Chapter 19

His voice gently lingered in her ear.

But it made Xia Qian feel incredibly ashamed.

"Hughes—"

She didn't dare to look up at him; her ears felt like they were burning. But the pain in her legs was a constant reminder that Xia Qian was injured.

Treatment is needed.

She lowered her head, her small hands clutching the hem of her skirt looking helpless, her eyes lowered, her long, dark eyelashes seemingly trembling.

"Xiaxia," Hughes whispered, reaching out to pull her into his arms, his chin resting on her shoulder.

She was surrounded by Hughes' aura, her entire being enveloped by his spiritual power.

It was as if I had fallen into his cage, and he had trapped me inside.

At the same time, the pain in her legs continued to come, and Xia Qian's whole face wrinkled involuntarily. Even her legs involuntarily shrank, and she let out a pitiful whimper, sounding like a small animal being bullied, which was particularly pitiful.

He silently cast his gaze upon Xia Qian's bare calves, which were covered in wounds, not deep, but still bleeding.

The next second, his icy fingertips reached for her calf, but before he even touched it, Xia Qian couldn't help but say in a wronged tone, "It hurts..."

The voice was very soft, and it sounded especially pitiful.

"The pain will stop soon."

His large hand gripped her waist, pulling her into his arms before Xia Qian could react. When she looked up, she met Hughes's eyes, those deep blue pupils unfathomable, like the most dangerous black vortex, impossible to fathom.

He held her in his arms, and the next second, he raised his other hand. Before Xia Qian could think about what he was going to do, she saw Hughes open his mouth, and the next second, he bit his thumb, and blood flowed from his fingertip.

Blood flowed from his fingertips, reflected in Xia Qian's pupils, causing her to involuntarily gasp for breath.

She is afraid of blood.

Just seeing it makes me feel suffocated.

Even if it was just because of a car accident when I was very young that I developed a fear of heights and hemophobia.

But even now that Xia Qian is all grown up, she still can't overcome it.

She can still vividly recall the scene of the bloodbath whenever she thinks back.

At her worst, even seeing red, a color similar to blood, would make her feel suffocated, and she even fainted several times.

But Hughes' blood seemed to possess a magical power. Even though she felt her hemophobia was starting to kick in, her gaze remained fixed on the blood flowing from his fingertips, as if she were mesmerized, her eyes locked on that spot.

Xia Qian wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she always felt that Hughes's blood was a darker color than that of ordinary people.

The next second, his blood-stained fingertips gently touched her leg, and drops of blood dripped onto her leg, mixing with her blood.

The pain that had been radiating from my leg began to gradually subside at that moment.

Before Xia Qian could even begin to experience it properly, Hughes's fingertips began to move. His blood-stained fingertips traveled from her ankle all the way up.

Even though he wasn't doing anything, Xia Qian couldn't help feeling nervous. She kept her head down, not daring to look up, and could only see his hand with its distinct knuckles slowly moving up her calf to her thigh.

Xia Qian lowered her head even further.

"Hughes—"

Hughes stopped what he was doing.

His hand stopped there, not moving any higher, because that was the boundary where Xia Qian covered her skirt, too ashamed to lift it.

Before the dividing line, the wounds on Xia Qian's calves had all been healed by Hughes.

Only there.

not yet.

Xia Qian covered her skirt, her head already lowered to his chest in embarrassment.

"good."

Hughes hugged Xia Qian tighter, and his hands, which had paused, began to slowly move forward.

Xia Qian trembled, unsure how to react.

That place of hers, she has never let anyone see it—

But Hughes saw it just like that.

Moreover, he's a Hughes who's destined to have other women.

Xia Qian still felt somewhat wronged. She clutched her skirt and said softly, "Let's not do this anymore—"

"You don't like me..."

She gathered her skirt, trying to cover herself completely, but Hughes's icy fingers slowly covered her.

Xia Qian suddenly felt as if she had accidentally fallen into a giant spider web, and no matter how she struggled, it was all in vain. She could only be trapped there, waiting to be eaten by Hughes.

But even knowing that she was weak and no match for the boy in front of her.

But as a girl, what girl wouldn't feel anything if someone looked at that kind of place?

"Hughes—"

Xia Qian covered her skirt, her voice already sounding aggrieved, "Don't do this, I really have never shown that place to anyone."

His eyes darkened.

Those dark pupils seemed to ignite something, but they were so dark that they were invisible to most.

He held Xia Qian in one arm and gently removed her hand from her skirt with the other, saying, "So Xia Xia, be good."

"The Empress is yours."

His fingertips touched the skin of her thigh.

Xia Qian trembled.

At that moment, the wounds on my legs began to heal silently.

He lifted her hands with one hand and placed them on his shoulder. Every time Hughes's fingertips moved forward, Xia Qian's hands would unconsciously tighten their grip on his clothes. "Hughes—"

Hughes lowered his eyes and touched the last scar on Xia Qian's leg with his fingertip. "It's healed."

The color of a young girl is the color of a delicate flower.

Pinkish-white.

A very delicate color.

Hughes raised his eyes, his long, narrow eyes locking onto her, and Xia Qian inexplicably felt as if she were being stared at by a ferocious beast.

"Xiaxia".

Xia Qian trembled.

However, before Hughes could finish speaking, his expression suddenly turned cold.

Before Xia Qian could react, the scene not far away had already appeared in her mind.

Hughes rested his chin on her shoulder, his tone tinged with annoyance, "A swarm of noisy flies has arrived."