The next day, Yan Li indeed failed to wake up.
At this moment, she lay quietly on the bed like a princess under a sleep curse. If it weren't for the rise and fall of her chest and abdomen, one might have thought she had already passed away.
Wen Ze sat on the side of the bed, looking calmly at Yan Li, and once again cut his fingertip and put it into her mouth.
This time, however, things didn't go as smoothly as they had before.
Seeing the blood spilling from the corner of his lips, he realized that Yan Li hadn't swallowed much.
"Ah Yan, my blood is very precious, don't waste it."
Wen Ze was in a state of confusion, completely unaware that his tone had become almost pleading.
He pressed the wound on his fingertip again, and as the bleeding increased, he began to smear the blood onto Yan Li's lips and press it inwards.
The butler outside the door watched this scene with a mixture of amusement and heartache.
He even talked about revenge, but when the lady refused to drink, the lord started to panic.
I don't know how that damned king managed to do it. His lord is so powerful, yet he still can't do anything about that curse.
A few days ago, simply decocting the medicine with the lord's blood was enough to be effective. But these past few days, even feeding the medicine with the lord's pure blood seems to have little effect.
The smell of blood made Yan Li feel extremely uncomfortable, but when the blood fell on her tongue between her lips, her taste buds seemed to be hallucinating, extremely craving it, even wanting more.
But she didn't want to be a blood-drinking monster.
After suppressing his desire once again and struggling to expel it, Wen Ze realized something.
"Why?"
"Does Ayan intend to leave me through death?"
He could no longer hold back. After a cold laugh, he reached out and grabbed Yan Li's chin, kissing her while biting his own lip.
Just drink it, even just a little bit.
At this moment, Yan Li had no room to resist. Even if she was unwilling, being forced like this, she had no chance to spit it out.
However, there isn't enough blood in the lips.
Wen Ze raised his head and bit his wrist without hesitation, then passed the blood to Yan Li.
This is insane!
Yan Li's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her fingers began to tremble slightly.
Wen Ze finally stopped his absurd behavior.
The person on the bed finally opened their eyes, and Wen Ze breathed a slight sigh of relief, pulling Yan Li tightly into his arms:
"Yan Li, don't give up on yourself, and don't give up on me, okay?"
“If there’s a next time, if there’s a next time, and you dare to give up, I will…” Wen Ze paused, then continued:
"I will extract A-Yan's soul, so that A-Yan can never leave my side again."
The butler outside the door sighed again.
If only we could really extract a person's soul, what a pity.
He ultimately didn't disturb their thoughts, and after seeing his wife wake up, he turned and walked downstairs to the kitchen.
Inside the room.
"Oh, that's good too, at least I can still be by your side after I die."
Yan Li seemed unfazed by Wen Ze's words, and even had the leisure to make a sarcastic remark.
But Wen Ze couldn't stand such words. He hugged Yan Li as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones: "A-Yan is talking nonsense again."
"Didn't Ayan want to escape from the castle?"
"I'm giving Ayan a chance, Ayan, run away."
He disliked Yan Li's acceptance of death.
Yan Li stated an extremely cruel fact: "But I'm very tired now. I don't want to walk, and I don't want to get out of bed."
Moreover, the closer she got to death, the less afraid she seemed.
Wen Ze froze again, his gaze falling on the drawer. "What if A-Yan kills me?"
“If I die, the curse on Ayan will naturally disappear.”
"...Ayan will also have the strength to leave this castle."
Wen Ze was indeed quite insane; he even considered taking a dagger from the drawer.
Yan Li naturally saw through it, and subconsciously grabbed Wen Ze's hand, blurting out, "Aren't you afraid I'll kill myself with a knife?"
"My life doesn't need to be exchanged for someone else's."
"If you're dead, you're dead."
"Wen Ze, isn't it good for us as we are now?"
Wen Ze was stunned again.
What do you mean it's fine? Did she really not have the slightest intention to kill him?
Why would someone accept the news of their impending death so calmly?
Wen Ze originally wanted to find that despicable trait in Yan Li and make her admit that she also had thoughts of killing herself.
But it didn't happen.
She said her life didn't need to be exchanged for someone else's.
Once you're dead, you're dead.
But what gives her the right to be so carefree?
"I want to see the Moonflower."
Yan Li didn't pay attention to Wen Ze's silence. She simply pulled his hand back from the drawer and held it in her palm: "Go and pick a few for me, okay?"
This was the first time Yan Li had asked him for something since arriving at the castle.
Wen Ze nodded almost subconsciously.
But then, as if realizing something, he reached into the drawer and took the dagger in his hand.
"Ah Yan will wait for me to come back obediently, right?"
Wen Ze's red eyes were unfathomable, and Yan Li remained silent for a long while before nodding: "Of course."
After receiving Yan Li's affirmative reply, Wen Ze finally felt a little relieved.
When Yan Li saw Wen Ze's figure disappear into the room, she finally felt relieved.
She closed her eyes and began to conserve her energy.
But just as Wenze left the castle, Que Fu came knocking on his door again.
This time, however, he didn't seek out Yan Li, but rather Wen Ze.
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