Inside the room, Wen Ze carried Yan Li into the room and placed her on the bed.
He crouched down, instantly becoming shorter than Yan Li in front of him. He took Yan Li's hands in his own and whispered:
"Doesn't Ah Yan have anything you want to ask me?"
Yan Li looked at her hands, which were being gripped tightly, and then at Wen Ze, whose expression was extremely serious. She really wanted to ask him a question:
Seriously?
Using candy as an antidote is one thing, but now they can't even use sign language, so it's hardly the intention for her to ask.
"Kiss me." Wen Ze suddenly spoke in an extremely frivolous manner, "Ayan, kiss me once, and I will give you the real antidote."
He smiled, and his face, already favored by the Creator, became even more alluring, especially now that he was squatting in front of her, his eyes filled with her.
Yan Li was a little nervous, and she wanted to pull her hands back from being gripped tightly.
Although Wen Ze's strength was not great, he did not allow Yan Li to retreat even an inch.
"Ah Yan, you are my wife. Is it so difficult to ask you to kiss me?"
Wen Ze remembers many things, including Yan Li's kindness to him and her betrayal.
Even now, he still can't understand why the person who was willing to remain mute for his entire life would scheme against him and even try to kill him.
Yan Li's heart began to race again.
Looking at the person in front of her, she still didn't do anything excessive.
"It seems that Ah Yan still prefers to be mute."
After a while, Wen Ze suddenly chuckled, "Or is it that A-Yan still places her hopes on your good father, that Que Fu?"
"Don't forget how you got the medicine you took."
Yan Li was unaware of the inside story at first, but it seemed that as she was pulled into dreams more often, her memories also contained some scenes that had never appeared before.
In that palace, she seemed to have saved a young child, with red eyes and golden hair, who stayed by her side day and night.
Thinking this, Yan Li leaned down somewhat uncontrollably, her gaze sweeping over Wen Ze's eyebrows and eyes, finally settling on his lips.
She tilted her head slightly, getting closer little by little. The clarity in her eyes was gone, replaced by an indescribable emotion.
Wen Ze's eyes were unfathomable, but the way his hand kept tightening its grip betrayed his true feelings.
Finally, amidst Wen Ze's boundless anticipation, Yan Li stopped, stopping just a hair's breadth away from Wen Ze's lips.
In this situation, if Wen Ze were smart, he might have used a psychological strategy, waiting for Yan Li to take the bait and slowly lower her guard. But he waited far too long.
It went on for so long that he was no longer willing to wait.
With a slight tightening of his grip on Yan Li's hands, he pulled her body even closer.
In an instant, Yan Li kissed him.
It was clearly the simplest touch of lips, yet neither of them felt the peace they once shared.
Unsatisfied, Wen Ze naturally tried every means to get more, while Yan Li, who was caught off guard, was even more eager to get away.
She had no feelings for Wen Ze.
Whether in a dream or in reality, she always remembered why she came here.
Rescuing the princess was her destiny, not to play out a drama of love and hate with this leader.
But at this moment, the person in front of her wouldn't allow her to stay out of it.
The hands that were pushing and struggling were firmly held in his hands, and the knees were restrained by his elbows, so they could not move an inch.
His overly forceful approach prevented her from gaining the upper hand. He clung to her, drawing in her oxygen, slowly consuming it until he was finally satisfied and left.
A breath, tinged with desire, rested on her neck.
Are you satisfied now?
Yan Li recovered from her muteness in a way she never expected. With a cold face, she slapped Wen Ze the moment she was freed from her predicament.
A very loud slap.
Yan Li's hand was taken into Wen Ze's palm again. His expression was calm, and he even thoughtfully opened her palm and gently blew on it.
"Did it hurt?"
Wen Ze looked at Yan Li's slightly red palm and chuckled, "Feeling better now?"
"If you're still not satisfied, Ah Yan can hit you a few more times if he wants."
Faced with Wen Ze's deliberate avoidance of his questions, Yan Li was at a loss, and simply raised his hand slightly: "Do you think I wouldn't dare?"
Wen Ze's expression remained unchanged; he simply pulled the hand that was raised in mid-air down and then slowly pressed it against his face.
“If A-Yan wants to hit me, then of course he can.”
"But I'm the kind of person who holds grudges. For every time Ah Yan hits me, I'll kiss Ah Yan back for every time, okay?"
Upon hearing this, Yan Li lost all desire to hit Wen Ze and wished she could get as far away from him as possible.
How could Wen Ze not know Yan Li's resistance? Even his proud charm techniques could only make her lose her composure for a moment.
He couldn't understand who was worthy of her deepest affection.
...
Another day passed.
"Ali?"
After asking the steward about Que Fu's room, Yan Li went to find it.
"Are you alright?" Looking at Que Fu, who was wrapped up like a mummy on the bed, Yan Li felt a strange mix of pity and sympathy.
After all, the injuries on the person in front of her were so real that Yan Li couldn't believe it was just a dream.
"Ah Li, you can speak now?" Que Fu's eyes were full of surprise, without mentioning his injuries at all: "It seems the king really didn't lie to me."
Yan Li didn't know what to say, so she could only nod vaguely.
The two were speechless for a moment, looking at each other, neither knowing where to begin.
"Does General Que know about my past with Wen Ze?"
"Why do you ask that, Ali?" Que Fu frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Could there be something wrong with the medicine?"
Yan Li: "No, the medicine is fine."
"These days I often think about the past and I'm curious about what the relationship between him and me looks like in the eyes of you outsiders."
Yan Li uttered the words she had already prepared, and Que Fu no longer had any doubts.
Yan Li felt a pang of nostalgia, thinking that things had changed and people were no longer the same. She simply wanted to learn about the past from some old acquaintances.
That being said, what he knows may not be what Yan Li wants to know.
"Actually, I don't know much about that incident back then either."
“Ah Li may have forgotten that when I first arrived at the palace, Wen Ze had already left your side, so the details of that matter…”
Que Fu felt it was necessary to give Yan Li a heads-up first.
Firstly, he wasn't the kind of person who would fabricate lies just to win Yan Li's heart. Secondly, if there really were many misunderstandings in the matter, it might not be a bad thing to be able to clear them up through this.
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