Yuan Zhao felt like he was about to be drowned...
She never knew that the union between two people could be so intense.
At first, her hands tightly grasped the mattress beneath her, and her whole body almost curled up.
Huo Yan kept kissing her, his breathing becoming heavier. He grabbed her hand and interlocked their fingers.
The emotions accumulated over the night were released, and he kissed her neck, no longer with the questioning tone he had before.
"Zhao Zhao...relax..."
Drops of sweat fell from his forehead and landed on her.
Yuan Zhao was soaked all over.
For a moment, she couldn't tell if the sweat and tears on her face were her own or his.
Slowly, her thoughts became confused and she almost cried, grabbing Huo Yan's back.
"Don't... no... don't..."
Huo Yan's memory was a little hazy. He thought about the time when she was a child and was unwilling to do the homework assigned by the teacher and was unwilling to practice horse riding and archery.
He was always strict with her, so she would always act coquettishly with him, and would also cry out "No..." in this tender and gentle way.
"No...don't...don't want to..."
Yuan Zhao had shouted several times with a tearful voice, but found that the man seemed to be more excited every time he shouted.
Finally, taking advantage of the gap, she hugged Huo Yan's waist and rested her head on his chest, wanting to get closer to relieve the pain.
Huo Yan finally paused for a moment. He held her face in his hands and carefully looked at her flushed face in the half candlelight.
His Adam's apple rolled and he bent down to kiss her.
Yuan Zhao finally got a break. She responded to the kiss, even more proactively than usual.
As their lips and teeth blended, the only sound in the room was the popping of candlelight.
When the two separated again, Huo Yan seemed to have regained his thoughts.
He still held her face in his hand, and with his other hand he held her waist, stroking it constantly.
"Do you remember?" he asked softly.
Yuan Zhao stared at him blankly, and it took him a moment to understand his question.
Her lips moved forward and bit his.
"Anyway..." she said angrily, "I've never done anything like you..."
Huo Yan let out a hiss, but his expression didn't change at all, which showed that he wasn't in pain.
Seeing that she was angry, he wanted to kiss her, but she avoided him, so he just kissed the side of her cheek.
"I was wrong," he admitted frankly, staring at her. "But I lost Zhao Zhao once, and I don't want it to happen again."
Yuan Zhao turned around and looked at him, but his eyes were a little lonely. Somehow, his nose felt sore and a tear fell.
Seeing her like this, Huo Yan laid her down, kissed away her tears, and suddenly smiled.
"Zhao Zhao, save your tears and cry later..."
After saying that, he kissed her lips again.
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With the first experience, Huo Yan mastered the skills and methods.
Not only was Yuan Zhao tossed around by him, but he was also asked questions out of the blue.
"Zhao Zhao... do you like it...?"
"Zhao Zhao...are you there yet?..."
"Zhao Zhao... can you please turn over?..."
Yuan Zhao was already exhausted, but he was still not satisfied, doing it again and again.
Later, the candle was almost burned out and the sky was bright outside.
She didn't know when the topic came back, and she heard him ask,
"How did Dota threaten you?"
Yuan Zhao was almost falling asleep, his mind was a little unclear, and he answered according to the original memory in his mind.
"He...he offered Huo Pingchang as a bargain...If I didn't listen, he would tell everyone about Huo Pingchang...The portrait was a warning..."
She gave an unclear answer, but Huo Yan suddenly stopped.
When Yuan Zhao reacted, she opened her eyes, and Huo Yan looked at her for a long time.
Only then did she realize what she had said.
"Nothing..." She smiled and raised her hand to touch his face. "You saved me, and he hasn't..."
Huo Yan stood up, lifted her legs, and put his hands on her knees.
Her legs were as smooth as jade, without a single scar.
But he suddenly asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Yuan Zhao's entire body ached, and he couldn't even lift his hands. Thinking he was asking about something else, he closed his eyes and nodded, "It hurts..."
It was not until the next moment when he put his face close to her legs and kissed her knees that she came to her senses and thought of something.
Looking at the suppressed emotions in Huo Yan's eyes, it was obvious that he knew something.
"You... know everything?" she asked tentatively.
Huo Yan leaned over, lay down on his side with her, and held her tightly in his arms.
He didn't answer, but Yuan Zhao already understood the answer.
She gently put her arm around his waist and smiled to comfort him.
She even bent her knees slightly, as if to prove something, and spoke in a light tone.
"It's nothing. There's really no root cause of the disease left, and it doesn't hurt anymore. Look, I'm fine in front of you now, right?"
Huo Yan remained silent, but his eyes were as gloomy as if covered by a layer of deep dark clouds.
He had read the records of the Imperial Hospital, which said that her legs had already been damaged by typhoid fever and it would be difficult to completely recover.
Gan Tang told him that she knelt in front of the Qinzheng Hall for three days and three nights during the heavy snow that year, just to ask for an amnesty for him.
When she was sent back to Changchun Palace, she had a high fever, her breathing was weak, and she was still mumbling his name in a daze.
During that time, her health almost collapsed.
In the first two months, she was completely unable to get out of bed and even needed help to turn over.
Later, she began to walk with difficulty, but the pain in her knees was always with her. She was plagued by illness and pain for more than half a year, and was depressed and even unwilling to see people.
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