A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1942: Chapter 473: Bitter Life, Dreamlike Bubbles_6

Yan Song was shocked, swiftly moving to the window, grabbing Yun Ya into his arms. The wound on her arm was bleeding outward, staining everything around, making her look even more fragile. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Yan Song punched the ground fiercely, having noticed some movement from the troops. He had just stepped away for a moment, not expecting anything to happen; at this moment, he wished he could kill himself.

Yun Ya’s consciousness was gradually fading. She suddenly grabbed his hand, rubbing against him like a greedy little cat, "So comfortable..." His body was refreshingly cool, soothing her feverish heat, and it felt so good to lean against him.

Yan Song saw her face abnormally flushed, holding her shoulders tightly, and shouted, "Yun Ya, wake up."

Yun Ya smiled, her gaze dreamy, "Brother Yan... I’m dreaming again...."

Yan Song held her tightly in his arms, wishing he could merge her into his very bones, "I’m sorry...."

Yun Ya was nuzzling in his embrace, her small hand wandering onto his chest like a hungry fish...

Yan Song caught her misbehaving hand, touching it gently on her arm. The wound, made by a scalpel, seemed to tear at his heart, "Did you hurt yourself again?"

Yun Ya was startled by his gaze, instinctively pulling back her shoulders, wrinkling her nose in grievance, "You’re scolding me...."

Yan Song sighed, his hand fell to her arm, and under his palm, a red light emerged. Yun Ya’s wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, restored to new, without even a scar left behind.

Yun Ya widened her eyes, grabbing his hand, looking up and down, "Amazing, how does your hand emit red light? Are you a celestial being?"

Yan Song frowned; Yun Ya’s appearance was obviously abnormal. What exactly happened during his absence?

He glanced sideways at the man lying on the ground, a sharp killing intent in his eyes. Had he arrived a step later, the consequences would have been unimaginable; every time he thought of this, he felt like tearing this man into pieces.

Yun Ya’s delicate brows furrowed tightly, "I feel so uncomfortable, so hot..." While undressing herself, she burrowed into his arms. Yan Song held her shoulders, looking straight into her eyes, "Yun Ya, clear your mind."

Suddenly, his brows furrowed tightly, as if he had thought of something.

Could she have been drugged?

Yan Song was so furious he wanted to kill everyone, holding Yun Ya, he disappeared in an instant.

Zhang Huasheng was locked in a room. Sensing something was wrong, he was trying to find a way to escape through the window. Just as he climbed onto the windowsill, he glanced downward; below was a lawn, but although it was the second floor, the house was European styled with particularly high ceilings, the second floor was as tall as two floors in other houses, a fall would either kill or cripple him.

Zhang Huasheng sat on the windowsill, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, well, so be it...

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air in the room, wrapped in a black robe, resembling a grim reaper walked out of a comic. As soon as he appeared, the air in the room instantly froze. freeweɓnovel.cøm

What shocked him was that the person held someone in their arms.

"Yun Ya?"

Zhang Huasheng immediately jumped down from the windowsill, pointed at the man, and said, "Are you a human or a ghost? Put the person in your arms down now, I am the 180th successor of the Maoshan Sect, capturing a little ghost like you is a piece of cake...."

The man laid the person in his arms on the big bed, and coldly said, "She’s been drugged, you must save her."

Yun Ya grabbed his hand, "Brother Yan...."

Uttering a painful moan.

Yan Song lowered his eyes, fists clenched tightly.

Wishing he could bear that pain for her.

Zhang Huasheng hesitated, then hurried over in two strides, taking Yun Ya’s hand to check her pulse. His eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"Potent aphrodisiac, needs to be neutralized through intercourse with a man within an hour, otherwise unbearable pain...."

Zhang Huasheng cursed, "Who drugged her?"

The man said coldly, "Is there a cure?"

Zhang Huasheng quickly pulled out a packet of needles, unwrapped it, and picked a long slender silver needle, loosening Yun Ya’s clothing at the chest, "Let’s try this first."

Yun Ya began to struggle, her state of mind wasn’t good, Zhang Huasheng shouted, "What are you standing there for, hurry and grab her arms? So I can apply the needle."

Yan Song stepped forward, grabbing both of Yun Ya’s arms. As Yun Ya struggled, her chest was exposed, Yan Song frowned, glancing sideways at Zhang Huasheng. His eyebrows were furrowed enough to catch a fly, his expression very serious, not moved by lust at all.

Yun Ya was his disciple, like a daughter to him in his heart, moreover in a doctor’s eyes, there’s no distinction between male and female.

Zhang Huasheng inserted the silver needle gradually into the acupoint on her chest, then with another hand picked another needle inserting it into a few acupoints on her neck brain area, gradually cold sweat drip onto his forehead, Yun Ya too gradually stopped struggling, becoming quiet.