A Beta Who Was Courted Crazily for Love (Translated)

Chapter 92

Chapter 92

The more flustered a person is, the more likely they are to make mistakes.

This sentence perfectly summarized Yang An's current situation—

The vines he could normally control with ease were failing him at a critical moment.

The entire cabin was filled with vines, layered upon each other, freely hanging down, creating a scene vibrant with greenery, turning the narrow space in front of his bed into something resembling a water curtain cave.

Yang An pressed his lips tightly together, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and his earlobes were red as if they were bleeding. He couldn't retract the vines at all, or rather, the number he could retract was insignificant compared to the total.

The vines were retracting at a snail's pace, with every little reduction seeming painfully obvious.

Yang An's expression grew increasingly serious, his pitch-black pupils fixed on the vines. Mr. Yu, on the other hand, still wore a gentle expression, calmly sitting on the edge of the bed. His beautiful silver hair was splayed out, the strands brushing against the lush green leaves. The dark green vines were intertwined around his neck, arms, chest, thighs, and ankles, crisscrossing him. His neatly pressed shirt was wrinkled by the vines, looking disheveled.

He softly reassured the beta, "Xiao An, don't be nervous. You might have just exhausted your strength. Just wait a moment."

Yang An couldn't hold back any longer, letting out a long sigh as he collapsed onto Mr. Yu's body. "How could this happen..."

Then, carefully, he wrapped his arms around him. "I'm sorry; I don't know how this happened..."

He rubbed Mr. Yu's wrist, which was marked with red from the vines, wishing the vines would disappear a little faster.

"Does it hurt?" Yang An asked, his heart aching.

Mr. Yu softly replied, "It doesn't hurt; it just looks scary. Don't worry."

Yang An felt increasingly guilty, murmuring, "Why did I trigger the vines while sleeping? I need to get checked later..."

The vines had not actually restrained Mr. Yu's movement; the binding was very light, more like playing than a deadly weapon. Thus, Mr. Yu had not attempted to stop or attack when the vines wrapped around him, patiently waiting for the beta to wake up.

"It's not your fault," Mr. Yu gently stroked Yang An's face. "Maybe I was too close to you, triggering your defensive instincts."

He had just hurried to the lounge after finishing a meeting and, upon learning that the beta was resting in the sleep pod, had entered quietly.

The beta, deep in slumber, exuded a calm atmosphere. Unable to resist, Mr. Yu wanted to lie down and briefly rest alongside him.

Unexpectedly, the vines attacked without warning, attaching themselves to him, and the sleeping beta woke up, panicking and mumbling a name.

Yang An's strange silence made him feel that the vines had little to do with it, the true culprit was the one from his dream...

"Xiao An?" Mr. Yu noticed Yang An's daze, his eyes darkening, and softly called out, "What are you thinking about?"

"Ah?" Yang An came back to his senses, looking up. "I wasn't thinking about anything..."

"Qing Yan, can this vine be directly destroyed with your ability?"

Mr. Yu's smile faded slightly. Was the beta changing the topic?

He sank into thought, his tone gentle, "It can be, but I don't recommend it. After all, the vines are embedded with your spiritual energy; forcibly destroying them isn't ideal."