The Young Matriarch

Chapter 252: Chapter 252 I Want to Sleep with You
 

A wave of indescribable agony surged from her heart, racing crazily through her veins to strike the deepest part of her heart. Bai Chuwei’s normally rosy complexion turned deathly pale in an instant, and her breathing accelerated sharply.

Duan Feihan and Duan Xiuqi rushed towards Bai Chuwei at the same time.

A flicker of barely detectable tension flashed quickly through Duan Feihan’s eyes, “What’s wrong with you?”

Xue Qiu leapt from the marble table and landed directly onto Duan Xiuqi’s head, rudely turning Duan Xiuqi’s carefully styled black hair into a messy chicken’s nest. “Old Ancestor, I’ll avenge you!”

Duan Xiuqi’s face turned black with anger, but he did not do anything to what might be Bai Chuwei’s pet hamster. He pulled Xue Qiu off his head decisively, emptied the fruit basket on the table, flipped it over to cover Xue Qiu, and pressed a set of teaware on top of the basket, trapping Xue Qiu inside, no matter how much it scratched to get out.

Bai Chuwei gasped for air, instinctively reaching for the medicine bottle.

She hesitated, then turned sharply to look at Duan Feihan, who stood nearby with concern, giving no chance for a response, she threw herself into his arms, clutching tightly and refusing to let go.

Duan Feihan’s body stiffened. He was wearing loose home clothes, and the fabric was thin. The heat from her face, the warmth of her breath, lips, and teeth permeated through the fabric onto his skin, undeniably stirring a ripple within him.

A pair of eyes in the hall stared straight at them, Duan Xiuqi’s face turning visibly darker.

Duan Feihan’s breathing remained steady as he grasped Bai Chuwei’s wrist firmly and asked in a low voice, “Are you having an attack? Where’s the medicine? I’ll find it for you.”

Duan Feihan knew Bai Chuwei had always been searching for the Spiritual Medicine but was unaware of her specific condition. Seeing her now, it seemed she was having an outbreak.

Duan Feihan attempted to pull her away to look for medicine in the small bag she carried with her.

Bai Chuwei clung tightly to his waist, burying her face against his heaving chest.

Delicious!

Truly delicious!

So delicious!

Bai Chuwei’s finger lightly prodded Duan Feihan’s waist, lifting a corner of his home clothes, touching the skin at his waist. The cool touch of her fingertips sent signals of ambiguous intent through his muscles.

The next moment… Duan Feihan suddenly heard a voice in his mind, “Hanhan, I want to sleep with you tonight.”

Duan Feihan: “???”

What on earth was she saying?

Duan Feihan’s hand trembled, forcibly pulling Bai Chuwei away and looking towards the others.

The expressions on the faces of the others were hard to describe, but it seemed that no one else had heard Bai Chuwei’s statement.

Only he had heard it, as if she had told him personally.

Duan Xingye watched for a while and silently felt… it was truly thrilling.

Weiwei was indeed formidable, daring to take liberties with his Fourth Uncle in front of his grandfather.

They had merely embraced, yet why did it feel as if they had gone through a great battle?

Or were his thoughts slightly depraved?

Bai Chuwei felt the pain in her heart recede like a tide, and she was all better again.

Tsk—Duan Feihan was indeed much more effective than any medicine.

Old Master Duan was quite seriously impacted, taking a deep breath with the aid of his walking stick. His aged voice asked, “Miss Bai, are you alright?”

Bai Chuwei, her eyes unwavering, lifted the corners of her lips, “Oh yes, I am quite well now.”

Her eyes sparkled bright, as if filled with thousands of stars.

Duan Xiuqi’s heart sank gradually.

From the beginning to the end, Bai Chu never looked at him with such eyes.