Hearing this, Liang He looks at Yan Ling with obvious teasing eyes and comments following her thoughts, “It’s certainly possible. But I think that Imperial Censor Bai is an old fox. If he was really an accomplice, he could have got rid of Hong’ye and put an end to everything. There is no need for him to be exposed.”
Yan Ling has said that out of impulse. Naturally, she would not agree with Liang He’s analysis. So she just nods,”According to your analysis, he seems to have nothing to do with it then. After all, if I made great efforts to build a tunnel, I wouldn’t want it to be found by others so easily.”
Liang He nods and feels hot in the room. He pulls at his collar and feels his face burning a little.
At first Yan Ling thinks that it’s because the suffocating air in the tunnel. But after a while, Liang He’s face turns red and his forehead is sweating.
After careful observation, Yan Ling finds that Liang He has been clenching his fists tightly where his blue veins are exposed, which reveals that he is been tortured by something.
Yan Ling immediately knows that something is wrong, and the first idea coming into her mind is that Hong’ye had put poison in the tunnel and Liang He got attacked as soon as he went in.
“What’s wrong?” Yan Ling steps forward anxiously.
“Don’t come near!” Seeing Yan Ling want to approach him, Liang He immediately stops her.
Yan Ling feels hurt and stands dumbfounded there. But after a while, she finds that Liang He seems to be more uncomfortable. She is so worried that she ignores his warning and immediately walks close to him. She uses her hand to test Liang He’s temperature on his forehead.
The burning temperature really startles Yan Ling. Although the weather is very hot now, the room can be said to be still cool. How can he be so burning hot?
Concern causes confusion. Yan Ling is at a loss. She has no idea about what’s wrong with Liang He. His body is extremely hot, his face is rather flushed, and his forehead is constantly sweating.
However, Yan Ling has no time to think about it clearly. Compared with Liang He’s body temperature, her little hand is obviously cool. The moment she touches his forehead, Liang He subconsciously grasps Yan Ling’s hand and pulls her into his arms.
Yan Ling only feels a whirl and before she realizes what is happen, Liang He’s lips have been pressed to hers.
Different from his usual tenderness, Liang He’s actions now are more out of instinct, with a little impulse to take the whole Yan Ling in.
Although Yan Ling still doesn’t understand what is going on, she notices Liang He’s abnormal behavior and subconsciously wants to stop it.
However, Liang He is almost unable to control himself now. Yan Ling’s strength has little influence on him. Yan Ling pushes at Liang He’s chest with her little hands, but just in vain.
After a long while, Yan Ling feels as if she was about to be choked out of breath. She pats at Liang He’s back while dodging.
“Liang He…” Yan Ling shouts out his name powerlessly.
It is the two words that make Liang He suddenly regain his senses. For Liang He, what’s important isn’t the two words but Yan Ling’s voice.
Liang He lets go of Yan Ling, who immediately jumps out of his arms with her hair and clothes messy. She steps back a few paces while staring at him alertly.
Seeing the alert Yan Ling, Liang He, who has regained control over himself, feels a little funny and shakes his head involuntarily.
Now she knows to be careful and alert. Why did she come close when he told her to stay away? The silly girl just came to his side foolishly. Fortunately, nothing has happened, otherwise Liang He would never forgive himself.
Liang He chuckles at the thought. Even after what has happened just now, Yan Ling still hasn’t understood why he has behaved like that. Otherwise, she won’t show such a look.
Sometimes she is really smart, but sometimes she seems to be a bonehead. Liang He now does not know what to say about Yan Ling, a silly cute girl indeed.
But soon Liang He cannot laugh any more. The heat flow in his body seems to be bumping around and becomes more violent than before. Liang He tries his best to keep himself sober. Now Liang He is afraid that he would do something that might get Yan Ling hurt on impulse.
Yan Ling was confused when Liang He chuckled and thought he was making fun of her. But before she asks him, she finds that Liang He’s body reaction is more intense, and his expressions tell her that he is suffering from harder torture.
Although subconsciously Yan Ling wants to go close to him again, after learning the previous lesson, Yan Ling hesitates and makes great efforts to take control of her subconscious reaction.
“Liang He, how are you feeling now? Did you just get poisoned in the tunnel?” Yan Ling asks worriedly.
Seeing that Yan Ling hasn’t figured it out as he has expected, Liang He feels funny and says patiently, “Yes. I did get attacked in the tunnel. But it’s not a poison. You must not get close to me. After all, if you call it ‘poison’, then you are the ‘antidote’ for me.”
Liang He is really different from the others. Even on such an occasion, he is still in the mood to tease Yan Ling. Of course, the possibility cannot be ruled out that Liang He is actually just using this method to distract his attention so that he can calm down.
Liang He has made it clear enough. Yan Ling can’t stay dim as long as she thinks about it a little. When she recalls Liang He’s reaction and what he has done to her, she flushes immediately and can’t utter a word for the moment.
“Well… What are you going to do now?” After a good while, Yan Ling asks hesitantly.
It is impossible for Yan Ling to act as the “antidote”. Her first reaction is to ask Liang He to find someone else. But as soon as the idea occurs to her, she feels like a stab in her heart, which causes a sharp pain.
Even she feels so, she cannot leave Liang He alone, indifferently watching him suffer helplessly. She asks subconsciously .
“It’s very violent. I almost lost my mind just now. I’m afraid it’s not something that will pass if I just try to endure it. I have to find a way to dissolve its property.” Liang He clenches his fist in one hand and squeezes the armrest of the chair with the other. Only in this way can he ensure that he speaks normally, instead of jumping up to Yan Ling on hearing her voice.