Startled by Zhan Xinjia's crying, Shen Suqing, who was incredulous, immediately tried to get up from the ground.
But as soon as he moved, he was firmly held down by the incredibly strong little girl.
It's a little embarrassing to admit, but after struggling for a long time, he still couldn't break free. Instead, he exhausted all his strength and skills.
He was pushed to the ground again by the little girl, weak and helpless. He gasped for breath, his eyes reflecting her panicked pupils, which were filled with the bright moonlight.
His breathing was no longer steady, and even his voice was trembling.
The last syllable was deep and resonant, obscure yet gentle, as if her name had been held between her lips and teeth, lingering and circling before being uttered with difficulty.
"Ah Zhi?"
What is she going to do?
Under the cool moonlight and in the evening breeze, the young man's loose, dark hair lay scattered messily on the ground.
His face, filled with astonishment, was covered with a thin layer of sweat from the intense struggle and tension. His face was like jade, his eyes like black lacquer, his dark eyes containing a faint glimmer of water, sharp and upturned, with a hint of red at the corners when he was angry.
Like a piece of fine white porcelain, clean and elegant, yet fragile and easily broken.
When this piece of white porcelain was forcibly held in someone's hand, pale and weak, unable to break free, it could no longer maintain its usual aloof, rigid, and solemn appearance.
It makes you want to keep tightening the grip.
So even the usually dignified and self-possessed Lord Shen has moments of such panic. This utterly humiliated and noble demeanor makes it seem as if she's abducting a respectable woman.
Zhan Xinjia suddenly developed a wicked sense of humor.
She held him with one hand, while the fingers of her other hand brushed against his temples, her fingertips delicately tracing his eyebrows and eyes, from his forehead to his chin, carefully exploring each feature.
No matter how many times I see her, I can't help but marvel at her stunning beauty.
Shen Suqing felt as if the places she touched were covered in charcoal ash, and his heart was burning with rage.
He awkwardly turned his head away, avoiding her fingers.
"Ah Zhi, stop fooling around."
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and the young man frowned deeply, his face showing anger.
He tried his best to act like an elder.
But in reality, being so gently pressed down by her, Shen Suqing's words of reprimand seemed to lack momentum, and even his voice was unnaturally hoarse.
The words, though meant to be reprimands, had no deterrent effect whatsoever.
Having snapped out of her reverie over his beauty, Zhan Xinjia coughed a few times, feigning seriousness, and gave him a look that said, "Don't be impatient."
She lay prone beside his ear, her shoulders trembling, which, from an outsider's perspective, looked like she was sobbing on him.
"Shh, Master Xiao Shen."
She lowered her voice and held her index finger to his lips, signaling him to be quiet.
As he bent over, the little girl's hair brushed lightly across his cheek like a brush, causing a slight tickle.
I could still faintly smell the warm fragrance of her hair.
"It'll be ready soon, Master Shen, be good."
She even imitated those words used to coax children and used them to coax him. She even stroked his drooping hair perfunctorily, like petting a cat. She was utterly disrespectful, lacking in manners and manners.
What kind of behavior is this...!
As she gazed down at him with such a condescending look, Chen Suqing's heart pounded like a drum, accelerating rapidly until it almost exceeded his limit.
His long eyelashes were lowered, his teeth clenched, and in the end he could only resign himself to lying on the ground, turning his face to the side, angrily avoiding her gaze.
He always treated Azhi like a little girl who hadn't grown up, and he was used to her always being obedient, but he forgot that if she wanted to, he actually had no power to resist any of her demands.
Seeing the young man determined to ignore her, Zhan Xinjia sighed helplessly.
Oh dear, it seems that Master Shen is angry again.
She was really angry this time, I don't know if I can make her feel better afterwards...
Taking advantage of his surrender and ceasing to struggle, Zhan Xinjia buried her face in his shoulder and sobbed for a long time. When her voice was hoarse from wailing, someone finally opened the door impatiently.
The man who stepped out of the door was an old man with a pipe in hand. He was dressed in coarse cloth, his white hair tied back with the cheapest linen, and his wrinkled, thin face had a pair of exceptionally shrewd eyes.
As soon as he came out, he started cursing and swearing.
"Damn it! This is some kind of funeral wailing in the middle of the night! Can't a person get any sleep?! I thought there was a ghost outside."
Upon hearing this, Zhan Xinjia bit her lower lip and timidly raised her eyes, her eyes brimming with tears.
Her peach blossom eyes, still brimming with tears, were misty, like pear blossoms in spring rain, delicate and pitiful.
"I'm so sorry, ma'am, I've disturbed your rest. My husband... sob sob sob... he's dying... I knock on the door of the clinic but no one answers. I'm so scared, I can only keep crying... and crying..."
Knowing that there was a contagious disease in the city and that everyone was in danger, anyone who dared to open their door at this time must not be an ordinary person. Although the old man in front of me looked no different from an ordinary old farmer, he was most likely the lonely old man that the cook at Hongfu Temple had mentioned.
It is said that the old man was arrogant, had a peculiar personality, and many eccentricities. Unless it was a case that interested him, he would not even glance at a patient who died in front of him.
Let's take a gamble!
Zhan Xinjia threw herself on the young man and wept uncontrollably.
Tears streamed down her face like splashing rain, shooting out in all directions.
"Ah~ the waters of West Lake are my tears, my husband. Actually, I knew long ago that no one in the world could cure your illness. To put it bluntly, those doctors don't have much skill. There is no one who can cure you."
Don't worry, after you die, I'll mix your ashes into my food and eat it. We'll be together forever and ever!
"Hey! How can you speak so rudely, little girl?! You're all talk and no action. There's no incurable disease in this world; it's just that you've encountered some quack doctors who are all talk and no action."
Upon hearing this, the old man instantly became agitated, wishing he could smash the head of this impolite and foolish girl with his pipe.
"You're making a scene at my doorstep, so tell me, what disease does your lover, who looks like he'll die young, have?"
Hmph, he traveled all over the country in his younger days, and he doesn't believe there are any strange diseases in the world that he hasn't seen.
As soon as he said that, the little girl immediately stopped crying.
She stared at him intently with a look that was impossible to refuse.
Is there any hope for someone with "addictive love syndrome"?
——
"Love-obsessed??"
Inside the house, the old man paced back and forth rapidly, his brows furrowed deeply, holding his pipe.
Oh no, how come he's never heard of this disease before?
The room was dimly lit by flickering candlelight. The pale-faced young man had been settled on the bed, and Zhan Xinjia was sitting at the head of his bed.
She didn't say anything, she just kept covering her face and sobbing.
She even hiccuped when she cried so hard.
"Waaaaah... Thank you so much, but since my husband is about to die anyway, I won't trouble you any further. I'll take him to the mass grave now to secure a good spot in advance."
No sooner had she finished speaking than the pipe actually struck her on the forehead.
The "bang" sound was crisp and clear; a pleasant sound is a good start.
"Hmm!"
Zhan Xinjia covered her forehead with her hand in grievance, puffed out her cheeks, and glared at the old man in dissatisfaction.
"Why did you suddenly start hitting someone?!"
"Damn! Is your head empty or filled with water? You're making it sound so serious, so tell me what's wrong! Otherwise, how can anyone prescribe the right medicine?"
"You're not a doctor, it's no use me saying anything..."
The little girl muttered softly, pouting, but she still gave in.
"Okay. My husband developed this illness after we got married..."
Since we got married, he's been like a ghost, he doesn't do any work, he doesn't leave the house, and he haunts me all day long like a ghost, as if he wants to tie me to his belt.
I had an argument with my mother-in-law, and my husband broke both her legs and kicked her out.
My neighbor's older brother glanced at me, and my husband went berserk, rushing out and smashing his house to pieces. He even grabbed a hoe and dug up all eighteen of their ancestral graves overnight.
I casually gave the beggar two coins, and my husband immediately started making arrangements to bring him into the house as my male concubine. My husband said that as long as I was happy, he would even let the child take the beggar's surname, let alone the child himself.
I wanted to buy a new hairpin, but we didn't have enough money at home. If I hadn't stopped him in time, my husband would have almost gone to the Nanfeng Pavilion to secretly sell his buttocks.
When I arrived, he had even taken his pants off…
Shen Suqing: "?"
Shen Suqing: "..."
He closed his eyes in despair, then silently turned over and faced the wall.
Not only him, but even the old man fell silent.
He took a puff of his pipe with a complicated expression, sat there silently, and exhaled several deep puffs of smoke. Clearly, his worldview had been greatly shocked and impacted, and his CPU was burning up.
"Isn't this just pure idiot?!"
He tried to hold back, but he couldn't help but voice his doubts.
Zhan Xinjia had to think through all the sad things in her life before she could hold back her emotions.
She sobbed a few times and wiped her tears with a handkerchief.
"Ever since my husband fell ill, I went to Hongfu Temple overnight to find the legendary medical master Miaoyu Zhenjun, but I never expected that even he, with his superb medical skills, would be helpless."
After drinking two doses of the Yan family's old prescription, my husband almost turned into a corpse; his condition worsened... It's true, you'll see! Now, if I get even a little close, he clings to me like crazy.
As she spoke, she leaned down and brought her face close to that of Lord Shen, who was trying to play dead.
She nudged his waist secretly and whispered a threat into his ear.
"Young Master Shen, you don't want to fail to obtain the antidote prescription, do you?"
Shen Suqing's temples throbbed with barely perceptible veins, and he clenched his back teeth.
For the sake of the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in the city, and for the sake of the greater good, after hesitating for a moment, he still raised his head, his heart ashen, closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth to quickly peck the little girl on the cheek.
They parted as soon as they touched, and he quickly pulled the blanket up over his head.
Little Shen kissed me!
Zhan Xinjia tried her best to suppress the urge to grin wildly from her lips.
She turned around, covering her face which still retained a trace of warmth, and continued acting.
"What's even more terrifying is that if he doesn't get enough close to me when he has an attack, in a fit of rage, he'll randomly pick a lucky old man and cruelly pluck all of his hair off."
After saying that, she poked Lord Shen's waist again.
Under the old man's horrified gaze, the ashen-faced youth stiffly rose from the bed like a walking corpse, expressionlessly and slowly reaching his sinister hand towards the old man's head...
Holy crap!
The old man's head split open, and he screamed in despair while protecting his head with one hand.
"Holy shit! Kiss him, I'm begging you, just give him a fucking kiss!!"
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