I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

Ling Xiao looked at Xie Yuhua's distressed expression and was somewhat puzzled. What did Xie Yuhua mean by that expression? The distress seemed to carry another meaning... and his lip movements seemed to be asking: Why?

Ling Xiao didn't know what Jieyuhua wanted to ask. He didn't think it was a good time to talk on the helicopter, since he couldn't hear anything he said. His mental strength wasn't enough to keep reading lips. He just wanted to give up!

"Is Master Liang coming with us too?" Wu Xie asked Master Liang, who had followed them. Master Liang should have his own way of leaving this place, right?

Liang Shiye glanced at Wuxie but didn't answer. He simply stretched his limbs. If it weren't for the fact that they were on a helicopter, the crackling sound would have been audible. Unfortunately, the helicopter's propellers were too loud, and Wuxie couldn't hear anything. He just watched Liang Shiye stretching... Wuxie's eyes widened. He had never seen anyone stretch their limbs on a helicopter before. What was this old man trying to do? Wuxie was about to step forward to stop him when he noticed that Liang Shiye had grown considerably taller and wider, and his fingers had become longer.

Wu Xie stared at the two shamanic fingers, seemingly remembering something, his face darkening. Sure enough, when Master Liang removed the human skin mask, he saw Xiao Ge's aloof face...

Wu Xie: I'm numb...

Wu Xie: My mother tongue is speechless...

Wu Xie: Sour Q...

Innocent: The clown is actually myself...

With a constipated expression, Wu Xie subconsciously looked at Ling Xiao. He tried to find a companion, someone who had also been tricked, so that he wouldn't be alone anymore. But Ling Xiao only glanced in their direction and then looked away, as if he wasn't surprised at all.

Wu Xie's inner monologue: At this moment, I miss Fatty...

Wu Xie turned to look at Xiao Hua again. Surely Xiao Hua couldn't possibly know that Master Liang was Xiao Ge, right? Xiao Hua… Xiao Hua is acting strangely. What's with that look? Why is she staring at Ling Zi like that?

Ling Xiao had already decided to give up, and since he had decided to give up, he might as well go all the way. He simply ignored these strange humans, picked up his earmuffs, sat in the empty seat, fastened his seatbelt, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

Seeing that Ling Xiao had closed his eyes to rest, Jieyuhua knew that the child was exhausted, so she sat down next to him. Watching the child's head gradually droop, Jieyuhua supported the child's head and rested it on her shoulder, remaining silent the whole way.

When Ling Xiao opened his eyes again, he was lying in a hospital bed. Looking at the white ceiling in front of him, his eyes gradually became empty. Only the cold, stinging sensation in his hands reminded him that he was still alive.

"You're awake?" Ling Xiao heard Jieyuhua's pleasant voice in his ear and turned his head slightly to look at her.

After Xie Yuhua noticed that he was awake, she used the remote control to adjust the hospital bed. The bed slowly rose, and Ling Xiao's body changed from lying down to sitting up. Xie Yuhua then brought some rice porridge and sat down in front of the hospital bed.

The dark circles under Jieyuhua's eyes told him that he hadn't been resting well lately. Lingxiao opened his mouth and found that his lips didn't feel dry. The corners of his mouth slowly turned up and he asked, "Brother Xiaohua, how long have I been unconscious?" Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was a little hoarse and had a grainy texture, which made his words sound charming.

Hearing the child's voice, Xie Yuhua's eyes reddened slightly. She took a slow breath before saying, "Three days."

"Brother Xiaohua, this makes me think I'm about to die." Ling Xiao's hand, which was connected to an IV drip, stroked Xie Yuhua's face, gently touching near Xie Yuhua's eyelashes.

He felt a cool touch on his face and around his eyes, and Xie Yuhua felt a tingling sensation. He had never experienced anything like this before. He smiled as the child stroked him, his face slightly flushed. He had long understood his own feelings, hadn't he? So he didn't reject the touch; on the contrary, he liked it very much.

Ling Xiao withdrew his hand. Xie Yuhua scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it gently, and brought it to Ling Xiao's lips, saying, "That's right, he was almost dead, and we almost couldn't save him." Her voice choked with emotion as she spoke.

Ling Xiao opened his mouth, took the spoon in, drank the porridge, and then spat it out. His movements were quick, yet inexplicably erotic. His bright red tongue lightly brushed the rice soup on his lips before quickly withdrawing it. The action was unconscious, yet it made the viewer subconsciously want to taste it.

After taking a sip of porridge, Ling Xiao felt his stomach warm up a bit. He smiled and teased, "Don't worry, Brother Xiao Hua, I'm not that easy to die." There's a saying that good people don't die, but evil people live for a thousand years. Ling Xiao never considered himself a good person. Besides, he had already died so many times and never succeeded.

Xie Yuhua shook his head, indicating that he had absolutely no way to deal with the child, and could only silently feed him another spoonful of porridge.

"You... have taken care of me for three days in a row?" Ling Xiao asked, his eyes slightly lowered, without looking up at Xie Yuhua.

Jieyuhua smiled slightly, holding up her spoon, and said, "Otherwise what? What? Three days isn't enough? If you don't get up soon, I'm going to collapse!"

Ling Xiao took another sip of porridge and asked, "Why?"

"What do you mean 'why'? You mean why I haven't collapsed after taking care of you for three days?" Xie Yuhua laughed angrily as she pounded the porridge.

Ling Xiao shook his head and said, "No, I wanted to ask why you're so good to me? Could it be...?" Ling Xiao leaned closer and whispered in Jieyuhua's ear, "Does Brother Xiaohua like me?"