Chapter 61 Fortunately, he stopped.

She had been feeling a slight itching sensation on her body, but as he kissed her, she felt dizzy and all the pain disappeared.

She unconsciously yielded, closing her eyes and entwining with him, reluctant to part.

But not long after, she opened her eyes again and reached out to grab the hand that was groping her waist. Jing Qianheng's hand was grabbed, and his eyes slowly opened. He parted his lips slightly and kissed her deeper.

Jiang Zhishui's eyes widened in shock. The hand on her waist was no longer holding on; it was climbing upwards. In a panic, she used both hands to stop it.

Her hands were pressed down by him, pinned against the pillow. She tried to kick her legs to escape, but he pressed his body against hers and quickly caught up. Their lips met. She remembered their passionate encounter that time. Now, in bed, they were entwined in tender intimacy. If this continued, she didn't know how far things would spiral out of control. Jiang Zhishui's heart pounded, her mind buzzed, and she found it extremely difficult to stay awake.

Jing Qianheng's barely concealed possessiveness was gradually pressuring her. Jiang Zhishui wanted to let things continue, but at the same time, she unconsciously shrank back and tried to avoid him.

Jiang Zhishui struggled suddenly, and Jing Qianheng released one of his hands. She took the opportunity to cover Jing Qianheng's mouth with her hand and pushed him away forcefully. The two looked at each other. Jing Qianheng looked down and saw that Jiang Zhishui's clothes were disheveled, her breathing was rapid, and she looked flustered.

His eyes were filled with desire as he stared intently at the person beneath him, then opened his lips and gently bit her palm.

Jiang Zhishui's hand was still pinned above her head by Jing Qianheng. She was bitten and could only let out a muffled groan. Her eyes were misty, her forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and she looked helplessly at the person above her, looking completely miserable and bullied.

Jing Qianheng sighed softly, reached out and grabbed the hand that was covering his mouth, and at the same time released the other hand that was holding her down. He held Jiang Zhishui's hand in his hands, which he had bitten red, and stared at it. He gently stroked her palm with his fingers, and then lowered his head to lick it.

Jiang Zhishui clenched her fists, watching him lick her palm. Her fingers trembled slightly, but she didn't dare to pull them back at that moment.

At that moment, she couldn't care less about anything else; she just suddenly relaxed and thought to herself: Luckily, he stopped.

He stopped, and she dared not provoke him any further.

It was just a lick; compared to that, it was nothing.

In that moment of confusion, she was out of her mind and everything was blurry. Only the tearing sensation at that moment was particularly profound. It felt like it was going to kill her. She couldn't catch her breath and bit her lip until it bled. She only regained consciousness briefly when she smelled the pungent smell of blood.

Besides feeling ashamed and embarrassed, she also felt a vague sense of fear; she was afraid of having to go through it again.

The pain and endless depravity made her feel absurd. Her body was uncontrollably pressed against the other person, entangled endlessly, to the point of shamelessness. She really didn't want to see herself like that anymore.

Jing Qianheng got out of bed, picked up the ointment, and placed it on the small table beside the bed. Jiang Zhishui sat up, parted the bed curtains, and looked up at him. He stepped forward and gently stroked her face with the back of his hand, saying softly, "There are some things I don't like to argue with you about. As I said before, once a day for three years, you still owe me a lot... You... let's let it go for now..."

Jiang Zhishui's face was covered in rashes, and her lips were a particularly bright color. She lowered her head and moved her face away somewhat defiantly, not letting him touch her face.

What kind of time is this to be fussing over one or two times, even calculating it over years? It's really... petty.

But she didn't have the courage to say it. She was the one who initiated the flirting, and she was also the one who abruptly interrupted. With such a hot-and-cold attitude, it was already a miracle that the other party wasn't angry.

She can't push her luck too much.

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Jing Qianheng took a quilt and spread it on the floor. Jiang Zhishui sat on the edge of the bed watching him busy himself. He took off his coat, lay down, and closed his eyes. Jiang Zhishui looked at him for a while and, seeing that he hadn't opened his eyes, asked, "Are you asleep?"

Jing Qianheng opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, and said in a low voice, "Hmm."

Jiang Zhishui lay down as well, letting out a heavy sigh. Through the bed curtains, she turned to face Jing Qianheng, her eyes fixed on his blurry figure, and muttered, "Why answer if he's asleep..."

Jing Qianheng also saw her frightened expression just now. Recalling the scene of their first time, he and she were both very unfamiliar with each other. She was clearly in pain, but she still clung to him tightly. He didn't know what to do. On one hand, he couldn't control himself, and on the other hand, he wanted to pull her off him. But she was very fussy, clinging to him like she was grasping a lifeline, and she wouldn't let go no matter what.

He was flustered and confused by her kisses and bites, losing his composure and perhaps... going a bit too far.

Jiang Zhishui pulled at the bedside curtains, "Do you...often go to see that Marquis Chengyi's daughter?"

Jing Qianheng was still thinking about his unbearable memories of the past, his brows furrowed. He was lost in thought, thinking about her rejection and her fear. When he heard her speak, he turned his head to look at the bed.

Jiang Zhishui peeked out from behind the curtain, her body still inside, and asked, "Are you and her very familiar?"

Jing Qianheng wasn't very interested in the topic. He turned back and said in a nonchalant tone, "Not familiar."

"Oh." Jiang Zhishui leaned over the edge of the bed, reached out to cover herself with the bed curtains, then crawled back inside, and continued to ask, "So what do you usually do when you meet?"

Jing Qianheng's mind was full of things about her, and now she was interrupting him with some unimportant questions. He frowned and could only spare a little energy to think about the questions she asked.

Jing Qianheng said simply, "We're just staying together."

There was a long silence inside the curtain.

Just when he thought she was asleep, she suddenly spoke again: "Could you consider what I mentioned last time?"

Upon hearing this, Jing Qianheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

Jiang Zhishui said in a low voice, "...I must get my hands on that divine artifact. What will it take for you to give it to me?"

Jing Qianheng remained silent for a long time before saying softly, "With the puppet strings around, you should know very well that whatever I want you to do, you must do. You cannot disobey my orders."

"I know." Jing Qianheng hadn't used the bracelet to restrain her much before, and Jiang Zhishui had almost forgotten about the existence of the puppet strings. She never expected that he would use them to recognize her magic artifact during her transmigration. "You mean... you will never give them to me, nor will you give me any opportunity to take advantage of you, and you're advising me to give up?"

Jing Qianheng gave a bitter smile, his voice slightly hoarse: "Jiang Zhishui, if I tell you to give up, will you really give up?"

Jiang Zhishui knew that he must have many questions in his heart, but these things could not be explained in a short time. Only by returning the artifact could she properly negotiate with the system and have a future. Right now, she could only prioritize the artifact. She honestly replied, "No."

Jing Qianheng said, "...Me neither, I won't give you the divine artifact."

Jiang Zhishui choked:

Unable to persuade the big devil, Jiang Zhishui turned her back to him. She was exhausted from the night's ordeal and needed to get some sleep to have the strength to deal with him.

Once she lay down, Jiang Zhishui couldn't get up.

I developed a high fever in the middle of the night, and with these red rashes all over my body, I felt burning hot, like I was being roasted in an iron furnace. I also had a terrible headache and felt nauseous.

Jing Qianheng put his arm around her and said, "Come on, drink your medicine."

Jiang Zhishui vomited several times, her lips turned pale, and she slumped in Jing Qianheng's arms. She struggled to open her mouth and drank a mouthful of the very bitter medicine.

Jing Qianheng really didn't know what to do with her.

From never daring to hope, to unexpectedly crossing that line, he was so angry at her saying "pretend it never happened" that he was consumed by rage. No matter how reckless she was, he ultimately couldn't bring himself to truly hate her.

Even though she chased him all the way to the State of Jin and painstakingly tried to get close to him, he fulfilled her requests time and time again. If she wanted to get married, she would get married; if she brought back a concubine without his permission, she would bring it all back; no matter how infuriating she did, he would forgive her if she said a few kind words.

She left quietly while he was away. His first reaction wasn't anger, but panic and fear.

He feared she'd lost interest in him and wouldn't even bother lying anymore; he feared she'd leave and never return, disappearing from his life forever; he feared she'd go find her beloved Ayu and elope with someone else...

Jiang Zhishui always has a way of leaving him helpless.

Jiang Zhishui felt much better after taking the medicine. Suddenly, she gently bit the soup spoon, looked up at Jing Qianheng, and the spoon was taken away by her. Jing Qianheng's hand fell into emptiness. He looked at the person in his arms in confusion. At this moment, she twisted her body and leaned up, her bitter lips touching his.

Jing Qianheng: "........."

He was still holding the unfinished medicine in his hand, and she clung to him restlessly. He had to raise his hand to prevent her from knocking over the medicine in the bowl. The spoon slipped onto his body, and she pressed her lips to his, not enough, her tongue slipped in a little. She closed her eyes, and as she kissed him, she slowly opened them. She looked at Jing Qianheng, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and a sly glint of ill intent flashed in her eyes.

After the kiss, Jiang Zhishui released him and asked with a smile, "Was it bitter?"

Jing Qianheng let out a soft sigh and lowered his eyes. "Bitter..."

Jiang Zhishui lay back in his arms, tugging at Jing Qianheng's clothes to retrieve the fallen soup spoon and hand it to him.

Jing Qianheng placed the bowl on the small table beside the bed, raised his hand to touch her forehead, and found it wasn't so hot anymore.

"Would you like something to eat?" Jing Qianheng gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and said softly, "You've been asleep for two days, are you hungry?"

Jiang Zhishui felt that he was warm and fragrant, and couldn't help but bury her head in his chest and snuggle against him. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and felt relaxed and comfortable.

Throughout her illness, Jing Qianheng stayed by her side without leaving for a moment, patiently feeding her medicine. When she vomited, making a mess, he carried her to clean her up and changed her clothes. When she felt itchy and wanted to scratch, he held her hand all night, applying medicine to her again and again.

Jiang Zhishui had been wondering what Jing Qianheng liked about her. She had done so many wrong things to him, so why could he forgive her time and time again, and even when she jumped off the cliff, he was able to jump after her without hesitation.

When should it begin?

The time in the cave? Is Jing Qianheng the type who would become devoted to a woman once he has physical intimacy with her?

Was it during that time of amnesia that I was fooled by her sweet words?

Jiang Zhishui looked sickly, her voice soft: "Qianheng, I'm the only one in this world who has ever done that kind of thing to you."

Jing Qianheng's expression stiffened. She looked up at him and boldly asked, "That time was... your first time, right?"

After Jiang Zhishui's fever subsided, she was still a little dazed, her body felt heavy, and her thoughts were wandering. She murmured, "Was it because of that time that he started to like me?"

Jing Qianheng helped her up, supporting her shoulder, and asked with a puzzled look, "What...nonsense are you talking about?"

Jiang Zhishui looked at him, her expression weary. "Is it because of that mistake you made... that you care about me so much? Is it because we had physical intimacy that you can only accept me from now on?"

Jing Qianheng frowned and said in a hoarse voice, "No."

Jiang Zhishui looked up at him and asked, "You don't like me?"

Jing Qianheng instinctively replied, "No!"