Chapter 111 – The Ancient Yandere’s Doll

The Ancient Yandere’s Doll (11)

Xu Xinghe rested her chin on her hand and watched Murong Jin eat. His eyelashes were dark and thick, his demeanor sharp, and he exuded an untamed and defiant air.

Murong Jin felt a little flustered under her gaze, but he didn’t say anything. He liked it when Xing Xing watched him, only him.

After eating, Xu Xinghe curled up in Murong Jin’s arms while he read.

She couldn’t understand the complicated characters on the pages and began yawning drowsily. Sure enough, people just wanted to sleep after eating enough.

Since he was reading, she didn’t want to disturb him and decided to go back to the bed for a nap.

She was just about to crawl out of his arms when she was stopped by his large hands.

“Where are you going, Xing Xing?” Murong Jin looked down at her, his eyes unreadable.

Xu Xinghe rubbed her sleepy eyes. “I want to go to bed. Will you carry me there, Ah Jin?”

Murong Jin’s lips curled slightly at her words. Being relied on by Xing Xing felt wonderful.

After placing her on the bed, he didn’t walk away. Instead, he lay down beside her and stretched out an arm for her to use as a pillow.

Xu Xinghe adjusted into a comfortable position in his arms and closed her eyes. Murong Jin was so warm that she didn’t want to leave.

“Ah Jin is so nice!”

Hearing her soft voice, Murong Jin only felt a wave of excitement. He even wished he could just stay like this with Xing Xing forever.

…

Zhou Yuran was now both hungry and in pain. She hadn’t eaten for two days, and the wound on her foot from where the rat had bitten her seemed to be infected.

“It hurts so much!” Zhou Yuran exclaimed as she looked at the pus-oozing sole of her foot.

In her current state, she couldn’t see a doctor, and she had no money either. All she could do was endure it.

She’d thought that once she could move, she would be free, but she was still trapped in this disgusting alley.

At night, she had to worry about whether that damned rat would come back, and she was too terrified to even fall asleep.

She once again found herself missing the room at Murong Jin’s house, which was big and clean. That time, she casually said she didn’t like that fine rosewood bed, and he threw it away without hesitation.

All Zhou Yuran could hope for now was that she would grow back to normal size soon. Once she did, she would definitely make a name for herself in this world!

If she didn’t grow back soon, she’d starve to death!

…

Xu Xinghe was sleeping when she suddenly felt her whole body burning up, and her head was spinning. Yao Yao had told her she was about to return to her normal size.

Murong Jin also noticed the unusually high temperature of the person in his arms and grew anxious. “Xing Xing! What’s wrong? Don’t scare me…”

Murong Jin panicked and realized that Xing Xing wouldn’t wake up, and her temperature was way too high!

This discovery made him almost lose his footing. He didn’t dare imagine what he would do if something happened to her.

The first thought that appeared in his mind startled him, but then came relief. Because even if it meant death, he would stay by her side forever.

But seeing Xing Xing’s pained expression now, Murong Jin’s heart ached with a wrenching pain.

He knew he had to take her to a doctor. Even if they thought he was mad, as long as it could save her, he would pay any price!

But the moment Murong Jin lifted Xing Xing off the bed, the person in his arms suddenly emitted a dazzling white light.

He only felt the weight in his hands grow heavier. When the white light faded and he opened his eyes, he saw a sight he would never forget for the rest of his life.

In his arms was a woman with skin as smooth as cream, her delicate lips were rosy and slightly open. Her long golden hair was gently curled, with a few strands falling on his shoulder.

Murong Jin’s throat moved involuntarily. He didn’t dare look any lower.

Because the person in his arms was completely naked. The soft sensation on his hands made his steps unsteady.

It wasn’t until he had placed Xu Xinghe on his large bed that Murong Jin withdrew his trembling hands. The memory of that soft touch seemed to linger in his palms.