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Just as Le Yao Yao was filled with confusion, the man continued to cheer joyfully, spinning her around in the room.
Although the man was in high spirits at that moment, Le Yao Yao felt anything but happy.
Her body was already feeling unwell, and now being tossed around like this only made her stomach churn even more.
She felt a wave of nausea rising from her throat, and her little face turned completely green.
Quickly, she covered her mouth with one hand and began to pat the excited man with the other, signaling him to put her down because she was about to be sick!
However, by the time the man understood her meaning, it was already too late—
"Ugh..."
Unable to hold it back any longer, Le Yao Yao vomited uncontrollably.
She had no idea how long she had been unconscious, nor did she know where the contents of her stomach had gone in her digestive system, so she didn't throw up much.
However, since it came from her stomach, one could imagine how unpleasant and foul it was.
Even Le Yao Yao couldn't help but wrinkle her nose at the smell.
Once she finished painfully vomiting, she lifted her pale face in shock to see where it had landed—on the man's broad chest.
Looking at the milky white bile on his bright red robe, Le Yao Yao's already pale face turned even whiter than paper.
Inside, she was silently screaming, it's over, it's over, she... she... she actually vomited all over this devil!?
Although she had never witnessed the man's ruthless methods firsthand, she knew quite a bit about the things he had done.
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Just three months ago, there was the Heart Extraction Incident.
It happened because his wife had passed away. In his desperation to bring her back to life, he ordered his subordinates to dig out the hearts of innocent girls and take their blood!
For the sake of one person, he was willing to kill a hundred innocent women. One could only imagine how cruel, twisted, and selfish he was!
Thus, Le Yao Yao was even more terrified of this man before her than she had been of the living hell she had initially feared.
Now, seeing that she had actually vomited all over this devil, Le Yao Yao felt a loud 'bang' in her mind as it went blank. A chill ran down her spine, and an icy sensation surged from her feet to the top of her head.
She was screaming inside.
It's over, it's over, this time she's definitely dead!
With this devil's cruel methods, who knew what he would do to her? Would he skin her alive or break her bones? Or perhaps dig out her heart!?
Just imagining that scene—her body unrecognizable—Le Yao Yao felt her scalp tingle and her whole body began to tremble.
She was terrified.
However, just as Le Yao Yao was filled with fear, she heard the worried voice of a man beside her.
"Xiner, are you feeling unwell?!"
At this point, Simu Han's handsome brows furrowed tightly. He immediately turned and shouted outside.
"Someone, please bring the doctor!"
With Simu Han's shout, the previously closed Carved Wooden Door swung open, and two figures stepped inside.
At that moment, Le Yao Yao was gently lifted by Simu Han and laid down on the bed.
"Xiner, don't be afraid. I will never let anything happen to you again!"
Simu Han firmly grasped Le Yao Yao's hand and spoke with determination.
Yet, Le Yao Yao was not without awareness. Although his tone was resolute, the worry etched on his face and the coolness of his large hand gripping hers, which trembled slightly, were enough to prove that he was scared!
Her gaze drifted slightly to the stain on his chest.
The man seemed completely unconcerned about it; perhaps all his thoughts were focused on her at that moment, leaving no room for anything else.
At this moment, Le Yao Yao's beautiful eyes sparkled.
Although the man before her was the notorious Dark Overlord, a figure whom everyone wished to see punished, he was also a very good husband.
He loved his wife, of that she was certain. Unfortunately, she was not his wife...
With a sigh in her heart, Le Yao Yao gradually found herself less afraid of this man.
After all, to her, he seemed so pitiful.
He had endured the pain of losing his wife, and now that his 'wife' had come back to life, he cherished her like a precious treasure.
He held her delicately, afraid she might fall; he treated her gently, afraid she might melt away. Perhaps this was the best way to describe the man before her.
As she pondered this, Le Yao Yao sighed again. Just then, the doctor arrived.
This doctor carried a medicine box over his shoulder and appeared to be in his thirties, no longer the elderly physician from before.
Alongside the doctor entered a tall man dressed in black.
The man in black stood over six feet tall, his muscular frame accentuated by the fitted black attire that made him appear even more imposing and robust. At first glance, he resembled a towering figure ready to dominate any situation.
Le Yao Yao couldn't believe that if this man in black were placed in modern times, he would definitely rival those bodybuilders!
However, on that expressionless face, there was a very ugly scar.
The scar did not look like a knife wound; it seemed to have been made by some hard object. It stretched from the corner of the man's left eye down to his chin, and just looking at it was enough to make one shudder.
Yet, this was not what shocked Le Yao Yao the most. For some reason, when she looked at the man in black, she felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if she had seen him somewhere before.
But even without that ugly scar, Le Yao Yao would never have thought she had encountered this face before. Where did that feeling of familiarity come from?
This puzzled Le Yao Yao.
Perhaps her thoughts were written all over her face. Simu Han noticed that ever since the man entered, Le Yao Yao had been staring at him with a look of confusion and immediately spoke up.
"Xiner, this is Azure Wind. Do you remember him?"
Hearing Simu Han's words, Le Yao Yao merely pressed her lips together and replied, "How do you expect me to explain? I am not your Wife! Who are you people? I have no idea! I haven't lost my memory!"
Le Yao Yao emphasized her explanation once again, and the more she spoke to this man, the more she felt an urge to spit blood.
This man was too stubborn!
Le Yao Yao felt a sense of helplessness in her heart. Suddenly, her Beautiful Eyes swept over to the other two people in front of her. It seemed as if she had thought of something, and her Beautiful Eyes lit up. She grabbed the Middle-Aged Doctor's hand and said excitedly,
"You are a doctor, right? Then you must have checked and confirmed that I haven't lost my memory, right? Please explain to him that I am not his Wife, Xiner! Besides, I am already three months pregnant. If I were really his Wife, she has been dead for over three months. How could she come back to life? Even if she did come back, the child in her womb would surely not survive!"
Le Yao Yao clung tightly to the middle-aged man's arm like a drowning person grasping a lifeline, speaking fervently.
After all, it was like talking to a wall with Simu Han; no matter how she explained, he wouldn't understand. It was better for someone else to tell him directly!
As Le Yao Yao was lost in her thoughts, she failed to notice that when she reached out and held onto the middle-aged man's arm tightly, Simu Han's beautiful Phoenix Eyes narrowed slightly.
A cold glint flickered in his gaze, accompanied by an ominous aura.
Le Yao Yao was oblivious to this, but the Middle-Aged Doctor certainly felt it.
Upon sensing the murderous intent in Simu Han's eyes, the Middle-Aged Doctor felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he silently lamented his fate.
Just moments ago, he had made a mistake by calling this woman "young lady," and now he feared for his life.
Now that this woman had grabbed his hand—though not by his own will—he knew these people were ruthless killers!
Thinking of this made the Middle-Aged Doctor break out in a cold sweat. In a desperate bid for self-preservation, he quickly pulled his hand away from Le Yao Yao's grasp and wiped his sweat while saying to her,
"Miss, please be careful. Let me take your pulse first."
"Uh..."
Seeing the Middle-Aged Doctor sweating profusely and constantly wiping his forehead with his sleeve, Le Yao Yao understood that this middle-aged man was extremely fearful of Simu Han.
It was no surprise; who wouldn’t be afraid of someone like him, a person who could kill without a second thought?
Thinking this, Le Yao Yao decided not to make things difficult for the Middle-Aged Doctor. She pouted her lips and obediently allowed him to take her pulse.
Meanwhile, Simu Han was anxiously gripping the Middle-Aged Doctor's face, repeatedly asking questions.
"What’s wrong?! What happened to her? No matter what, you must save her life, or I will make you pay dearly!"
The threat laced with intense killing intent caused the Middle-Aged Doctor to feel his legs weaken, nearly collapsing to the ground in fear, almost losing control of himself.
"To answer the Master’s question, the lady is not in serious danger. It’s just that she was overly frightened. With some careful treatment, she will be fine..."
"And the child! Is the child okay?!"
Upon hearing the Middle-Aged Doctor's words, Simu Han's previously fierce expression visibly softened for a moment before he asked again.
"To answer the Master’s question, the child is fine and very healthy. You can rest assured..."
"Good, very good."
Hearing the words of the Middle-Aged Doctor, Simu Han finally revealed a look of relief on his face, knowing that Le Yao Yao and the child were both safe. He turned to Le Yao Yao and smiled gently.
"Xiner, did you hear that? You're fine now, you and the baby are both okay. Hehe, I'm so happy, really so happy!"
Simu Han's joy was evident as he smiled brightly. His face, which could rival any woman's beauty, had just moments ago been filled with a fierce aura, as if he had stepped out of the depths of hell. It was intimidating.
But in the next moment, when facing Le Yao Yao, he transformed into a radiant figure, his smile like blooming flowers.
His beautiful, narrow Phoenix Eyes sparkled with clarity, and his perfect smile made him appear like a pure and innocent young man.
The speed at which his demeanor changed was astonishing, leaving others in awe!
Seeing this, Le Yao Yao felt a mix of helplessness and sighs; she chose not to respond or explain further.
Her expression reflected her dejection.
She looked like a wilted eggplant after frost.
Upon noticing this, Simu Han immediately grew anxious. Then, as if struck by a thought, he spoke up.
"Xiner, is it because you feel unhappy about forgetting the past?! It's okay; as long as you're well, we will create more beautiful memories together in the future. Plus, I will tell you all about our sweet moments from before. So please don’t be sad, alright?"
His voice was urgent yet gentle, filled with traces of sorrow and pleading in his eyes. He looked so pitiful, like a little puppy in need of comfort, evoking feelings of sympathy and tenderness.
However, after hearing his words, Le Yao Yao felt even more helpless.
Oh my!
This man's way of thinking was truly beyond what ordinary people could comprehend. Did he really think she was sad about losing her memory?!
They were like two completely different animals, unable to communicate!
So, Le Yao Yao was tired and decided not to waste any more words.
Finally, the man in black, known as Azure Wind, couldn't help but speak up when he saw Le Yao Yao silent and Simu Han looking anxious.
"Master, please don't worry too much. As long as the lady is fine now, that's what matters. Besides, she must be tired too. I'll go prepare dinner right away."
"Yes, yes, yes! It's already so late. Oh dear, I’ve been so forgetful! Azure Wind is so thoughtful. Please hurry and prepare dinner, and remember to make extra of the dishes that Xiner loves!"
Upon hearing Azure Wind's words, Simu Han suddenly realized and immediately instructed him.
Azure Wind nodded in response and effortlessly lifted the doctor, who had already collapsed on the soft couch, before leaving the room. He also carefully closed the door behind him.
Thus, in the room, only Le Yao Yao and Simu Han remained.
For a moment, neither of them spoke, leaving the entire room in silence. It was so quiet that one could almost hear a pin drop.
Le Yao Yao didn't want to speak because she simply felt too lazy to do so.
After all, the man before her was always so stubborn. No matter how many times she repeated herself, he probably wouldn't take her words to heart.
It would be better for her to calm down and carefully plan her next steps.
Moreover, she still remembered that before she lost consciousness, the cult members had clashed with the people from the Wang residence. Although those in the Wang residence were trained by Leng Junyu to fight ten against one, it was clear from the situation at the time that the cult members were not to be underestimated; the battle was fierce and hard-fought.
She had no idea how many had died or been injured in that massacre, nor did she know if Xing and the others were safe.
Then there were Xue Li and Xue Ping, the two sisters. Although she had known them for a short time, she had already come to see them as her younger sisters.
Such adorable girls—heaven forbid anything should happen to them.
And what about Leng Junyu? She wondered if he knew about her abduction by now. Was he worried about her?
Just thinking about it made Le Yao Yao's heart clench painfully.
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