2: Underneath A Thousand Skies

240 Vixen Above, Mensao Below (54)

There was a split-second of silence, and then...

"You!" Ye Minzhe roared.

Shuu—

Air whistled through his clothes as Ye Minzhe lunged forward, catching Long Aotian by the legs, the two boys tumbling on the ground in a whirl of limbs.

"Ahhh!" Ding Xiuxiu screamed.

Ye Minzhe's elbow rose up in the air, and his fist plunged into Long Aotian's face. He nailed him with his fist repeatedly in the face, until blood poured from his mouth and nose. Ye Minzhe grabbed his head and slammed it against the ground.

Before Ye Minzhe could continue, hands grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling him away. Gong Qiye and Ouyang Che struggled to hold back Ye Minzhe as he tried to attack Long Aotian on the ground, his eyes filled with burning rage. Long Aotian had long since turned into a bloody heap, vomiting blood.

"Brother Minzhe, stop!"

"Stop, Ye Minzhe!"

Long Aotian struggled to his feet, his face a mess of black and blue. Blood continued to drip down from his broken nose, and his mouth was cut in several places, looking very painful.

"What...I said...was the truth. Ye Jia had been bitten. You need to stay...stay away from her."

"He's right."

At the sound of her calm voice, Ye Minzhe turned to look at Song Jia, breaking away from Gong Qiye and Ouyang Che. She had rolled up the hem of her pants, showing them her bleeding ankle. Against her fair skin, the sight of the horrible wound became very jarring to the eyes.

Ding Xiuxiu's eyes widened in fear.

"She's going to turn into one of those crazy people!"

Gong Qiye narrowed his eyes, regret flashing across his expression. "Ye Minzhe, you need to get away from her. There's one last pilot left, and we managed to convince him to fly us to Nanjing. But we need to go now."

Ye Minzhe didn't listen to them. He stared at the wound on her ankle and his heart ached. She had just recovered from a cold, and now she was bitten. It must be very painful.

"Jia, if that's what you're worried about, then I don't mind at all. Why don't you come down? We need to treat your wound so that it won't scar. Don't keep standing like that, you'll hurt yourself."

Song Jia looked at Ye Minzhe's expression, which was only filled with concern. Contrary to his expectations, him pushing her away wasn't what she was worried about.

What scared her the most was that his reaction would be exactly what he was showing her right now.

"Ye Minzhe, I don't want to infect you." Song Jia's vision was swirling, like she was riding a ferris wheel that was spinning too fast.

Dots of lights became stretched lines of light, their faces looking back at her blurring in and out of focus.

"Ye Minzhe, she's infected!" Gong Qiye shouted in frustration. "Are you crazy? Let's go!"

Ye Minzhe stretched out his hand to Song Jia. A short distance separated them, but it seemed as if he could cross it in just a moment, bridging the gap between him and her.

"Jia, stay with me."

Ye Minzhe's jet-black curls shone under the moonlight, thick eyelashes framing his eyes of the same color. Startlingly handsome, like a prince that stepped out of a monochrome painting.

He had looked the same way when they first met, only now, he didn't have the arrogance he showed her before. He stretched out his hand, his eyes silently beseeching her to take it.