn, the door lock opens.

With the help of the morning light, Si Shu could see the interior furnishings clearly without turning on the lights.

Sudden.

A suppressed sob came from upstairs, like a blunt knife stabbing into his heart.

Hey!

Si Shu cursed softly, rushed up the stairs in two steps, and followed the sound to the bedroom at the end of the corridor.

He raised his leg and kicked hard. The solid wooden door groaned under the heavy weight and burst open.

The scene before him made Si Shu's pupils shrink suddenly.

Xu Yanheng was shirtless, holding Song Yuesheng, who was also naked, with empty eyes.

Her pale body was covered with ambiguous bruises, and her swollen lips were slightly open, but there was no sign of breathing.

"What the hell did you do to her?!" Si Shu's furious fist smashed heavily on the handsome face with the sound of wind.

One punch, two punches...

Blood oozed from the corner of Xu Yanheng's mouth, but he seemed not to feel any pain.

"You want to get seriously injured by my hand?" Si Shu suddenly stopped, keenly aware of something unusual, "So that she will feel bad?"

Xu Yanheng pulled the corners of his cracked mouth, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing: "I hope so... Si Shu, you are too late, she is gone."

Si Shu's body swayed slightly, he glanced at Song Yuesheng who was lying on the bed, and then returned to his cynical look.

"I've taken the person away. Since you want to repent..." He sneered, "Why not just go down and accompany her."

It would be better if he died, so that no one could compete with him.

He wrapped Song Yuesheng's cold body with a wool blanket with disdain, but his movements were so gentle as if he was treating a fragile treasure.

When he picked her up, Si Shu froze for a moment.

This body is ridiculously light.

"Alright, Shengsheng," Si Shu couldn't wait to whisper to the person in his arms as soon as they reached the first floor, "Don't be angry, I've already taught him a lesson for you."

He tightened his arms, "I haven't told you a word of your secret, come back with me, okay?"

no respond.

There was only the rustle of the curtains in the morning breeze.

Si Shu smacked his lips irritably: "How did that bastard provoke you?"

Seeing that there was still no movement, he sighed helplessly: "It's up to you, you can wake up whenever you want." He lowered his head and rubbed her cold forehead, "But don't make me wait too long... I don't have a good patience."

But Song Yuesheng fell asleep.

And because the body was taken away, the soul could not help but float along.

She was completely unaware of this farce.

**

The morning light shone through the gauze curtains, casting mottled shadows on the wooden floor. Xu Yanheng sat alone on the edge of the messy bed, looking blankly in the direction where Si Shu had left.

He should be angry and should chase after Shengsheng and take her back.

But the emotions surging in my chest at this moment were like a frozen volcano, not even a spark could burst out.

——Because she is no longer here.

In a way that nothing he had ever learned in his life could explain.

Xu Yanheng raised his hand mechanically, the last bit of warmth from her skin still lingering on his fingertips.

There were no external injuries, no signs of poisoning, and the pulse disappeared without any warning.

This went against all medical common sense, it was like... it was like she didn't belong in this world.

Once this absurd idea came into being, it grew wildly.

"Ah."

Xu Yanheng suddenly covered his face and laughed quietly. The laughter seemed to be squeezed out from his broken chest. Tears seeped out from between his fingers. "Shengsheng, you left so abruptly. Did you ever think of me..."

He staggered to the closet and took out a moon-white new Chinese-style shirt - the one he had seen her wear for the first time in Jishidiang.

When changing clothes, the cuff of her sleeve brushed against the bite mark on her collarbone, which was left by her when she was aroused last night.

A pale face was reflected in the dressing mirror.

Xu Yanheng looked at his scarlet eyes in the mirror and suddenly found it ridiculous.

They were intimate with each other not long ago, but now they didn't even have the chance to say goodbye.

The fruit knife shone coldly in the morning light.

When the sharp blade cut across his wrist artery, he actually felt relieved.

Warm blood flowed down the pale wrist and formed a dark red stream on the floor.

In the severe pain, he vaguely saw Shengsheng standing at the intersection of light and shadow, still looking lazy as when they first met, turning the pair of plain glasses he gave her on her fingertips.

“Shengsheng…” He stretched out his hand towards the phantom, “So…will you come back?”

When Aunt Liu pushed open the door of the villa carrying the thermos bucket, she immediately noticed something unusual.

At this time of day, the kitchen would always be filled with the aroma of coffee, but today it was eerily quiet.

"Miss Song?" She called tentatively, but smelled a faint smell of rust.

Following the smell upstairs, the old nanny's legs suddenly felt weak.

Young Master Xu leaned against the blood-stained bedside table, the cuffs of his moon-white shirt soaked with blood.

His pale lips were slightly open, as if he was still calling a name, and Miss Song, who was supposed to be in the guest room, disappeared without even taking a coat.

When the emergency call was connected, Aunt Liu realized that her hands were shaking so much that she couldn't even press the numbers correctly.

"Hello, 120..."