Won't let you die.
Author: Liam Michael
last update2026-01-06 20:51:21

Murong Wuque lifted him out of the tub and carried him to their room. Only a towel was wrapped around Alvin’s waist. His breath rose and fell steadily, but his lips were still pale.

He had successfully dredged the deposits in Alvin's chest blocking his breathing. Murong Wuque kept staring at Alvin's face, confused, sad, then in pain.

His emotions were all over the place, he didn't know what he was feeling. The most pronounced was pain. He felt agony searing through his heart.

What if Alvin didn't return to him alive? What if he collapsed somewhere along the way and never made it home? What if his enemies got to him first?

Murong Wuque shuddered, his heart feeling cold as he thought about it.

If Alvin didn't try his utmost to reach villa number seven before he lost consciousness, it would have been disastrous.

Firstly, the people chasing after him might get to him first and his life would be over. Even if they let him live, he would turn to a dog, suffering and doing thing
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