Apocalypse Prefer the Beast World Real Estate Market (Joyread) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112 Strange Feeling

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Micah’s tail coiled tighter and tighter around Ziven, bones creaking audibly under the pressure.

Rosalie kept compressing Leon’s chest until her arms went numb. Only then did she stop, dropping to her knees as the cold wind brushed against her face.

Looking at Leon lying lifelessly on the ground, she felt like someone had ripped her soul out. The pain crashed over her, finally condensing into a single tear that fell onto his face.

Hoarsely, she whispered, “Leon, wake up.”

Suddenly, Leon’s pinky twitched. Rosalie thought she’d imagined it-until a second later, he lurched and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Rosalie’s heart leapt, and she immediately resumed CPR.

The system’s pill could deal with the venom in his body-it was his shut-down organs that were the real problem.

Now that Leon’s body was rejecting the snake poison, all she had to do was shock his stalled heart back into working.

Rosalie didn’t dare waste another second. Never mind that he’d just coughed up blood-she sealed her mouth over his and breathed for him.

At last, Leon’s eyelids fluttered open a crack. Seeing Rosalie’s normally upbeat, confident face soaked in tears, he moved his lips, the words slurred and indistinct-but she understood.

He said, “Matriarch, don’t cry.”

Seeing that he was finally conscious, Rosalie only cried harder. Still sobbing, she hoisted Leon onto Gael’s back and climbed onto Julien’s herself, and the whole group bolted for home.

When they reached the house, Cameron and Elijah-on guard duty-were stunned by how wrecked everyone looked.

Rosalie ordered Cameron to boil water and had Ziven thrown into the woodshed and locked

She stripped Leon out of his shredded, filthy clothes and used a wet piece of beast-hide to wipe every trace of grime from his face and body.

The basin of clear water turned blood-red. A massive gash ran across his firm abs, flesh torn open; with a wound that big, she had no choice but to stitch it up.

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Rosalie exchanged for medical needle and thread from the system, steadied her hands, and sank in the first stitch. Leon’s muscles twitched, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Rosalie bit down on her lip and steeled herself, stitching the rest of the wound in one go.

Leon trembled with pain, and Rosalie was drenched in sweat.

Once she’d finished with the front wound, Rosalie carefully rolled him onto his side to deal with the two punctures in his back.

She packed the bites with medicinal herbs, then wrapped a special beast bandage from his back around to his chest, binding it all tight.

After tending to every last injury on Leon’s body, Rosalie had the system run a full check on his condition.

It reported that he was stable now, just extremely weak.

The healing tonic outside had finished boiling as well. Ignoring the bitterness, Rosalie took a mouthful and fed it to Leon, one sip at a time.

When she was done, she wiped the cold sweat from his brow and trudged toward the door on heavy legs.

She headed for the river, ready to change and wash. She couldn’t stand the stench of sweat clinging to her anymore.

She undressed and stepped into the river, but the icy water shocked her already frayed nerves. Her body swayed-and she slipped, falling straight in.

Someone who’d been hiding in the shadows shot out, scooping her up from the water and pulling her against his chest.

Elijah looked at Rosalie’s bloodless lips shining faintly under the moonlight, then leaned down to press his mouth to hers. He tasted the faintly salty sweetness of river water.

His expression was complicated, the usually sharp curve of his mouth drooping, his eyes filled with confusion.

Why did he care this much about Rosalie? Had he … actually fallen for her?

Elijah shrugged off his own beast-hide and wrapped the naked Rosalie in it, then carried her back to the house step by step.

At the doorway, Micah blocked his path, smiling without warmth. “You can hand the Matriarch

over to me.”

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