Old illness relapses

  Su Ziying, this little girl, was also overjoyed, her beautiful face flushed with a delicate pink glow, clapping her small hands and smiling sweetly at Yang Dagen. Her eyes curved like a crescent moon, looking absolutely captivating, her pearly whites slightly exposed, her red lips tender and alluring, making one want to lean in for a kiss.

  "Yang, what's wrong with you? You're not going to participate, are you?" Su Ziyu couldn't help but ask when she saw Yang Dagen looking listless and bored.

  Upon hearing this, Yang Dagen stared straight at Su Ziyu and said, "What are you talking about? I'm just feeling depressed. If my wife dresses up so nicely today and goes outside for others to see, wouldn't that be a huge loss for me?"

  Today's Su Zijin seems to have changed from her usual simple and conservative style, wearing a sky blue thin gauze dress that is quite revealing.

  Reaching the middle of her thighs, a large area of smooth and delicate skin as white as jade was suddenly exposed. Moist and plump, she walked along the edge of the road during class exercises, slender and elegant, instantly killing countless people's eyes in an instant. The female classmates naturally felt jealous and envied, while the male classmates almost dropped their eyeballs.

  When she heard him call her wife, Su Ziyu's face turned red with a blush and she said in a flustered tone: "You, who allowed you to call me that? If other classmates hear it, they'll misunderstand."

  "Anyway, you're my wife, for this life and the next." Yang Dagen said with a smile, his face as calm as a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

  Su Ziying was so angry that she stomped her feet, her beautiful eyes darting around, afraid that Yang Dagen's words would be overheard by others. She saw a few female classmates who were close to her covering their mouths and giggling on the side, but they deliberately pretended not to know what was going on, making her heart beat even faster.

  "Waaahhh... This is the end, my classmates must be laughing at me in their hearts! Waaahhhh... It's all his fault, shameless, who admits to being his wife?"

  What's even more frustrating for Su Ziyu is that not only did she not jump out to deny it, but in her heart, she didn't feel much anger either. She just felt a bit embarrassed and ashamed, losing face.

  "Suziying, what's wrong with you? Your face is so red, are you running a high fever?"

  Class teacher Zhao Xue, who was explaining the outdoor quiz on the podium, saw Su Ziyin's face burning red and bowing his head, looking very uncomfortable, and couldn't help but ask with concern.

  Huh?

  Su Ziying was startled and quickly stood up. In an instant, her mind went blank and she didn't know how to explain it to the teacher.

  Yang Dagen quickly responded, "Yes, Teacher Zhao, you're absolutely right. Su classmate told me earlier that she wasn't feeling well today and probably caught a chill last night."

  After finishing speaking, he looked at Su Ziyu and saw that the little girl was staring at him with a resentful gaze, as if to say, "It's all because of you, you scoundrel, talking nonsense and making me lose face."

  Zhao Xue's face turned anxious as soon as she heard, Su Ziyu was the English class representative after all, one of the main forces in this outdoor competition, and he couldn't afford to have any problems at this time.

  Then, Zhao Xue turned her eyes and said to Yang Dagen: "How about this? Let Yang Dagen take the medicine for a cold from the infirmary first, and then come directly to the playground. The competition will be held there."

  He glanced at the towering and proud big breasts, heard the beautiful female teacher's instructions, Yang Dagen naturally patted his chest, "Please rest assured, teacher, Yang Dagen will resolutely complete the task, guaranteeing that he will return to you a lively and energetic Su Ziyin."

  "Alright." Zhao Xue nodded in satisfaction, thinking that Yang Dagen was a responsible classmate despite being a bit mischievous.

  "Other classmates, move your stools to the playground for assembly."

  After handing over the outdoor quiz, Zhao Xue took other classmates to the playground, while Yang Dagen accompanied Su Ziyin to the medical room.

  Su Ziying bit her lip, like a little daughter-in-law following Yang Dagen behind him. She wasn't sick at all, why did she need to go to the infirmary? But this guy had already told the teacher and the whole class that he had a cold, so she had no choice but to go along with it.

  Unconsciously, the two of them walked into a small path surrounded by camphor trees, with lush foliage, and at the end of the path was a pavilion, which was usually a rendezvous spot for couples.

  "Hmph! Weren't we supposed to go to the infirmary? What are you bringing me here for?" Su Ziyu said with a lingering angry expression, still huffing.

  Yang Dagen said speechlessly: "You're not sick, what's the point of taking you to the infirmary? Look at how good the air is here, come and take a breath of fresh air too."

  He immediately ignored Su Ziyin's refusal and directly pulled her small hand towards the pavilion. With a red face, she struggled for a while but couldn't break free, so Su Ziyin had no choice but to accept her fate.

  The two sat down side by side, and Yang Dagen suddenly stretched out his hand in front of Su Ziyu's eyes, saying gloomily: "Come on, I was wrong, isn't that enough? Don't be angry anymore."

  "Hmph! Don't think I don't dare!"

  With a glare, Su Ziying opened her mouth and bit down, because this time she was really furious, she could be said to have bitten down with all her might, even she herself didn't know where that great strength came from.

  Yang Da's root hurts a lot, but he still has a smile on his face. If the little girl didn't mind him, with her personality, she would never bite down.

  Soon, Su Ziqian felt a salty taste in his mouth.

  Her face suddenly turned pale, and when she came to her senses, she realized that she had bitten two rows of teeth marks on Yang Dagen's arm.

  "I, I didn't mean to, sorry......" Su Ziyu hastily apologized, grasping Yang Dagen's two slender small hands, but not letting go.

  Yang Dagen shook his head and said, "Nothing, being able to be alone with my wife like this, it's worth bleeding a bit! Hehe, these two tooth marks are from my wife, so lovely, just right for keeping as a memento."

  Having experienced so much outside, I've had over 80 girlfriends, and Yang Dagen thought to himself that he still has a way with simple and lovely girls like Su Ziyin.

  "Does it really not hurt?"

  Su Ziying didn't believe it, and carefully blew on the bleeding spot, saying: "It won't work, let's go to the infirmary and have a doctor treat it, or else it will get infected in this heat."

  "Alright!"

  Yang Dagen smiled and said, with a beautiful wife accompanying him, wherever he went was a paradise. At this time, being hugged by the little girl, he really wanted to be seen by others.

  But as he stood up, Yang Dagen's body suddenly stiffened, his shiny pupils contracted violently, and the veins on his body bulged out, his expression frighteningly unusual.

  "Let's go!"

  He pulled and pulled but couldn't pull it out, so Su Zijun furrowed his brow and turned back.

  With a loud crash, Yang Dagen's face turned pale and he fell straight to the ground, his whole body convulsing violently like a sieve shaking wildly when sifting flour. One hand desperately clawed at his waist, but for some reason, his arm was too stiff and couldn't reach.

  "Quick! Bring out my sword!"

  Yang Dagen's voice was barely audible as he said, "There is still a glimmer of consciousness left." One hand continued to grasp at his waist, as if trying to grab onto a lifeline.

  Su Ziying was almost scared to death, and she couldn't understand why he suddenly fainted. She thought to herself if it was because she had bitten him that he ended up like this.

  "Knife, what knife? Where is it?" Su Ziyu was completely disoriented, flustered and anxious. Following Yang Dagen's hand, she finally found the small, dark green knife hanging from his waist. This knife was not unfamiliar to her; she had seen it before in the orchard on the outskirts of town, where Yang Dagen had used it to save Li Dogshit's mother.

  "Found it, found it."

  "Open it from the middle, it's hollow inside, there are many needles, you find a purple one, stab...stab me in the heart, quickly..."

  Nodding, Su Ziyu held the small knife with both hands and twisted it slightly. With a faint "click", the knife split open from the middle, revealing many fine needles like hair, including silver, gold, red, and purple colors, among which there was only one purple needle.

  He pulled out a purple one and Su Zijin hesitated, "You want me to stab it into your heart? But this is very dangerous, what if..."

  "It's okay, come on, I won't die. Hurry up, while I'm still conscious, tie it quickly, or else you'll never see me again." Yang Dagen said weakly.

  He didn't expect that the old illness which hadn't relapsed for half a year would suddenly relapse at this moment, fortunately there was someone around or else he would have really kicked the bucket.

  This old problem is actually a congenital disease, according to his master, it has been there since birth and will only become apparent in adulthood, and will become more and more serious over time.

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