Chapter 51: Rain in the Barren Land, Deeply Devoted

"I'm your husband..." Di Feisheng coaxed softly, one hand slipping quietly under his loose shirt, the scorching heat of her palm pressing unimpeded against the slightly cool skin of his heart. The sudden, direct contact made Li Lianhua inhale sharply, her body instantly stiffening, her eyes widening slightly in a hint of panic.

"Are you scared?" Di Feisheng stared into his eyes, but his fingertips drew circles around his heart very slowly and with a certain torturous rhythm, feeling the heart under his palm gradually changing from steady to panic, beating faster and faster.

Li Lianhua was speechless, only shaking his head, then nodding, his breathing becoming rapid. He didn't understand what this feeling was, but he instinctively felt helpless.

"Be good..." Di Feisheng's kiss fell on his slightly trembling eyelids, while the other hand began to move slowly down.

"Where do you feel uncomfortable?" Di Feisheng whispered with her lips pressed against the corner of his lips, her breath hot.

Li Lianhua suddenly hunched over, looking at Di Feisheng blankly and helplessly, as if she didn't understand why her body had become like this.

(A group of scorpions walk by)

"Go to sleep." He held her in his arms again, pulled the quilt up, his voice low and satisfied.

Li Lianhua closed her eyes exhaustedly and soon fell into a deep and sweet sleep, as if everything that had just happened was just a vague dream.

Di Feisheng couldn't fall asleep for a long time. He stared at the peaceful sleeping face of the person in his arms, his fingertips lingering over the slightly swollen lips and moist corners of the eyes, his heart filled with great satisfaction and a deep sense of guilt.

The night candle burned out, plunging the room into darkness. This, far from quenching the thirsty beast within Di Feisheng, only fed his deep-seated, almost paranoid possessiveness, making it even more ferocious. He longed to confirm it more thoroughly, to completely brand his lost and recovered treasure, from body to soul, and let it become part of his very being.

He began to become dissatisfied.

During the day, he remained her meticulous guardian, feeding her, combing her hair, accompanying her in copying Chinese characters, and reading simple travelogues. Li Lianhua's dependence on him grew deeper and deeper, occasionally leaning in close, rubbing her cool cheek against the back of his hand, or clutching his sleeve to fall asleep. This pure trust, like the strongest aphrodisiac, burned Di Feisheng's sanity.

The night became the web he carefully wove.

That night, the candlelight was dimmer than usual, and the air was filled with a faint, sweet and slightly astringent fragrance - it was the "Soft Jade Warm Fragrance" carefully blended by the medicine demon, which could perfectly relax the skin and moisturize dryness.

After washing up, Li Lianhua, still wearing only his plain white undergarments, sat obediently on the edge of the bed, waiting for Di Feisheng to dry his hair as usual. His eyes were clear, filled with complete trust, and the incense even gave his features a more lazy and gentle look than usual.

Di Feisheng's grip on the towel tightened slightly, his Adam's apple rolling. He walked up behind him, gently wiping his silvery hair, his gaze fixed on his slender neck and the delicate clavicle beneath the slightly open collar.

"Lotus," he began, his voice a little deeper and hoarse than usual, "Let's play a game tonight... okay?"

Li Lianhua turned her head blankly and blinked at him: "...Game?"

"Well," Di Feisheng put down the towel, walked around to him, half-knelt down, and looked him in the eye. Her fingertips lightly brushed through his scattered hair. Her eyes were as deep as a whirlpool, carrying a bewitching power. "A game... that only you and I can play."

He pulled a small, sparkling white jade box from his bosom and opened it. Inside was a cream with a warm, sweet medicinal aroma. "Use this..." He dipped a little and gently applied it to Li Lianhua's cool lips. "Here, try it first."

Li Lianhua licked it subconsciously and tasted a hint of sweetness. She nodded obediently and let the slightly cool paste melt on her lips, bringing a moisturizing feeling.

Di Feisheng's eyes darkened, and his fingertips slowly moved down, carrying the ointment, lightly stroking his jaw and neck. His voice was as low as a whisper, and his breath was hot.

Li Lianhua's body trembled slightly, as if she felt a little itchy, but she did not dodge because of the cool and comfortable feeling brought by the ointment and the familiar and reassuring look in Di Feisheng's eyes. She just looked at him puzzledly.

"So good." Di Feisheng kissed his forehead as a reward, and then very slowly untied the laces of his underwear.

Li Lianhua shuddered when the slightly cool air touched her skin. A trace of instinctive panic flashed across her eyes, and she subconsciously tried to grab her loose clothes.

"Don't be afraid," Di Feisheng held his slightly cold hand and warmed it in his palm, while his other hand firmly and gently stroked his smooth shoulder and applied the ointment carefully.

The sweet aroma grew stronger, and the drug's effects gradually took effect. Li Lianhua felt his body become strange, limp and powerless. His resistance gradually faded, and his eyes became more confused. Like a cat being stroked, he unconsciously let out a subtle hum.

Seeing this, Di Feisheng's breathing became heavier.

"Woo..." Li Lianhua was a little overwhelmed by the sudden and fierce kiss. She struggled slightly with her hands and feet, but Di Feisheng held her tighter in his arms.

His eyes were filled with tears as he stared blankly at the pair of eyes filled with intense desire and deep affection, subconsciously seeking comfort, "...afraid..."

The candle wax slowly accumulated, and the temperature inside the tent was scorching.

Di Feisheng hugged the person in his arms tightly and put on his soft pajamas again, as if he were a rare treasure.

Li Lianhua curled up in his arms, exhausted, tears still lingering on her eyelashes, her cheeks flushed with an unprecedented, passionate blush. Her breathing gradually evened out, and she fell into a deep sleep. Her expression of complete trust, as if everything she had just experienced was truly just a somewhat tiring but harmless "game."

Di Feisheng couldn't fall asleep for a long time. He stared at the peaceful sleeping face, his fingertips tracing his outline over and over again, with deep love and a lingering, despicable relief in his eyes.

He used the most despicable means to confine his moonlight.

Night after night, this "game" became an unspoken secret between the two. Li Lianhua remained ignorant.

Di Feisheng was lost in it, unable to extricate himself. It all made him even more certain—this person was his. Having lost and found her again, he couldn't afford to make any more mistakes in this life.