"Le Yin bro, you're really humorous."
Yan Gēr forced a smile: "Could there be anyone else called Qin Le Yin?"
"I suppose not... I am Qin Le Yin now."
Le Yu rubbed his temples, pushing away distractions of poetry and distant lands, and looked at them, asking, "Is there something you need?"
The Shi Family members exchanged glances. Although they were indignant earlier, they couldn't help being a bit cowardly when the time came. Only Yan Gēr put an arm around Le Yu's shoulder and asked warmly, "Le Yin bro, feeling better? I heard you were unconscious and carried onto the ship this morning."
"Feeling better, thank you for your concern," Le Yu replied, "Just some lingering weakness in the limbs, but should be fine after a few hours of sleep."
Le Yu only remembered drinking Jing Zhengwei's blood until he passed out and when he regained consciousness, he was lying in the Shi Family's ship, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling.
