Preparations the night before the birthday banquet
Yu Jinli stared blankly at the man's hand, which was still bleeding from his fingertips, as he held it out to her.
She never expected Feng Jinxuan to do such a thing.
He used his own blood to replace hers.
"Boss, you..."
"Stop talking nonsense." Feng Jinxuan's tone left no room for argument, but his eyes were fixed on her. "My skin is thick and worthless, but yours is precious. Hurry up, don't waste it."
He spoke as if it were a matter of course, as if it were just a business transaction of equal exchange.
A helpless sigh came from the tablet computer next to him.
"President Feng, although your blood has the power of the Feng family bloodline, it is ultimately not the original source of the koi. Using your blood as a catalyst will consume more of the koi's spiritual power."
“That’s still better than hurting her fundamentally.” Feng Jinxuan’s answer was simple, blunt, and full of an unreasonable protective instinct.
Looking at the two men in front of her, one gently persuading her in the video, and the other domineeringly protecting her, Yu Jinli suddenly felt a surge of heroic spirit.
She felt less like a weak woman about to embark on an adventure and more like a female general about to go to war, blessed with top-tier buffs by the leaders of two major sects.
"Alright, you two stop arguing." She made the final decision. "We'll use his blood. I have strong willpower, I can handle it. At worst, I'll ask the boss for more compensation for emotional distress."
She gave Feng Jinxuan a knowing, sly smile.
Seeing her so desperate for money, the tension in the man's eyes finally dissipated, replaced by a hint of helplessness.
The ceremony officially begins.
Without further hesitation, Yu Jinli grasped Feng Jinxuan's finger and gently dripped the drop of crimson blood, still warm from his body, into the small dish containing cinnabar in front of her.
As the blood mingled with the cinnabar, the originally dark red powder instantly seemed to be infused with life, emitting a strange, faint glow.
Following Gu Yanzhi's instructions, she picked up a brand-new wolf-hair brush and dipped it in blood-red cinnabar.
Then, she took a deep breath and focused all her mental energy on the tip of her pen.
With his wrist suspended in the air, he lowered his brush and drew the first stroke on the golden talisman paper.
In that instant, Yu Jinli felt as if all her energy had been drained away.
An indescribable sense of exhaustion surged in from all directions.
The koi-like luck within her surged forth like a floodgate opened, rushing wildly to the tip of the pen and then, through the crimson cinnabar, into the talisman paper.
The scene before her eyes began to blur.
In my ears, I heard all sorts of strange and eerie whispers that seemed to come from another world.
"Give up..."
"it's useless……"
"You can't save him..."
It's an evil spirit!
Gu Yanzhi had warned her that drawing talismans of this level would attract countless evil spirits coveting her pure fortune.
Once she loses her composure, these things will take advantage of her vulnerability, causing her to fail at drawing talismans at best, and at worst... to go berserk.
Yu Jinli's face turned deathly pale instantly.
Her hand holding the pen began to tremble uncontrollably.
The runes under the pen tip became crooked and twisted, and it looked like it was about to fail.
Just as she was about to give up, a strong hand suddenly covered her hand holding the pen from behind.
His other hand rested firmly on her back, and a warm and pure energy flowed into her body continuously.
It is the sealing of the profound mystery.
He didn't know when he had moved from beside her to behind her.
He wrapped her entire petite body in his arms from behind.
His chest pressed against her back, like an unbreakable mountain.
His chin rested gently on the top of her head.
He used his own body to create the safest and most secure barrier for her.
Don't get distracted.
The man's deep, slightly hoarse voice rang in her ear.
"Look at your pen, think of your talisman."
"Think of... the people you need to protect."
His voice, like a thunderclap, instantly shattered all the noise and illusions in her mind.
The eerie whispers vanished.
The scene before my eyes became clear again.
She could feel the powerful dragon aura emanating from the man, a power belonging to a superior, being continuously transmitted to her through their tightly pressed bodies.
Its aura was domineering and powerful, yet it also carried a reassuring gentleness.
She kept all evil spirits that tried to approach her at bay.
It turns out, he was the most powerful "protective charm".
Yu Jinli's heart was finally at ease.
She no longer hesitated, no longer wavered.
Her hands, enveloped by the man's large hands, regained their stability and strength.
The tip of the brush moved across the talisman paper with fluid grace.
Complex and mysterious runes gradually took shape under the outline of blood-red cinnabar.
The entire process lasted an unknown amount of time.
When the last stroke was made, the originally ordinary yellow paper suddenly shone with golden light!
A powerful and pure force, filled with auspicious energy, burst forth from the talisman, instantly illuminating the entire room as bright as day!
It was a success!
My lucky charm is complete!
Yu Jinli looked at the talisman floating in mid-air, emitting a soft golden light, and a weak but satisfied smile appeared on her face.
The next second, everything went black before her eyes, and she completely lost consciousness, collapsing limply to the ground.
Before she lost consciousness, she felt herself fall into a warm and firm embrace.
In his ears came a man's panicked roar, which was completely distorted.
"Yu Jinli!"
...
When I woke up again, it was already noon the next day.
Sunlight streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, gently bathing her face.
Yu Jinli slowly opened her eyes, feeling as if she had slept for a century.
My body is still a little weak, but the feeling of being drained has disappeared.
She stirred and realized she was lying on her own soft, large bed.
And beside the bed, someone was lying face down.
It is the sealing of the profound mystery.
He seemed to have stayed up all night, and he fell asleep by the bedside, still wearing a sharp suit.
In his sleep, he was no longer cold and guarded as usual. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his long eyelashes cast a quiet shadow under his eyelids.
It looks rather...fragile.
Looking at him, Yu Jinli felt a soft spot in her heart.
She reached out, as if to smooth his furrowed brow.
Before her fingertips could even touch him, the man suddenly woke up.
He suddenly raised his head, and his usually deep black eyes were now bloodshot, with a rare hint of confusion from just waking up.
When he saw that she was awake, he was first stunned, and then his eyes burst forth with a light of almost ecstatic joy that Yu Jinli had never seen before.
He suddenly grabbed her hand and pressed her icy fingertips against his cheek.
"You're awake?" His voice was hoarse, tinged with uncertainty. "How are you feeling? Is anything bothering you?"
"I...I'm fine." Yu Jinli was a little taken aback by his sudden enthusiasm.
The man, however, seemed not to hear him and continued his tense inspection.
He touched her forehead and checked her pulse, his carefulness as if he were handling a priceless treasure that had been lost and found again.
“Boss,” Yu Jinli asked, noticing the dark circles under his eyes and the bluish stubble on his chin, “you…you didn’t sleep all night, did you?”
Feng Jinxuan's body stiffened slightly.
He awkwardly looked away, cleared his throat, and tried to regain his aloof CEO persona.
"You're overthinking it," he retorted stubbornly. "I just... happen to be here dealing with an urgent document."
Looking at his adorable attempt at composure, Yu Jinli finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Her smile was like the first melting of ice and snow, brightening the entire room.
Feng Jinxuan was stunned when he saw her smiling face.
He felt his heart, which had been hanging in suspense all night, finally slowly return to its place.
He then realized just how scared he had been.
Holding her cold, soft body, he felt what "fear" meant for the first time.
That feeling was even clearer and more... unforgettable than when he fell from the cliff three years ago.
He looked at the girl's pale face, which was slightly pale from weakness, and her eyes, which curved into crescents from her smile.
A thought, uncontrollably, popped into my head.
This woman, he seems... unable to let go anymore.
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