[BL] Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead's Ex-Boyfriend

Ch62 - Found a Good Friend

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"Xiao...What's wrong?"

Song Xuanhe was startled. He subconsciously raised his hands to hold up Xiao Yuanmu's slipping body. His left hand landed on the other's waist while his right hand pressed against the other's head. But upon touching Xiao Yuanmu, he discovered that both the other's forehead and back were drenched with cold sweat. Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were tightly shut, and his lips were deathly pale.

AD

"Xiao Yuanmu?" Song Xuanhe patted the other gently on the face. The sensation beneath his palm was ice-cold. When he saw the other's eyelashes tremble slightly, he promptly said, "Where does it hurt? I'll help you to your bed and call the doctor over. Bear with it for a bit."

Xiao Yuanmu's eyes opened slightly. Even though he was feeling weak, the cold in his eyes hadn't lessened in the least. In fact, it was even chillier than normal. It was like something had sent ripples across a serene lake, only for the lake to be suddenly encased in a layer of ice and snow. Beneath that ice was endless vigilance and darkness.

"No need." His voice was calm. He brushed off Song Xuanhe's hand that had been on his waist and slowly straightened his back. Aside from the dark, icy gaze in his eyes and his overly pale face, you wouldn't have thought that he had collapsed just now. There were no signs of him feeling uncomfortable anywhere either.

If it wasn't for the fact that Xiao Yuanmu had just fallen against him and that he had touched the other's cold, wet forehead with his fingertips just now, Song Xuanhe would have been deceived by this serene act.

"You're not feeling well. But, it doesn't seem like you have a fever." Song Xuanhe's gaze shifted from the other's tense jaw to his frosty eyes. He calmly said, "You nearly fainted just now. We have to call the doctor."

The chill in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes intensified with every word Song Xuanhe uttered. His voice was even colder than before, but there was also a trace of hoarseness from his lack of strength. He spoke in a halting manner, "I. Said. There's. No. Need."

He lifted his chin. With his gaze slightly lowered towards Song Xuanhe, the frigid, stifling aura around him could no longer be repressed. In a very oppressing voice, he said, "Leave now. Don't appear in front of me again until tomorrow morning."

Song Xuanhe didn't budge. He simply pulled out his phone and made a call.

Xiao Yuanmu raised his hand, wanting to slap the phone out of the other's hand. His tone was stern. "Did you not hear what I just said?"

"I heard you." Song Xuanhe avoided him. As he noticed Xiao Yuanmu's increasingly paling face, he barked back coldly, "Who said that I have to listen to you?"

This interlude didn't affect his actions either. His call went through to the hotel's emergency line right away. He was about to tell the butler to bring a doctor over right away, but Xiao Yuanmu took the phone from him. His cold fingers trembled slightly as they brushed against Song Xuanhe's.

"Song Xuanhe...."

It looked like stealing the phone from him had taken up the last of Xiao Yuanmu's energy. He suddenly staggered back. He couldn't help but cover his stomach with his hand. His pale lips pressed into a straight line, and a sickly pallor slowly took over his complexion. Despite this, his back didn't dip down at all, remaining as ram-rod straight as ever. He was determined not to show any weakness.