After Saving My Possessive Best Friend, I Couldn't Escape (GL) - Chapter 29

“Ugh…”

Hot, murky, confused, and stinging.

It felt like being trapped in ice, then thrown into boiling water—a torment of ice and fire.

The painkiller lay abandoned, alone by the pillow.

Ye Yu tossed and turned painfully in bed, cold sweat soaking the pillowcase.

“Don’t sleep.”

Cotton filled with water was shoved into her ear canal. In the haze, she heard someone calling her.

Ye Yu struggled to open her eyes. The person in front of her seemed veiled by a layer of water mist, indistinct. In the blur, she recognized who it was.

Fang Zhile had rushed back, still clutching a thermos.

She helped Ye Yu sit up, wiped the cold sweat from her face with a wet towel, and lifted the fabric of her uniform at the back.

“You…” Ye Yu weakly tried to stop her, her hand softly resting on Fang Zhile’s arm.

Fang Zhile’s voice was very soft, like she was coaxing a newborn baby. “I’m putting a heating patch on you. Don’t be afraid.”

Ye Yu’s hand futilely clenched and opened, then weakly slipped away.

As she spoke, a cup of spicy, steaming hot liquid was offered to her lips. This time, without waiting for Ye Yu’s reaction, Fang Zhile spoke first.

“This is sugar water brewed with ginger soup,” Fang Zhile said. “The essence of three pieces of old ginger. I guarantee your stomach and intestines will warm up once you drink it.”

Ye Yu frowned. Even in the daze brought on by the pain, she tried hard to express her resistance.

Fang Zhile picked up the painkiller nearby and said gently, “Taking too many painkillers can lead to resistance. They’ll stop working eventually. Let’s drink some hot water instead of taking medicine.”

Ye Yu kept her mouth tightly shut, refusing to drink the ginger soup that sounded universally spicy and awful.

Suddenly, a wave of cramping pain shot through her abdomen, making her arch her back, cold sweat dripping from her forehead.

Fang Zhile pulled away the hands Ye Yu was clutching to her stomach, and replaced them with her own.

Then, she began to vigorously rub in a clockwise direction.

With the excruciating abdominal cramping, one shouldn’t rub like that. Ye Yu was in so much pain she almost sprang up, but Fang Zhile held her firmly in her arms, mercilessly suppressing any resistance.

Ye Yu was nearly in tears, whimpering softly in protest, “How could you… bully me…”

“I’m not bullying you,” Fang Zhile’s voice was also filled with reluctance. “This is premenstrual syndrome. If I don’t rub it open, you’ll be in terrible pain.”

She knew Ye Yu’s body better than anyone. Ye Yu suffered from congenital dysmenorrhea.

During those few days every month, the primary issue wasn’t the pain in her lower abdomen, but the stress reaction in her gastrointestinal tract.

Normally, the stomach and intestines peristalsis at a regular pace, but when Ye Yu had period pain, her stomach and intestines would seize up, leading to indigestion, knots in the bowels, bloating, and inflammation.

That’s why painkillers were completely useless for Ye Yu’s period pain; it required food therapy and external massage to alleviate it.

Ye Yu sniffed, her eyes wet and red. She slumped weakly into Fang Zhile’s arms, but the warmth spreading from her tailbone and the gradually calming pain in her stomach made her feel less uncomfortable.

“Drink it.” The cup of concentrated ginger soup reappeared at her lips.

Ye Yu’s eyelashes fluttered several times. She whispered, “Does it really work?”

Fang Zhile wiped her cold sweat and said softly, “Drink it. It works. If it doesn’t work, I won’t leave. I’ll stay here to take care of you.”

Ye Yu opened her mouth, took a small sip, and her entire face instantly crumpled. She refused to drink another drop. “It’s so spicy.”

“Drink it all,” Fang Zhile was no longer gentle. She pressed her thumb onto Ye Yu’s chin, blocking her mouth. “Don’t waste it.”

At the change in Fang Zhile’s tone, Ye Yu felt wronged. Her eyes were red and pathetic, but she could only open her mouth again, drinking the entire cup of hot ginger soup.

The spicy ginger soup traveled down her esophagus like a leaping flame. The scalding heat instantly spread along her blood vessels throughout her body, completely driving out the lingering coldness inside her.

Ye Yu sighed comfortably.

Fang Zhile placed her back under the covers, tucking her in securely. “There’s still half left in the thermos. Sleep for a bit first, and drink the rest when you wake up.”

Ye Yu looked at her with glistening eyes, then suddenly reached out a hand from under the blanket and grabbed Fang Zhile’s sleeve. “Where are you going…”

“I skipped the first period.” Fang Zhile glanced at the time. “Class starts in five minutes.”

Ye Yu slowly let go, whispering, “Oh.”

Fang Zhile touched her forehead. “I’ll go to the office to request half a day’s leave before the teacher starts class. I’ll be right back, okay?”

Ye Yu blinked, her eyes instantly obedient. “Okay.”

Fang Zhile smiled too. “Sleep now.”

Ye Yu obediently closed her eyes.

This side of Ye Yu appeared almost once a month before the transmigration, but she had never been this clingy or insecure. Ye Yu shouldn’t be worried about Fang Zhile leaving. Because Fang Zhile would always stay.

Fang Zhile returned in less than twenty minutes, carrying both their homework and test papers. In her sleep, Ye Yu’s face was flushed, and her brows were slightly furrowed, suggesting her sleep was not peaceful.

Fang Zhile spread out her test papers, absentmindedly writing down answers, her ears acutely focused on any movement from Ye Yu.

After a while, Ye Yu’s breathing suddenly became rapid, accompanied by fragmented sleep talking.

“I don’t like you guys…” Ye Yu sounded aggrieved even in her sleep.

Fang Zhile sat next to her, checking the temperature of her forehead, and sighed softly. Ye Yu must have suffered a lot in this world. She wasn’t even peaceful in her dreams.

“Mhm, we don’t like them,” Fang Zhile gently coaxed her.

Ye Yu was quiet for a moment, then suddenly murmured:

“Shen Yihan, put the knife down…”

Fang Zhile’s motion of flipping the book by the bed abruptly froze.

Then, like a machine with broken parts, she slowly, laboriously turned her head.

At this moment, she suspected she was having auditory hallucinations.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Ye Yu called out those names again. “Shen Yihan, Zhou Chuanyu, Tian Ji… stop forcing me.”

“Ye Yu!” Fang Zhile pressed down on her shoulder, shouting her name forcefully. “Wake up!”

These names belonged to Zhou Meize’s lovers during college. At this point in the timeline, they should have no interaction with Ye Yu. Why was Ye Yu calling out these names? Moreover, “Shen Yihan, put the knife down” was a plot point from the original novel, where Shen Yihan threatened to slit her wrists and demanded Ye Yu jump out the window, directly triggering Ye Yu’s dark transformation.

What exactly was Ye Yu dreaming about!

Under the violent shaking, Ye Yu’s brows furrowed even tighter. Then, her eyelids fluttered and slightly opened.

Appearing stuck in the dream, Ye Yu’s eyes were clouded with a kaleidoscope of bizarre imagery.

“Ye Yu, look at me,” Fang Zhile anxiously held up three fingers. “How many is this?”

The person in front of her had an incredibly familiar face. For a moment, she couldn’t distinguish between dream and reality.

Seeing that Ye Yu still wouldn’t speak, Fang Zhile anxiously moved to help her up. “Where do you feel unwell? I’m taking you to the hospital!”

“Xiaole.”

Fang Zhile instantly froze.

Ye Yu’s hand reached up, rested on her shoulder, and then she gently tilted her head back—

A soft, moist kiss, like a butterfly touching a flower, landed on Fang Zhile’s lips.