Chapter 85 The Shackles of Gu are easy to break, do you still want it?

Jiang Zhishui stood up and knocked the teacup out of his hand, asking in confusion, "You already know, so why are you still drinking it?"

He picked up the cup and brought it to his mouth without the slightest hesitation or hesitation. If Jiang Zhishui hadn't stopped him, he really would have drunk it.

Jing Qianheng slowly raised his head, his face calm: "Didn't you promise someone you'd help? Didn't you... want me to drink too?"

"How do you know all this?" Jiang Zhishui pondered for a moment. "Did you send someone to monitor me?"

Jing Qianheng scoffed, "Is that what you care about?"

Jiang Zhishui was taken aback, then awkwardly looked away. "No matter what you've heard, it's not what I meant. I've said before, I won't force you with these things."

Jing Qianheng glanced at her, then went and took another wine glass and placed it on the table.

He reached for the wine jug with his right hand, about to pour more wine, when Jiang Zhishui frowned and reached out to cover the wine cup. He paused, didn't look at her, and slowly put down the wine jug.

"Do you know how I found you? It was all thanks to Jiang Li's impromptu puppet thread; it was that bracelet that helped me find you."

“You collapsed on the cliff edge, but you were not injured. The bracelet broke after we found you. I checked your spiritual abode, and the puppet threads have disappeared.”

Jiang Zhishui's memory of that time was also vague. She tried to explain, "Your Highness, I..."

"Just tell me what you want me to do." Jing Qianheng stared at her hand covering the cup and said softly, "Just tell me, and I'll agree to anything. You left so hastily without even saying goodbye. Don't I have any use to you at all?"

Jiang Zhishui froze, her fingers covering the cup curling slightly.

Jiang Zhishui whispered, "Qianheng, I really don't know how..."

Jing Qianheng said, "You're no longer interested in me? Was it your master, or Lin Ye? Who forced you to leave?"

Jiang Zhishui remained silent. No one forced her; it was her own decision.

There must have been some problem with the system, which is why it couldn't successfully send her back to her first life.

However, Jing Qianheng's current attitude is also strange. He doesn't get angry, his tone is calm, and he even seems to be humbly seeking peace.

Jiang Zhishui looked down at him closely. His lips were pale and his complexion was not good. She reached out and gently lifted his chin, asking with concern, "What's wrong? Why do you look so pale?"

Jing Qianheng weakly pushed her hand away, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes, but his voice remained soft: "It's nothing."

Jiang Zhishui directly turned his face to face her with both hands, pressing her forehead against his to feel the temperature. "You said you were fine, but you're burning up like this. Where do you feel uncomfortable? Is it the effect of the shackles or has your previous illness flared up again?"

Jing Qianheng pushed her away, his voice trembling slightly: "I already said I'm fine."

"Zhou Linyuan said before that he was already trying to develop an antidote for the shackles, is there any progress?" Jiang Zhishui was pushed away but leaned forward again, "Qianheng, you can be angry, but don't use your body to mess with me."

Jing Qianheng gripped her wrist tightly and sneered, "Zhou Linyuan talked to you about this? Did he tell you that he, like my father, needs a child to inherit the Dragon Spirit? He feels he can't rely on you, and he's sent people to drug me time and time again. Have you heard about that?"

"What?!" Jiang Zhishui was shocked. Remembering what Lu Xuetang had said about his visit to the Eagle Pavilion, she asked anxiously, "Then...how are you feeling? What kind of medicine did you take...?"

Jiang Zhishui said angrily, "He is truly insidious!"

Jing Qianheng pulled her close. A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, his eyes were hazy and flushed. His Adam's apple bobbed a few times with difficulty. His eyes were fixed on her face. After a moment, his gaze shifted and slid down to her collar.

Jiang Zhishui suddenly moved closer to him, her heart tightening. "Qianheng, you..."

"Father, Zhou Linyuan, and you..." Jing Qianheng's grip tightened, suppressing his grief and anger, his voice trembling slightly: "You... Jiang Zhishui, you are the most hateful!"

Jiang Zhishui saw that the veins on his neck were bulging and his cheeks were flushed with an unusual redness. She couldn't tell if it was from anger or from the hardship of holding back.

She thought about it carefully for a moment, then looked up and said, "The shackles are easy to remove, but I was afraid you wouldn't agree back then, so I didn't dare to bring it up. Do you... still want it now?"

Jing Qianheng's breath hitched, and he stared at her in astonishment: "What did you say?"

Jiang Zhishui's chaotic emotions were particularly clear at this moment. Forget about the system mechanisms; thinking too much would only lead to mistakes. Just follow your heart. She had also seen these past few days that Jing Qianheng was not without feelings for her.

She took a deep breath, placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back, then leaned down and kissed his lips.

Their lips touched briefly before parting. Jing Qianheng was stunned for a long while before asking in a hoarse voice, "What...what are you doing?"

He seemed a little stunned for a moment, and he loosened his grip on her hand.

Jiang Zhishui pulled him toward the bed, but halfway there he couldn't be pulled anymore. At first he had been stupidly getting up to follow, but now he seemed to have come to his senses and stopped following.

Jing Qianheng said in a trembling voice, "I didn't say I wanted to do this. Weren't you going to run away? What are you thinking?"

Jiang Zhishui turned around and said, "I just had to leave for a while. Even if I had to run away, I would come back. I missed you so much after only a few days away from you. Don't you miss me? After bringing me back, you left again before I even woke up. Is seeing Zhou Linyuan more important than being with me?"

"Do you think I'm stupid enough to be fooled by a few nice words?"

"You're lying to me, you're trying to lie to me again!"

Jiang Zhishui lowered her eyes and head, seemingly upset by the scolding.

"......" Jing Qianheng was furious and looked away, not wanting to pay attention to her, but he couldn't help wanting to look at her. Before long, he broke the silence and asked in a low voice, "How long are you planning to lie to me this time?"

Jiang Zhishui suddenly tugged, pulling him towards the bed.

Jing Qianheng staggered and exclaimed urgently, "Jiang Zhishui!"

Jiang Zhishui smiled and said, "I'm here, don't shout so loudly, I can hear you."

"Get up, you!" Jing Qianheng was pushed onto the bed, and she quickly reached out to pull off his belt. "Are you crazy! I said no... um!"

Jiang Zhishui sat on him, leaned forward and kissed him, hooked her arms around his neck, gently licked his lips, rested her chin on his shoulder, and whispered seductively in his ear, "Really don't want to, really?"

As she spoke, her chin rested on her shoulder repeatedly. While Jing Qianheng was still in a daze, she had already quietly unbuckled her belt, gently pulled it off, and put it aside.

In the courtyard, the rain was still falling, the raindrops pounding heavily, a steady, powerful patter.

Jiang Zhishui's gauze dress slipped down to her arm and hung askew to one side. Jing Qianheng held her, gently biting her earlobe, and then moved down, leaving delicate kisses on her neck.

She was somewhat bold, but only on the surface. She flirted wildly at first, but when it came to getting serious, she was trembling with fear.

Especially when she saw the madness in Jing Qianheng's eyes, like a vicious wolf that would devour people without spitting out the bones, she was so frightened that her heart trembled and ached.

She placed her hands on his shoulders, her fingers limp and curled. The rain outside was loud and noisy, but she could still clearly hear the different rises and falls of their breaths mingling together.

Is it too late to call a halt now?

"I forgot to ask you..." Jiang Zhishui clutched his collar, struggling to keep her mind clear. Several thoughts tugged at her throat, but what finally came out was: "Have you... had dinner? I have, but have you? Are you hungry?"

While she was scared, half of her mind was still thinking that luckily she had eaten dinner early and had a good sleep, so she was full of energy and had plenty of energy to play with him.

At this moment, she was extremely nervous, her thoughts racing. Amidst her relief, she suddenly realized Jing Qianheng looked terrible, having run around so much and been upset because of her. She wondered if he had even eaten...

Jing Qianheng kissed her lips, but when she asked about it, the lingering kiss paused slightly. He smiled, gently bit her lower lip, and replied, "I haven't eaten. I'm not hungry."

Jiang Zhishui frowned as she watched her coat fall from the edge of the bed to the floor. Her eyes welled up with tears, and her voice was low and hoarse: "Then... don't bite me."

He said he wasn't hungry, yet he bared his teeth and bit recklessly, each bite sending shivers down one's spine, for fear that he might actually swallow her whole as a delicious snack.

The next moment, the world spun around her, her clothes came undone, and Jiang Zhishui instinctively flinched. Before she could move, her hands were pinned to the bed. He completely ignored her accusations; Jiang Zhishui suspected he had selectively become deaf.

Jing Qianheng's body was burning hot, like a furnace. He kissed her lips, hot but extremely gentle, his lips moving back and forth. He knew how to soothe her gradually. When she was immersed in the gentle offensive and let her guard down, his tongue licked open her lips and unexpectedly broke in, conquering her and no longer hiding his true nature.

Jiang Zhishui had difficulty breathing, so she turned her face away to rest for a moment. She took the opportunity to breathe in a few more breaths of fresh air, her breath carrying a faint tea fragrance, with silver strands of hair tracing her lips, creating an ambiguous and alluring scene.

Jing Qianheng couldn't stay still for a moment. When she avoided his kiss, he grabbed her neck and started biting her. One of his bites was particularly hard, and she hissed in pain.

Upon hearing her voice, the other person immediately released her, then froze, somewhat at a loss.

The rain has stopped. Many leaves and petals have fallen on the stone table in the courtyard, and the table is covered with a layer of shimmering water. The fallen leaves and broken petals ripple gently on the water, creating a beautiful natural picture.

The previously noisy rain stopped, and the panting from inside the bed curtains, which had started as suppressed and restrained breathing, suddenly became low and hoarse, spreading into endless sobs.

After the rain washed away the night, everything was refreshed and exuded a fresh atmosphere.

Jiang Zhishui noticed something was wrong with him. She kicked him away in surprise, but he stepped back and grabbed her slender ankle. She couldn't escape and ended up in his hand, unable to break free no matter what she did.

Jing Qianheng was like a wolf in sheep's clothing. One moment he was being careful and at a loss, protecting her, but the next moment, for some unknown reason, he suddenly became a different person.

His fair ankles were pressed with fingertips, leaving red marks. A ring of marks hung on his shoulder, and there were also clearly visible teeth marks nearby.

The red candle inside was about to burn out, its flame flickering erratically. Her ankles swayed involuntarily, unsure of where to rest. Finally, the candle went out. The long night stretched on, and a pitiful cry of someone begging for mercy filled the air. Behind the curtains, he gently comforted her, obediently letting her go, but only temporarily.

——

The dream transitioned from bittersweet to sweet, the dreamer got what they wanted, and the furrowed brow of the dreamer gradually relaxed.

In the early part of his life, Jing Qianheng dreamed about the day Jiang Zhishui left without saying goodbye. Strangely, he dreamed about things that happened before Jiang Zhishui had time to travel through time. These things did not actually happen, but he dreamed about them repeatedly, and each time they were the same.

But this time was different; he dreamed of the same dream, yet it was different from all the previous ones.

Jing Qianheng slowly opened his eyes. He felt a heaviness in his chest. Looking down, he saw Jiang Zhishui lying on top of him, fast asleep.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving. Jiang Zhishui's eyelids fluttered. She opened her eyes and saw that Jing Qianheng was awake. She rushed to him with joy and said with a smile, "You're finally awake."

Jing Qianheng suddenly stood up and hugged her tightly, so tightly that Jiang Zhishui could hardly breathe, but she didn't utter a sound and let him hold her.

In the dream, the rain stopped and the sky cleared; outside the dream, the sky was clear and blue. The mountain cabin was no longer noisy. Black Chicken Li Mo had a sharp tongue but no real strength. Now, he was being chased and bitten by the white fox who had regained its magic power. His black fur flew all over the sky, and his chattering curses echoed through the air.

It was a peaceful and serene day; even the air felt sweet. Countless happy and sweet moments await them in the bright years to come.