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Chapter 184 Deserted Island: Fake Boyfriend 9

It wasn't until it was completely dark that I couldn't see the road ahead.

Only a few people dared to stop and rest.

Shang Ji started a fire.

The clothes they brought with them were taken away by the tribesmen, so they could only rely on fire to keep warm.

After a day of running for their lives, they were so tired that they even had no strength to speak.

Song Xun tilted his head to look at Shang Ji and raised his hand to touch his forehead which was still stained with blood.

Shang Ji turned sideways and avoided it.

Song Xun's hand stayed in mid-air. Inexplicably, he thought of the day when he first met Shang Ji in this world.

The amnesiac man stood alone under the tree, creating a barrier of caution and aloofness.

Exclude everyone from the group.

"I'm fine. I'll be fine in a few days."

Song Xun put down his hand in a daze and responded.

Tang Yiming: "Don't worry about him. He has been acting the same these past few days, as if he has lost his soul."

"Eat something first to fill your stomach." Xia Ming handed the fruit he picked on the road to Song Xun. "You've been worried these past few days. Have a good rest tonight."

The attitude of several people towards Rao Yushu has obviously become much closer. It can be said that when Rao Yushu appeared in the tribe today, in their eyes, it was no different from the arrival of an angel.

The filters are stacked layer by layer.

The previous willfulness and arrogance has turned into straightforwardness and casualness.

There is nothing bad about it.

Tang Yiming started his kinship again: "After we get out, you will be my sworn brother. Tell me what you want and I will definitely get it for you."

What makes Tang Yiming different from those wealthy businessmen is that he doesn’t give people a sense of distance.

There was once a media interview report that analyzed the ranking of the most relaxing and enjoyable working atmospheres, and Yilon Group ranked among the top.

It can be imagined that Tang Yiming is the kind of manager who can get along well with his employees.

"You young people all like sports cars, don't you? It seems like there's a new model coming out recently. What's it called? I'll order it for you in advance as a gift for your recognition of your relationship."

Tang Yiming is a rich and inhumane person.

Song Xun curled his fingers: "No, thank you."

"Yeah, Yu Shu doesn't play these games." Shen Heyun's expression twisted for a moment, then quickly calmed down, "You're just bringing dust to him."

Why does every good thing always happen to Rao Yushu?

Tang Yiming ignored him and continued to ask Song Xun: "What do you like? I'll send it to you when we get out."

Song Xun refused: "Really, I don't need anything."

In fact, he couldn't leave the island at all.

"Why are you being so polite to me?" Tang Yiming put a hand on Song Xun's shoulder, "Just treat me as your real brother, don't use those empty polite words with me."

Shang Ji on the side suddenly stood up.

"We have to get up early tomorrow to travel. We are not out of danger yet. Let's take a rest while we have time."

Tang Yiming put down his arms and became serious.

Those crazy tribesmen were too obsessed with them and might still be searching for them.

The most urgent task is to get out of their territory first.

There was no time to make too many arrangements, so they just sat on the floor to rest that night.

Xia Ming took the initiative to take charge of the night shift.

Ever since Song Xun refused to stand watch for the first time, he never stood watch again and everyone automatically ignored him.

Worried that the tribesmen would catch up with him, Song Xun did not sleep well. He tried to find Shang Ji to say something several times, but he only saw his back with his back to him, and the words on his lips died.

Before daybreak, the group began their escape journey again.

Song Xun refused Shang Ji's offer to carry him on his back. Shang Ji was already injured, so he could just walk slower, not unable to walk.

He was more worried about Shang Ji's injury. There was no hospital or doctor here. If he injured his bones or something serious, it would be a disaster.

Song Xun approached Shang Ji and held him with his hand.

The next moment, his hand fell empty.

Shang Ji pulled his arm out and said calmly: "No, I can walk by myself."

Song Xun slowed down his pace and stared at Shang Ji's back in a daze.

Shang Ji has changed.

Although I will still take care of him as before, and there seems to be nothing wrong with it, it is different after all.

Just like yesterday, he casually handed over the fruit he didn't want to eat to Shang Ji, and in return he said: "No, I can take it myself."

In the past, Shang Ji rarely left his back to him.

It was as if she was deliberately distancing herself from him.

Song Xun suspected whether he had recovered his memory ahead of time, but his reaction was too indifferent. If he had really recovered his memory, he shouldn't have bent down in front of him and extended a helping hand to him as usual, regardless of past grudges.

This is not the right reaction.

Song Xun was a little confused for a moment, feeling empty inside.

After noticing Shang Ji's deliberate distance, he didn't move closer.

On the third day of their journey, they were completely away from the tribe and out of potential danger.

Fortunately, Shang Ji's leg injury has improved and it seems that no bones are broken.

They got back on track and everything was back on track.

Song Xun stared at the road under his feet and took steps of varying depths.

When you see a pair of legs stopped in front of you, look up.

It’s Shang Ji.

Those dark and deep eyes were staring straight at him.

"I'll carry you."

Song Xun shook his head. He thought about Shang Ji's leg injury and said, "I can walk by myself."

The boy's pale face was reflected in Shang Ji's eyes: "You don't look well."

This body has never been truly comfortable, Song Xun still shook his head: "I'm fine."

In fact, he was also angry and was holding a grudge in his heart.

If you don't want to pay attention to me, then I won't pay attention to you either.

Tang Yiming in the front felt a headache when he saw the two of them fighting, so he rolled up his sleeves and said, "Okay, my legs are not injured, I can just carry the Jade Book."

Song Xun resisted instinctively, and just as he was about to say no, his whole body was suspended in the air and lifted up by a pair of strong arms.

It happened in just a moment, and before he could react, Shang Ji had already carried him past Tang Yiming.

Song Xun didn't like this position, so he gave in helplessly: "Put me down first."

Shang Ji seemed to understand that he had compromised. Song Xun fell to the ground and took the initiative to hug his neck and be carried on his back.

Two hours later, Song Xun began to feel something was wrong with his body.

He had always thought that it was due to his poor health and had not taken it seriously, but when he thought about it carefully, he realized that he had experienced several sharp pains in his heart since he was caught by the tribesmen and dragged into the pit.

He was in crisis all the time and didn't have time to care about these things.

But now, this sharp pain is gradually becoming stronger.

Song Xun lay on Shang Ji's shoulder, his forehead soaked with cold sweat, and said lightly: "I want to take a rest."

Shang Ji glanced sideways and met his face which was so pale that there was not a trace of blood in it.

I was startled and stopped in a hurry.

Under the tree, Shang Ji took off his coat and put it on the ground, frowned tightly, helped Song Xun lie down, and stayed by his side.

Song Xun closed his eyes, thinking that resting for a while would ease the pain in his heart.

But this time it was different. The sharp pain in my heart did not go away, but instead became more and more intense.

He covered his chest tightly and his lips turned blue.

"What's going on here?"

A group of people surrounded Song Xun, looking nervous.

Everyone was shocked by this reaction.

Shang Ji's eyes were filled with anxiety, and he growled to the back: "Spread out."

He turned to look at Shen Heyun again: "You are his friend, you must know his physical condition, what is going on with his body?"

Shen Heyun was frightened by his domineering questioning, and her eyes became a little vague.

"Don't be so nervous. He's like this all the time. Just let him rest and he'll be fine."

Shang Ji knelt on the ground, looked back at Song Xun's uncomfortable appearance, and felt helpless and panic in his heart.

He was helpless in the face of the boy's pain, as if there was nothing he could do except wait.

Shang Ji helped him up from the ground, let him lean on his arms, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

She kept whispering, "It's okay, it'll be fine, it will be fine soon."

Song Xun saw a black light in front of his eyes, and the voices in his ears were unclear and could not convey the meaning to his brain.

His breathing became rapid, and he felt that every beat of his heart was exerting its full strength.

There is always a risk of a strike.

Song Xun found it ridiculous. He had thought that he would die at the hands of the tribesmen, and that he would be thrown on the island to fend for himself. He had never imagined that he might die halfway due to his poor physique.

But soon, he had no time to think about these things, as the intense suffocation made him tighten his cuffs.

A warm hand fell on the back of my cold hand, and a gentle voice kept ringing in my ears.

He knew it was Shang Ji, but he couldn't respond.

The sounds seemed to be gradually moving away from him, becoming blurred and dissipating into the air.

The fingers in his palm became stiff and cold, Shang Ji's other hand that was resting on Songxun's cheek trembled, and the weak breathing gradually faded.

At this moment, Shang Ji clearly felt the fragile life in his arms dissipating.

A huge panic swept over him. In the face of death, nothing mattered. Shang Ji's entanglements and ridiculous concerns became insignificant.

Shen Heyun stood aside: "Just let him be alone for a while, nothing will happen."

"Shut up."

Shang Ji looked grim.

Shen Heyun was frightened by the terrifying aura emanating from him. She shuddered with fear and dared not speak at all.

Shang Ji laid Song Xun flat on the ground, forced himself to suppress his trembling hands, and unbuttoned his clothes around his neck.

Overlap your hands and begin chest compressions.

The young man on the ground was thin and did not react at all.

Shang Ji lifted his chin with one hand and leaned over to give him air.

His movements were calm and standard. He did not dare to pause for even a second. The faint heartbeat beneath his palm kept reminding him.

Rao Yushu may disappear from this world at any time.

Shang Ji did not accept this possibility.

"Does he have a heart disease?" Xia Ming asked uncertainly.

Shang Ji suddenly stopped and looked at Shen Heyun.

Being stared at intently, Shen Heyun spoke with a guilty tone as she admitted, "...Yes, yes."

Xia Ming quickly took out a small bottle from his pocket, poured out the last pill from it, and handed it to Shang Ji.

"My grandfather has coronary heart disease, and everyone in my family keeps medicine on hand."

Shang Ji did not waste any time. He pinched Song Xun's jaw with his fingers, forcing him to open his mouth, and placed the pill under his tongue to achieve the fastest effect.

After doing all this, Shang Ji still didn't dare to stop and continued to take first aid measures.

Only when he felt the boy's heartbeat and breathing become steady and his lips had a light red color did he stop with weak hands and feet.

He staggered two steps when he stood up, and Tang Yiming helped him up.

Shang Ji pushed him away and walked straight towards Shen Heyun.

His expression was frighteningly gloomy. Shen Heyun stepped back in fear, but before she could react, she was knocked to the ground by a vicious punch.

Shen Heyun's ears tinnitus occurred from the beating, and he trembled while covering the bleeding corner of his mouth.

Tang Yiming and Xia Ming didn't react either. Seeing that Shang Ji was about to attack, they hurried forward and held him back.

"Don't be impulsive. Let's not start an internal conflict."

"Stop fighting and calm down, Shang Ji."

Shen Heyun took the opportunity to roll back and said, "Why did you hit me? It's not me who caused Rao Yushu to be like this."

The veins on Shang Ji's forehead bulged, and for the first time, he used swear words.

"Is your mouth a f*cking decoration? Why didn't you say anything at the beginning? Why didn't you f*cking say anything—"

Neither Tang Yiming nor Xia Ming were able to hold him back. Shen Heyun was kicked twice in succession and he dodged in a panic, protecting his head.

Xia Ming reacted quickly: "Yu Shu still needs someone to take care of him. He can't leave without someone."

Shang Ji raised his fist and then put it down. He withdrew his cold gaze from Shen Heyun and turned back to Rao Yushu.

His hand, still trembling slightly with fear, fell on the boy's face.

Feeling that his body temperature was a little cool, she sat down and pulled the boy into her arms, hugging him tightly. She lowered her head and pressed her face lovingly against the side of his face, surviving the disaster.

Shen Heyun was wailing on the ground: "What does Rao Yushu's illness have to do with me? Do I have the obligation to be responsible for him? He is a sickly person, why would he hit me!"

"Will it be useful if I tell you? How would I know Xia Ming has medicine on him?"

Neither Tang Yiming nor Xia Ming had any intention of paying attention to him and just let him cry on the ground.

No matter what Shen Heyun thought, he could just turn a blind eye to a matter of life and death, and even fan the flames. No one knew what he was thinking.

The ones who suffer the most are classmates and friends, who stab you in the back.

They only knew that Rao Yushu was lazy and willful, but never thought about the reason.

Rao Yushu was just sick, he did nothing wrong. Any strenuous exercise and emotions would increase the burden on the heart. The one who was wrong was Shen Heyun. He was the one who had been subtly emphasizing Rao Yushu's unreasonable behavior.

Night falls.

After several days of long journey, Song Xun finally had a good sleep.

When I woke up, I found myself curled up in a warm embrace.

Shang Ji soon discovered that he was awake, so he leaned forward slightly and took the meat that had been roasted early in the morning and heated by the fire.

"You must be hungry. Eat something quickly."

A man's gentle voice was heard in his ears, and Song Xun stared blankly at Shang Ji as he returned to his usual state.

She turned her face away in a bit of anger: "I have my own hands, I don't need you to feed me."

Shang Ji put his arms around him, knowing what made him angry.

"Before... it was my fault. Be good, don't be mad at me. You're not well yet."

"Let's live well in the future and let the past go."

"Not good." Song Xun got rid of the discomfort in his body and his mood suddenly became cheerful.

Thinking about how Shang Ji had ignored her love before, she became filled with anger.

It was nothing at first, but once Shang Ji gave in, Song Xun began to feel aggrieved. Maybe it was because he tended to be pretentious when he was sick, so he broke free from Shang Ji's arms.

"Don't you want to pay attention to me? You are not allowed to hug me."