He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

For the next few days, Zhao Yang was not around during the day. After Tan Yu ran away that day, she was followed again. Zhao Yang was busy with the investigation and only came back at night.

Qu Yi didn't concern herself with these matters; Zhao Yang was always very prudent in his actions.

But it's rare for someone to not come home for one night; it's extremely uncommon.

Qu Yi stood in front of the door, gazing at the pitch-black night. The lanterns under the eaves cast a dim light, making her figure blurry and indistinct.

It seems something has happened.

The very next second that I had this idea.

[Urgent Mission: Please rescue the target Zhao Yang immediately.]

Strange scenes appeared at night.

A woman dressed in blue is riding a black horse. The strange thing about the scene is the squirrel with a big tail on the horse's head that is making a "squeak squeak squeak" sound.

"master!"

The man, his arm bleeding, supported the unconscious Zhao Yang and struggled to run forward.

Hearing the sounds getting closer behind him, the man gritted his teeth, looked around, quickly placed Zhao Yang behind a shoal hidden by bushes, and then turned and ran to another place.

The surroundings gradually quieted down. After a long while, the man lying on the earthen slope let out a muffled groan and opened his heavy eyelids.

The events of tonight flashed through my mind: being ambushed, being injured, running away...

He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through his right hand, and he instantly looked pained before collapsing back down.

Just as he was mocking his difficult situation, he heard some sounds that did not belong to the dark jungle.

—Footsteps.

A cold glint flashed in his dark eyes; his muscles tensed as he waited.

As his footsteps stopped behind him, the dense bushes parted, and he leaped up, ready to fight with all his might.

"If you can still jump, then you're doing alright."

The familiar female voice made him freeze instantly, and the next second he collapsed, completely exhausted.

Qu Yi caught him with quick eyes and hands.

She asked, "Where are the people who were with you?"

Zhao Yang gasped for breath a few times, his voice weak: "I led those people away."

Qu Yi said to those behind him, "Go save them."

No one answered her in the darkness; only some rustling sounds arose, and the leaves on the tall trees trembled as if blown by the wind.

Where are you hurt?

"My hand is injured, it hurts," Zhao Yang replied, his dark eyes fixed on her.

Qu Yi didn't say anything, but helped him to the side of the black horse.

Zhao Yang "laboriously" mounted the horse and used his good hand to pull Qu Yi up.

The girl was actually tall, but she looked very petite compared to the person behind her. The night wind blew against her face, making her hair dance. Zhao Yang grabbed a strand and rubbed it between his fingers; it felt soft and smooth.

Looking at her profile, Zhao Yang's lips curled up.

He released her hair and wrapped his arms around her waist.

She could even feel his breathing through the skin behind her ears.

The posture was very intimate, and Qu Yi couldn't help but turn around and look at him.

"what happened?"

"Isn't your hand hurting?" she asked.

"It hurts," Zhao Yang replied.

Qu Yi's gaze shifted from his face to her own arms wrapped around her waist, and she remained silent for a long time.

Upon returning, they immediately summoned a doctor to examine Zhao Yang's injuries.

The man, carrying a medicine box, had a handsome face; no one would guess that he was a highly skilled doctor.

It's quite a coincidence.

This man was named Wei An. His family had been practicing medicine for generations. He was originally treating the critically ill only son of a large family. He was about to succeed when the man died of poisoning at the last moment. The large family insisted on labeling him a quack doctor. They tried to assassinate him but he escaped, so they sent people to hunt him down.

By sheer coincidence, Zhao Yang happened to witness the attack and rescued them.

Seeing that Zhao Yang was in great pain, Qu Yi looked at Wei An.

Wei An remained stiff as he continued to look down at Zhao Yang's arm.

Looking at it from all angles, it's not like it's going to kill me, and I don't need to have my limbs amputated.

But what's with this man looking so pained?

He secretly glanced at Zhao Yang.

When their eyes met, Zhao Yang's dark eyes flashed with a glint of "threat".

"How is it?" Qu Yi asked.

Wei An withdrew his hand, his face solemn: "The bone is injured, and it will probably not heal for a while. He will need to rest for a period of time, take medicine every day, and take a medicinal bath once every seven days."

Qu Yi nodded in agreement: "Okay."