Chapter 132 - Felt His Soul Suspended in the Air (1/2)

“Pei Pei, Pei Pei!”

Pei Zhen’s footsteps were faint, and he felt as if his soul was leaving his body; his mind was in a blur.

Someone was calling his name, it sounded anxious, but there was also a hint of happiness.

He lifted his head weakly, using all the effort he could muster, but all he could manage was to half-open his eyes to see a pair of hands.

The pair of hands lifted him up.

“Little deity, look how you run. You frightened me.”

Oh, it was Wang Youquan.

Pei Zhen couldn’t figure out what was wrong with himself. Under such circumstances, he somehow felt a tinge of anger and resentment. Why wasn’t it Fu Sichen who came looking for him?

Wang Youquan seemed to be in a hurry and was muttering about something that Pei Zhen didn’t quite catch.

The pain in his chest was spreading like fire, and it was engulfing him. Pei Zhen was beginning to feel like he couldn’t breathe.

At that point, he was struggling fiercely, and he was anxious to see Fu Sichen. Luckily, Wang Youquan was taking him to the hospital.

The hospital was buzzing with activity, and the atmosphere was frantic.

The people in white overcoats were busy, and their expressions were serious. They didn’t react much even when they saw Wang Youquan with the cat in his arms.

It was a life and death matter, and cute animals didn’t interest them at that point.

“Sichen, Sichen.” Wang Youquan forced his way into the room and wanted to ask about Pei Zhen’s condition. Fu Sichen scrambled up and hurriedly grabbed the Persian cat.

“Pei Pei, Pei Pei…” His big hands encircled the cat. Fu Sichen bent over close, so close his lips were almost touching the cat’s ear. “Don’t leave me, don’t leave me…”

Wisps of warm air carrying his subtle pleading reached past Pei Zhen’s ears and left their marks on his heart.

It was madness.

And it is becoming very gay.