Chapter Ninety-Eight
His mind, clear only moments ago, now felt like a bowl of tofu pudding that had been smashed to the ground and stomped to pieces.
Lying on the ground like a piece of trash, Ye Zhineng instinctively felt that more than one of his bones might have been broken. Forget moving a finger—even breathing sent violent pain through his entire body.
"Cough, cough, cough—"
His coughing sprayed a string of bloody mist. His chest wheezed like a broken bellows leaking air, each breath producing a harsh rasping sound.
He had been hit.
It seemed the other person had merely kicked him in the chest.
He had been kicked without even seeing so much as half a shadow of that person.
Ye Zhineng shifted his chin and laboriously forced his eyelids open. In his blurry, spinning vision, he could vaguely make out two figures.
One of them was Ye Nanxun.
The other stood beside Ye Nanxun. He was tall and powerfully built—an alpha.
Ye Zhineng suddenly remembered seeing Ye Nanxun walking through the mall with a rather tall alpha before.
Was it that guy?
Ye Zhineng gritted his teeth. The moment he exerted any strength, every bone in his body hurt as though it had shattered. His vision went dark, and he instantly lost consciousness.
Before sinking into darkness, he vaguely saw the tall alpha reach out and wrap an arm around Ye Nanxun's shoulders.
"Brother Yan?"
A warm weight settled on his shoulder. The faint scent of roses brought an inexplicable sense of calm, and Ye Nanxun came back to himself from his brief daze.
"Mm. Did that scare you?" Yan Beiyou had one arm around Ye Nanxun's shoulders, turning slightly to block his view of Ye Zhineng.
"No." Ye Nanxun shook his head.
He looked up. The