The evil female is delicate and weak, and the four beastly husbands take turns feeding her.

Chapter 41 I have something to say
Ye Xian slowly closed his eyes, his breathing gradually became steady, and he carefully felt his own mental strength, as if he had merged with the world around him.

Gradually, hundreds of glowing white threads extended from her body, like an invisible net, quietly unfolding and covering the entire training base.

Every corner and every breath appeared clearly in her perception, as if she had a third-person perspective.

Suddenly, her mental power captured a faint but familiar fluctuation, which was Bo Jing's breath.

His location gradually became clear in her mind, like a light spot on a map.

It turned out that Bo Jing was in the room next to the medical room, just a few steps away.

"found it."

She murmured softly, then concentrated all her mental strength and tried to teleport to Bo Jing's side.

As time went by, the space around Ye Xian underwent some imperceptible distortion, but it was still noticed by the sharp-sense Lin Zhijing. The second before Ye Xian disappeared, he grabbed Ye Xian's arm.

The next moment, Ye Xian's figure appeared beside Bo Jing's bed, and also came Lin Zhijing with a curious and puzzled look on his face.

As soon as Ye Xian saw Bo Jing, he shook off Lin Zhijing's hand and bent down to check on Bo Jing's condition.

"Thin scenery."

She called softly, concern and reassurance in her voice.

But he was still in a deep sleep.

"What's his ability level? What's his beast form?"

Lin Zhijing behind Ye Xian suddenly asked. Ye Xian lowered his eyes and did not look back: "Level 2 hunting falcon."

"Advanced predator beast form, with good recovery ability. If it weren't too low level, it should have woken up by now. However."

Lin Zhijing had a question. The talents of male beasts like hunting falcons are often stronger than those of ordinary males. According to his age, he shouldn't be only at level two.

"Why is he only at level two? Is it because you've spoiled him too much that this male is too complacent?"

Ye Xian's back stiffened, and he felt a little guilty when he thought about the fact that Bo Jing was only at level two.

Lin Zhijing leaned against the window, the sunlight shining through the glass onto his profile, outlining his angular features.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on Ye Xian, his tone a bit nonchalant, yet faintly revealing a hint of seriousness: "Female, I advise you not to be too nice to males. Males are mean by nature. The nicer you are to them, the more they will become."

Ye Xian, who was half squatting beside the bed, felt his scalp tingling. He twisted the bed sheet in his hands awkwardly, and his toes were almost digging out a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment.

In her heart, she kept begging Lin Zhijing to stop talking, as she really wasn't too nice to males.

Seeing that Ye Xian had been ignoring him and lying motionless on the edge of the bed, Lin Zhijing couldn't help but put his foot under Ye Xian's butt and lifted it up: "Are you listening to me?"

Ye Xian was touched on the butt and stood up: "Just talk if you want to, why are you kicking me?! Don't you know that this is very rude!"

Lin Zhijing didn't expect Ye Xian to get angry all of a sudden. Before, Ye Xian always looked delicate and soft, and he thought she wouldn't get angry.

Suddenly, he felt a little helpless: "I didn't kick your butt, I just wanted to yell at you."

"Then it's not nice for you to call my name!"

"But you didn't tell me your name."

"Did you ask me? You didn't ask me how I could tell you!"

"Then what's your name?"

Lin Zhijing's sudden question chilled the already angry Ye Xian to the core. He replied in a low voice, feeling somewhat frustrated: "Ye Xian."

"Ye of leaf, Xi'an of hope for peace?"

Ye Xian nodded reluctantly, then turned his back and stopped looking at him.

"I know your name, don't you want to know mine?"

Ye Xian looked back at Lin Zhijing with a strange expression. She felt that Lin Zhijing suddenly talked more and was completely different from when they first met.

"No." "Why?"

Ye Xian was already a little impatient with his question: "Because I already know your name is Lin Zhijing!"

Lin Zhijing stopped talking, but his mind was extremely active.

He didn't tell Ye Xian his name, that could only have been told to her by the soldiers outside.

It is unlikely that the soldiers would tell Ye Xian on their own initiative, so it is likely that Ye Xian asked the soldiers himself.

Then why did Ye Xian ask the soldier his name? Lin Zhijing couldn't think of any other possibility except that he was interested in him.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously rose slightly, and even the scenery on the bed seemed a little more pleasing to the eye.

Ye Xian covered Bo Jing with a blanket and wanted to tell Lin Zhijing that they could go back to continue testing the medicine, but when he turned around, he saw Lin Zhijing smiling brightly.

Oh my god, maybe he got stupid from doing the experiment.

Ye Xian couldn't help but walk around him, hesitating for a long time before saying, "Now we can go try the medicine."

"Okay!"

Lin Zhijing looked at the way Ye Xian looked at him and felt embarrassed for the first time.

She covered her lips with her slender fingers and coughed twice to cover it up.

"Let's go."

Back in the medical room, Lin Zhijing screened the medicines again to make sure that there were no medicines that would harm the body.

"This medicine is called a painkiller, or an anesthetic, but it works better and faster than ordinary anesthetics."

Before Lin Zhijing could finish speaking, Ye Xian had already swiftly pulled up his loose shirt, revealing his fair and delicate arms.

"let's hit."

Lin Zhijing stood under the light of the medical room, holding a sterilized cotton ball and a syringe in his hands, his expression focused and gentle.

Ye Xian sat on the chair in front of him, rolled up his sleeves slightly, revealing a section of his white arms.

There was a faint smell of disinfectant in the air, but the atmosphere between the two people seemed a little subtle.

Lin Zhijing gently held Ye Xian's wrist, his fingertips touching her warm skin, his movements so gentle as if he was afraid of hurting him.

"It might be a little painful, just bear with it."

Lin Zhijing whispered, with a hint of comfort in his voice.

Ye Xian hummed softly, the sound almost inaudible.

The moment the needle pierced his skin, Ye Xian frowned slightly, but soon relaxed.

Lin Zhijing's movements were skillful and gentle, as if he was treating a precious treasure.

After the injection, Lin Zhijing gently pressed the needle hole with a cotton ball, and his fingers inadvertently stayed on Ye Xian's arm for a few more seconds.

"All right."

Lin Zhijing raised his head and his eyes met Ye Xian's. The air between them seemed to freeze for a moment.

"You look at me like this, do you have something to say to me?"

Ye Xian nodded, she did have something to say.

Lin Zhijing's lips curled up, his eyes revealing anticipation, but he himself didn't know what he was expecting: "Then go ahead, I'm listening."

"Why didn't you use a cotton ball to disinfect me when you injected me before?"

The ambiguous atmosphere was broken in an instant, and the already faint smile on Lin Zhijing's face froze.

(End of this chapter)