Chapter 1212 I want to put her fingers in my mouth...

"A-choo! A-choo—"

Before he could say anything, Yan Yi sneezed several times at Wen Huoran and tears came out.

She felt extremely terrified and looked at the other person guiltily, wondering if she was allergic to the villain.

Wen Huoran frowned, finding it unbelievable.

"Your Majesty," Yan Yi was panicked for a moment, his voice trembling, "Your Majesty, please forgive me, I-I must have caught a cold."

Wen Huoran didn't respond, but stretched out his hand expressionlessly and placed it on her lips.

Yan Yi subconsciously turned his head away, thinking that the villain was going to slap him, and his heart was in his throat.

Unexpectedly, Wen Huoran just bent his thumb and index finger, gently brushed her nose, and picked out two cat hairs that had gotten into her nostrils.

Unable to hold it back, Yan Yi sneezed several times in a row.

Looking at the unknown liquid splashing on the back of his hand, Wen Huoran frowned even deeper.

Seeing the disdain in his eyes, Yan Yi quickly made way and asked the villain to leave the room. "Your Majesty, please wait a moment. I'll get some hot water to clean you up."

After saying that, she paused for a moment, and seeing that the other party did not refuse, she hurriedly turned around to fetch water. She couldn't help but mutter in her heart that the villain clearly knew how to use the cleansing spell, but was happy to watch her busy herself, without any empathy at all.

After boiling water, Yan Yi called out softly, "Your Majesty, the hot water is here."

Wen Huoran stood still, signaling Yan Yi to come over to him. Yan Yi gritted his teeth, feeling furious that the villain was asking him to help clean up.

Glancing at the other person's hand that was shimmering with moisture, Yan Yi compromised spinelessly. After all, it was her saliva that was restless and crossed the line.

To express her apology, she slowly moved behind Wen Huoran, put her hands on his lower back, and pushed him hard to the long table.

Yan Yi lifted his sleeves, tested the water temperature, then grabbed Wen Huoran's saliva-stained hand with both hands and slowly immersed it in the warm water.

Thinking that the villain was over 800 years old and had the same knowledge as a 20-year-old mortal like her, Yan Yi felt somewhat unhappy and unconsciously increased the strength in her hands.

Suddenly, she felt Wen Huoran's fingers move, and his fingertips gently scraped across her palm. Yan Yi gathered her thoughts and realized that she had rubbed the back of the villain's hand red.

Yan Yi smiled awkwardly and said softly, "Your Majesty, I wanted to clean it more thoroughly, so I was a little too heavy-handed."

Wen Huoran withdrew his hand, and the hot water dripped into the water through his fingertips, creating ripples.

Yan Yi hurriedly took a towel to wipe him clean, but when he turned around, the villain had already used a spell to clean the water stains on his hands.

Yan Yi: “…”

With the handkerchief tightly twisted in her hands, Yan Yi wanted to slap him in the face with the handkerchief in her hand. It was obvious that the villain was deliberately teasing her.

I should rub off a layer of skin on the back of his hand to vent my anger!

After pouring out the used water, Yan Yi returned to the desk. Following Wen Huoran's gaze, he caught a glimpse of an open cinnabar box on the desk. His heart skipped a beat and he froze in place.

Last time, the villain discovered the signs of the talisman burning and caught her for questioning -

Thinking of this, Yan Yi quickly spoke frankly: "Your Majesty, my cousin wrote to say hello, and I just wrote a reply. It's just some ordinary greetings, please understand. We are not plotting any shameful plans, it's just-"

Wen Huoran finally spoke: "You—are you very close to your cousin?"

Yan Yi was anxious to prove his innocence and clear himself of the charge of being a spy. He was startled when he heard this, but he didn't notice the displeasure in his tone. He continued to talk nonsense according to the plot he had compiled in the past.

"Yes. My cousin and I grew up together and have a very deep bond. He's very caring. Whenever he sees something delicious or fun, he always thinks of me first and doesn't want to leave—"

Before he could finish his words, Wen Huoran knocked on the edge of the table impatiently. He then took out a red crystal from his pocket, placed it on the desk, and changed the subject abruptly: "What is the origin of this pendant?"

The talking in the room stopped abruptly. Yan Yi swallowed nervously, staring at the red crystal given to her by the system without blinking. She thought to herself that she was doomed, the villain was getting to the bottom of the matter and asking about it.

She racked her brains and talked until her mouth was dry, just to change the subject and try to make the villain forget about it.

I thought it was almost over!

Unexpectedly, the villain just said one word and she was beaten back to her original form.

Yan Yi hung his head, blinked guiltily, and said with a stiff upper lip: "Your Majesty, this crystal pendant is our family heirloom, it is here to keep you safe."

Wen Huiran didn't respond and asked in a deep voice, "Want to take it back?"

Yan Yi was stunned by this question. Not understanding the villain's intention, she nodded repeatedly and asked softly, "Will Your Majesty return it to me?"

Wen Huoran chuckled, and neither offered to return it to her nor refused. He stared at Yan Yi, and saw a layer of fine beads of sweat oozing from her fair forehead, which frightened him.

"Are you afraid of me?"

This discovery made him feel unhappy. In the past, it was understandable that mortal female doctors were afraid of him. After all, he almost strangled someone to death.

Now, he thought that the relationship between them was different. Wen Huoran could clearly feel that Yan Yi treated him with great care and consideration.

You should no longer be afraid of him.

"No." Yan Yi quickly denied it. She sensed a dangerous aura from the villain's expression, and her intuition told her that the villain was a little angry.

After hearing her answer, Wen Xuran raised his eyebrows unconsciously and asked, "Why are you sweating so much?"

Yan Yi subconsciously raised her hand and touched her forehead, which was covered with sticky sweat. She pinched her fingertips, pursed her lips and smiled softly, but her smile was not very pleasing to the eye.

"I——" I was so nervous after bragging so much that I was worried I wouldn't be able to come back to earth. I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat.

There was a buzzing sound in his ears, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze. Yan Yi opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. The back of his clothes was wet with cold sweat.

His eyes fell on the crystal pendant on the desk, and Yan Yi reached out to take it as if possessed.

Wen Huoran was prepared. He pressed a slender and powerful hand against the back of her hand, stopping her little movement, and put the pendant into his arms again.

“Ouch!”

His fingers hit the edge of the table, hurting so much that Yan Yi couldn't help but scream.

The little fox suddenly ran out of the bedroom, looked at the two people "wrestling" and immediately got scared.

It first opened its mouth wide and let out a low "woooo" growl towards Wen Huoran, its back arched and its two-colored pupils widened like copper bells.

He looked ferocious, as if Wen Huoran was an unforgivable villain.

Wen Huoran was unmoved. Yan Yi had one hand restrained and his vision blocked by him, so he couldn't see Xiaoli's movements clearly.

The tabby cat became even more anxious, and pounced towards Wen Huoran with its teeth bared. With a sharp cat cry, a bloody cut was left on the back of Wen Huoran's left hand.

He suddenly loosened his grip, glanced at the bloody scratch, and then shifted his gaze to the little cat. He felt that this tabby cat was particularly similar to her owner.

They are both timid and fearful. Whenever he approaches, I instinctively want to avoid him, but he will bite if I provoke him.

Yan Yi quickly ran over, hugged Xiaoli in his arms, and apologized to Wen Huoran repeatedly: "Your Majesty, Xiaoli is usually very gentle and well-behaved. She just attacked me because she mistakenly thought you were trying to embarrass me. Please don't blame Xiaoli. She is just an ordinary tabby cat who knows nothing."

An ordinary tabby cat?

Wen Huoran disagreed. He glanced at Yan Yi and the tabby cat, and inexplicably felt a bit of amusement - it really is true that the kind of owner will determine the character of the cat.

Seeing that he had no intention of pursuing the matter, Yan Yi breathed a sigh of relief. He hurriedly sent Xiaoli back to the bedroom, whispered a few words of comfort to her, and then returned to the desk.

"Your Majesty, let me help you clean your wound."

She picked up the tweezers and used gauze dipped in medicine to clean the blood stains on the edge of the wound. She whispered, "Being scratched by a cat may cause infection with a virus. You need to get a shot—"

Having said that, she suddenly realized something and suddenly raised her head to look at the villain, just meeting his gaze.

"What needs to be done?" Wen Huoran asked her with interest.

Yan Yi pursed his lips, thinking that there was no rabies vaccine in this place, and almost let the cat out of the bag.

Without waiting for her to reply, Wen Huoran gently covered the wound with the palm of his right hand, and took it away after a moment. The skin on the back of his hand returned to normal, and the scratch disappeared.

Yan Yi opened his mouth slightly, lowered his eyes and glanced at the tip of his index finger that was swollen and red from the collision, with envy in his eyes. He couldn't help muttering, "You are worthy of being a demon. Mortals like me don't have such a good recovery ability."

"Give me your hand." Wen Huoran suddenly said. Yan Yi was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses - the big villain finally found his conscience!

Wen Huoran held his index finger in his palm. A cool breath instantly came over and wrapped around the entire finger, and the dull pain gradually disappeared.

Yan Yi raised his fingers in front of his eyes, and his brows were filled with joy.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Wen Huoran didn't respond, her eyes glued to Yan Yi's index finger. Looking at her slender and soft fingertips, she suddenly felt an urge in her heart - she wanted to put her finger in her mouth and wrap it completely with her lips and tongue.

A strange feeling rose from his waist and abdomen. Wen Huoran quickly looked away, staring at the crystal pendant on the desk intentionally or unintentionally.

The restless mood finally calmed down. Wen Xuran did not give up and brought up the previous conversation, saying in a stiff tone, "You are afraid of me."

After the incident, Yan Yi gradually calmed down. An idea struck him, and he came up with a convincing explanation: "Your Majesty, I'm not afraid of you. It's just that I can't find the heirloom, and I'm scared to death."

After saying this, she quietly raised her head and carefully measured Wen Huoran's expression. Seeing his brows relaxed, Yan Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

I spent the whole night in fear and almost got scared to death.

However, before I could finally settle down, a teleportation talisman appeared out of nowhere, and then a letter was placed on the desk, attracting a lot of attention.

Yan Yi thought it was a reply from her cousin and reached out to take it, but Wen Huoran grabbed her by the back of the collar and pulled her aside.

Watching the villain pick up the letter and open it without asking any questions, Yan Yi was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

It's disgusting to pry into someone's privacy without their consent. If this old antique lived in the real world, he would be beaten to a pulp!

However, Yan Yi was angry but dared not say anything and could only stare blankly.

Wen Huoran read the letter quickly, then handed it to her.

Yan Yi curled his lips, feeling dissatisfied. He took the letter and read it. His ears immediately felt hot and his face was filled with shame.

This was the news sent back by the Demon Realm guards who were sent out to gather intelligence.

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