The Days and Nights of Being Targeted by a Flirtatious Senior Sister - Chapter 12

Wen Yusheng felt her world was splitting apart.

The data and charts on the computer screen before her began to blur, resembling a pile of scrambled colored blocks swaying and jumping before her eyes until they finally merged into an indistinguishable mass of color.

In her ears, the subtle sounds of turning pages and the tapping of keyboards in the library grew increasingly distant, as if separated by a thick layer of glass.

Her head throbbed with a dull, pulsing pain emanating from deep within her temples. This was followed by waves of chills; despite the library being heated, she felt as though she had fallen into an ice cellar, with the cold seeping out from the very marrow of her bones.

She knew this was her body issuing a warning.

Over the past few days, in order to rush that damned thesis and to deal with the obstacles Wen Zi’ang had set for her at the company, she had pulled several all-nighters in a row. Her daily sleep had been compressed to less than four hours, and her meals were merely a few hurried bites, as she had no appetite at all.

She thought she could hold on.

She had always believed she was made of iron.

But looking at it now, she had overestimated this body of hers, which had been pampered since childhood.

Wen Yusheng took a deep breath, intending to stand up and get a glass of hot water.

However, the moment she moved, she felt the world spin. The world before her eyes turned completely black, and all sound vanished. She only had time to reach out her hand, hoping to steady herself on the table, but she grasped nothing.

Her body simply went limp.

Su Yang was in a very bad mood today.

Because Senior Wen had rejected her “study companion” service.

“I have to meet my supervisor today to discuss the thesis framework, so I probably won’t have time to go to the library. Go to your training by yourself; don’t worry about me.”

This was the WeChat message Wen Yusheng had sent her in the morning.

Looking at the message, Su Yang felt a hollow sensation in her heart.

Even though she knew the Senior was busy with legitimate business, having grown accustomed to being attached to her like a Siamese twin, the sudden “abandonment” made her feel uneasy all over.

During the entire day’s training, she was somewhat absent-minded.

In the afternoon’s scrimmage, she even lost to Zhao Jie—someone who was usually no match for her—due to a low-level blunder.

“Alright, that’s enough out of you. You’re acting like your soul has left your body,” Zhao Jie said, wiping sweat and nudging her with his elbow. “Is it really that serious just because you haven’t seen your precious Senior for one day? You’re acting like you’ve been dumped.”

“You’re the one who’s been dumped!” Su Yang snapped back, though her heart felt even more frustrated.

She didn’t know what was wrong with her.

She was clearly straight, so why did her heart race uncontrollably whenever she thought of Senior Wen? Why did she feel like she had no energy for anything when she didn’t see her for just one day?

This feeling was too foreign and too terrifying for her.

She rubbed her hair in frustration and decided not to think about these messy things.

After training ended, she didn’t rush back to the dormitory as usual. Instead, she jogged slowly around the track alone, hoping to use exercise to clear her mind.

As she ran, she somehow found herself near the School of Economics and Management building.

She knew Wen Yusheng’s supervisor’s office was on the third floor of this building.

She told herself she was just passing by and definitely hadn’t come here on purpose.

She slowed her pace, lingering near the building like a guilty spy. She pretended to stretch while peeking toward the building entrance out of the corner of her eye.

She didn’t even know what she was expecting.

Perhaps she just wanted to see that figure from a distance to confirm she was alright.

Just as she was about to give up and head back to the dorm, she saw Wen Yusheng.

Wen Yusheng walked out of the teaching building.

She was as beautiful as ever, wearing a well-fitted beige trench coat with her long hair draped over her shoulders, holding a thick stack of documents in her arms.

However, her complexion was very poor.

She was as pale as a sheet of paper, and her lips lacked even a trace of color. Her gait was unsteady, as if she were walking on cotton.

Su Yang’s heart instantly tightened.

What happened to Senior?

Was she criticized by her supervisor? Or was she upset by that villainous brother of hers again?

Su Yang wanted to rush forward and ask, but she feared her appearance would be too abrupt and might startle her.

She could only hide behind a large tree, watching anxiously from a distance.

Wen Yusheng didn’t seem to notice her.

She kept her head down, walking slowly toward her dormitory building.

She walked very, very slowly, her body even swaying slightly.

Su Yang’s heart rose to her throat.

She felt the Senior’s state was very wrong.

She wanted to follow her but was afraid of being discovered.

Right as she was locked in a mental struggle, she saw Wen Yusheng, who was walking ahead, suddenly stagger.

Then, before Su Yang’s horrified eyes, the documents she was holding scattered across the ground with a “clatter,” and her entire person went limp like a marionette with its strings cut, collapsing toward the ground.

“Senior!”

Su Yang’s mind went blank; she only had time to let out a cry of alarm.

Without thinking, she lunged out from behind the tree like an arrow released from a bow.

At that moment, all her hesitation, all her internal conflict, and all her self-doubt vanished without a trace.

Only one thought remained in her mind:

She couldn’t let the Senior hit the ground.

Her speed was at its limit.

In the final second before Wen Yusheng’s body could make intimate contact with the cold ground, Su Yang finally reached her side.

She slid forward and extended her arms, steadily catching that teetering body in her embrace.

Wen Yusheng’s body was soft and very light.

Leaning in Su Yang’s arms, she felt like a weightless feather.

But her body was very cold; even through the trench coat, Su Yang could feel an abnormal chill.

“Senior! Senior, wake up!” Su Yang panicked. She gently patted Wen Yusheng’s face, her voice trembling in a way she didn’t even notice.

Wen Yusheng did not respond.

Her eyes were tightly shut, and her long eyelashes cast a fragile shadow on her pale face.

Su Yang’s heart was in complete disarray.

She glanced around; this path was relatively secluded, and almost no one was passing by.

By the time she ran to the main road to call for help and get someone to the school clinic, it would be too late.

She couldn’t wait!

Su Yang made a snap decision.

She grit her teeth, hurriedly stuffed Wen Yusheng’s scattered documents into her own backpack, and then crouched down. Adjusting her posture, she carefully hoisted Wen Yusheng onto her back.

The moment she lifted Wen Yusheng, Su Yang’s heart was stung sharply again.

Too light.

The Senior was simply too light.

She was 172cm tall, yet on Su Yang’s back, she felt no heavier than a bundle of cotton.

Has she even been eating properly?!

Su Yang’s heart was a mix of urgency, anger, and heartache.

But now was not the time for such thoughts.

Holding Wen Yusheng securely, she stretched out her long legs and sprinted toward the school clinic at her maximum speed.

Wen Yusheng hadn’t actually lost consciousness completely.

She had fallen into a semi-conscious state.

She could feel herself falling, but there was no expected pain. She fell into a warm embrace that smelled of familiar sunshine.

Then, she was picked up and carried.

She wanted to open her eyes and say something, but her eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds, and she couldn’t lift them no matter what.

She could only allow herself to lie across that person’s back like a ragdoll.

That person’s back wasn’t broad; one might even say it was a bit slender.

But it was very steady and firm.

Through the thin fabric of their clothes, she could clearly feel the tight lines of the muscles on that person’s back and the surging power contained within them.

She could smell the person’s familiar, clean scent—a mix of sweat and laundry detergent.

She could hear the person’s breath becoming ragged from running, and those strong, powerful heartbeats that sounded like a drum.

Thump, thump, thump.

The sound of that heartbeat was clearly transmitted into her own body through their pressed backs, forming a sharp contrast with her own weak pulse.

Since childhood, Wen Yusheng’s constitution had never been great.

She had been sick and hospitalized before.

But every time, those by her side were either cold nurses or expressionless bodyguards.

Never had there been anyone who, like right now, used their own body to hold up the sky for her.

Never had there been anyone who would run so urgently and whose heart would beat so fast for her sake.

Unconsciously, Wen Yusheng pressed her face closer to that warm back.

She felt like a small boat in a tempestuous sea that had finally found a steady, peaceful harbor to anchor in.

This feeling was very foreign.

Yet it made her feel incredibly… at ease.

Su Yang sprinted all the way, finally bursting through the doors of the school clinic within five minutes.

“Doctor! Doctor, come quickly! Someone fainted!” she shouted as she rushed inside.

A nurse on duty ran out upon hearing the noise. Seeing Wen Yusheng on Su Yang’s back, she was also startled and hurriedly directed Su Yang to place her on an emergency bed.

Soon, a school doctor wearing glasses rushed over.

He performed a series of simple checks on Wen Yusheng, measuring her blood pressure and blood sugar.

“It’s nothing major,” the doctor said, pushing up his glasses as he spoke to Su Yang, who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. “It’s just a fainting spell caused by low blood sugar and excessive fatigue. She’ll be fine after a glucose IV and some rest.”

Hearing those words, Su Yang’s hanging heart finally hit the ground.

She felt her legs go weak.

The nurse soon set up the IV for Wen Yusheng.

The cool liquid flowed drop by drop through the tube and into her body.

Gradually, a bit of color returned to Wen Yusheng’s face.

Su Yang pulled up a chair and sat by the hospital bed, watching her without moving.

She looked at Wen Yusheng’s peaceful sleeping face and the needle in the back of her hand, feeling a wave of lingering fear.

It was all her fault.

If she had insisted on accompanying the Senior today, would she have noticed something was wrong sooner?

If she had been a bit more forceful normally—forcing the Senior to eat more and rest a bit—would she have avoided fainting?

The more Su Yang thought about it, the more she blamed herself, wishing she could slap herself twice.

She kept her watch in total silence, not even daring to blink, fearing that if she did, something else would happen to the Senior.

After an unknown amount of time, the eyelashes of the person on the bed trembled slightly.

Then, slowly, she opened her eyes.

Wen Yusheng’s vision was still a bit blurry.

She blinked a few times before she could see everything clearly.

The white ceiling, the smell of disinfectant, and… a face full of worry and anxiety belonging to Su Yang.

Seeing her wake up, Su Yang immediately leaned in, her voice filled with unmistakable surprise and concern.

“Senior! You’re awake! How do you feel? Do you have any other discomfort?”

Wen Yusheng looked at her and didn’t speak.

Her gaze fell upon Su Yang’s eyes, which were slightly red from tension; it fell upon the damp strands of hair on her forehead from running; and it fell upon those lips that were tightly pursed out of worry.

She suddenly felt that in the twenty-two years she had lived, among all the people she had met—whether their intentions were sincere or fake—their concern for her didn’t seem to equal even one-ten-thousandth of what was flowing from this fool’s eyes at this very moment.

This feeling of being purely and unreservedly worried over…

It seemed it wasn’t bad at all.