Xie Lang is definitely an excellent student. He knows how to apply what he has learned to other situations. Once he gains the upper hand, he knows exactly how to control people.
Wen Heming admitted that he was right.
Having endured countless illnesses, both major and minor, over the past decade, Wen Hemian had long since tempered her personality into a gentle and peaceful one. She considered this second chance at life a gift. Initially, she found the missions troublesome, but later she cherished this young boy in her heart.
She shouldn't be such an indecisive person, but when it comes to feelings, for the first time she felt the urge to back down and preferred to maintain the status quo.
Seeing Xie Lang's pained expression, Wen Hemian felt an indescribable heartache. Even her smile was forced: "I'm sorry, but this time, I won't leave again."
It's unclear which keyword triggered Xie Lang, but his body trembled, and the strength he had been holding onto Wen Hemian loosened slightly. His breathing was still erratic and hot, but he was noticeably calmer: "If what you said is true, that would be good."
What do you mean by "if it's true"?
Wen Hemian was amazed at his own good mindset; he could actually come up with such a thought in this situation.
She confirmed, "It's true."
You can't make the same mistake twice.
"You're lying. You were clearly having a great time during those three years away."
Xie Lang buried his head and gently nuzzled her neck, his voice low: "It's not like you've thought about me."
A dark possessiveness grew within him, and excitement and pain intertwined in his brain. Under the suppression of the drug's effects, Xie Lang slowly regained consciousness.
Upon realizing this, Wen Heming felt much more at ease.
"You're awake? Then let me go first."
After all that, Wen Hemian was covered in sweat, and the fragrance in the hall made her dizzy. She was afraid that if this continued, she would become the one who lost her senses.
But Xie Lang was not about to let her have her way so easily. He knew all too well how much he wanted to hold onto the person in front of him.
Wen Hemian's vision blurred for a moment, and when she came to her senses again, Xie Lang had embraced her in a different way.
Among women, she was considered tall. Xie Lang, having been well cared for and grown up quickly, was much shorter in comparison, and could easily encircle her completely.
What's even more outrageous is that, because they were so close, Wen Hemian could easily sense certain changes in his body.
The scorching temperature made people feel uneasy.
Wen Hemian raised her voice: "Xie Lang, I haven't agreed to your request yet!"
"Mmm." Xie Lang responded sullenly, snuggling closer to her like a docile big dog. "I won't force you, Grand Tutor. I feel so unwell. Will you stay with me for a while?"
Is this something that can be explained without forcing it?
Wen Hemian pursed her lips. She hadn't had time to pay attention in the chaos, but now that she had calmed down, she belatedly felt a slight stinging pain on her neck. She didn't know if the skin had broken, and her heart was pounding wildly. She felt that the worst decision she had made tonight was to come and see Xie Lang.
Or maybe if we wait a little longer, the medicine will take effect, and she'll be eager to deliver it.
Wen Hemian's rare moments of losing his composure almost always ended up because of Xie Lang.
Xie Lang looked down at her and smiled: "That's definitely not it."
Reasoning with them won't work.
Wen Heming finally realized this.
Her expression was indescribable: "Doesn't your head hurt anymore?"
Wen Hemian has good observation skills; during their exchange just now, he confirmed where Xie Lang's problem lay.
Xie Lang shook his head slightly, his eyes appearing exceptionally bright in the dim light: "I just care about what I care about more, so I don't care about the headache."
Wen Hemian couldn't take it seriously. She sighed and said, "What are the imperial physicians in the palace good for? Can't they even cure this headache?"
The name Xie Lang silenced her.
"It's a mental illness."
No further explanation is needed.
Even though I tried my best to keep it from her, she could guess.
Wen Hemian remained silent, and Xie Lang pressed on: "So there's no need for the imperial physician, it's enough that you're by my side."
A moment of silence followed.
Wen Hemian felt an indescribable sadness, never expecting that the pain she thought would fade with time would accompany Xie Lang so vividly for three years.
She asked him honestly, "If I hadn't come tonight, how long were you planning to keep this a secret?"
Xie Lang gave a wry smile: "Can we really keep it a secret?"
Wen Heming is so clever; she probably remembered this clue for a long time, but she just took the opportunity to reveal it.
After listening, Wen Heming remained silent.
Xie Lang kissed her on the cheek. Wen Hemian was probably in a daze and didn't dodge.
His voice was slightly hoarse.
“I am despicable, selfish, and evil to the core.”
"But I promise you, as long as you're here, things will never go in the worst possible direction."
Xie Lang did not consider himself a person without desires; it was simply that his willpower had become stronger after three years of tempering, and he could barely maintain his rationality in the face of his instinctive possessiveness.
Wen Hemian is that good medicine.
Xie Lang willingly drew a circle around himself for her, restraining and controlling himself.
It's impossible not to be moved to hear that an ambitious wolf cub is willing to restrain himself for her sake; it would be even better if he could let her go.
Wen Heming hesitated for a moment, then awkwardly said, "I believe what His Majesty said, and I also said I wouldn't leave again, so now, can you let go of my hand?"
"Um."
After a long silence, Xie Lang slowly responded, his eyes still filled with reluctance. Perhaps he was really worried about going too far, so he finally relented.
Wen Hemian couldn't bear it: "Is it still in a lot of pain? Please ask the imperial physician to come and take a look."
Xie Lang got up and lit a few more candles, without objection: "Alright."
He was quite optimistic: "I'm already much better, so there's no need for the Grand Tutor to worry too much. I'll have the imperial physician prescribe some other medicine, and we won't be using this incense anymore."
The light suddenly brightened, and Wen Heming sat up, blinking uncomfortably. Just as she came to her senses, she heard these words. She subconsciously looked at Xie Lang's face, completely unaware that she was also being watched.
After all that commotion, her once neatly dressed clothes were now disheveled, the blush on her ears hadn't faded, her eyes were still glistening and watery, and there were a few small wounds on her neck near her chin, giving her a somewhat alluring look.
Xie Lang watched this scene, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.
Wen Hemian felt that his gaze was strange, which made her feel uneasy. She calmed herself down and hurriedly got up: "I will go and call the imperial physician for His Majesty."
"No need, Grand Tutor, you rest, I'll go."
How could Xie Lang allow anyone to see Wen Hemian in her current state? He gently pressed down on her shoulder, said those words, and then turned to go outside to give orders. His steady steps showed no sign of someone who had just experienced pain.
Wen Hemian was not one to sit idly by and wait for death. She turned her gaze and caught sight of a bronze mirror placed not far away, in which she saw her reflection. She suddenly froze, her ears burning, and she belatedly began to straighten her clothes.
However, the stimulation doesn't end there.
When Xie Lang returned, he was holding a small medicine in his hand. He looked at Wen Hemian with a smile, his eyes filled with an unspeakable meaning: "I just got a cut. Han Shuang, please forgive my recklessness. I've come to atone for my mistake."
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