She rushed down the stairs to the boys' side, and with a glance, she ascertained that Youyou was having a relapse .

“Bring him up to the bed first; lie him flat or help him sit!”

During hyperventilation, one would often be unable to breathe, the heart would be in pain from asphyxiation 1 , and the person would subconsciously curl up .

However, doing so would make it harder to breathe . The person must be laid flat or sat up in order to relieve the symptoms .

Just as she moved to take the younger boy from his older brother, Uncle Qiao, the butler who was dressed in a tuxedo, stepped forward from the side at once and respectfully said, “Madam, I'll do it . ”

Madam…

She was caught off guard by his form of address, but she was past caring now as she watched the butler carry her child into the bedroom .

She brought over a paper bag and, hugging the boy by his shoulders, pa.s.sed it to him . “Youyou, here . This…”

She was so anxious that she could barely speak .

The boy still held a bit of consciousness in him . Taking the proffered paper bag, he covered his mouth and nose and kept breathing deeply into it . Breathing deeply…

Mu Yazhe pursed his lips upon seeing that Youyou seemed to be in terrible pain . He felt a little helpless .

He asked, “Is he having a relapse?”

Little Yichen hovered protectively at the bedside over his twin . Hearing his father probe about his brother's condition, he promptly looked at her with baffled eyes . “Mommy, what's wrong with little brother?”

She calmed down her tense emotions and a.s.sured him astutely . “It's all right . Little Yichen, you don't have to worry . ”

With that, she glanced up at the man . “Where's Youyou's luggage? The bottles of medicine I brought are in it . ”

Not waiting for his master to answer, the butler chimed in, “The luggage has been put away; I'll bring it here right away . ”

“Oh, thanks, then!”

“You're welcome, madam . ” The butler politely replied, immediately leaving the room to retrieve the luggage .

Despite her comforting words, Little Yichen still felt guilty .

He did not know that his little brother had such a serious ailment .

He also did not know what illness it was .

They were initially playing volleyball . From the very start, Youyou was unhappy to play with him, but afraid that his return would disrupt their parents' time together, he immediately provoked him .

Naturally, his younger brother was unwilling to back down and played with him for a few rounds .

He was much more talented in sports than the former, so his brother could naturally not best him .

As such, he gave way to him . They competed by points, and he tried to keep their scores even .

Gradually, his brother came to realize that he was giving way to him . Feeling indignant, Youyou's desire to win for real swelled .

The younger boy did not have many mates, so he seldom played with other children .

He had neither peers nor friends around his age .

It was his first time playing a game, but he was smart and got familiar with the rules quickly .

The weather was a little hot and sunny today .

Near the sh.o.r.e, where the sun was un.o.bstructed, it was baking .

It shone directly on their skin .

Even though Little Yichen had previously applied sunblock on him, after a few rounds, Youyou still felt his heartbeat accelerating and his stamina gradually fading .

The gap in their scores increased bit by bit .

Youyou was indignant .

“This is the last round already; whoever wins gets to sleep with mommy tonight!” the older kid suddenly announced .

Displeased, the younger boy shouted his protest . “No!”

“Are you scared to lose?”

The boy was fl.u.s.tered as he declared, “Regardless of who's the winner, you can't sleep with mommy . Mommy is mine!”

“Then… mommy sleeps with daddy . ”

Wanting to tease him, Little Yichen pondered and then said that .