Ye Haochuan exclaimed in surprise, then his figure flickered and he arrived beside Zhao Ruqian. He pulled her hand away and carefully observed her.
"Wh...What's wrong?"
Zhao Ruqian looked at Ye Haochuan's actions with great curiosity, not understanding what he was doing.
"Ruqian, do you feel anything?"
Ye Haochuan looked around, but discovered nothing, so he couldn't help but ask.
"I don't feel anything. Ye Haochuan, you just said not to let something get close to the baby. Is it still there?"
Zhao Ruqian shook her head, then asked nervously. Compared to herself, she was more worried about the baby's safety—perhaps this was maternal love.
"I think it might have entered your body."
Ye Haochuan sat on the stool by the bedside and said in a low voice, "Ruqian, I'll go into your soul and take a look. Don't be nervous. With me here, you'll both be fine."
