But Chu Huaixu had just vomited blood and fainted several times, so Song Ting certainly didn't dare to risk his health. Before things got out of control, she managed to stop it.
The two leaned close together, their breathing quick and shallow. Chu Huaixu seemed to have completely calmed down, his expression softening. Song Ting, who had been anxious all day, finally felt relieved.
He found everything about the person in front of him beautiful—eyebrows, nose, eyes, mouth…every feature made his heart flutter.
He couldn't help but kiss him again, gently tracing Chu Huaixu's lips with his own. The latter flinched, chuckled, as if he had truly let go of his resentment and forgiven him.
For no apparent reason, Song Ting still felt a strange sense of unease.
He pressed his lips to Huaixu's, his voice filled with infatuation:
“Master, I ask for nothing now, and I don’t feel that you or the prince owe me anything. You gave me my life. If it weren’t for you, I might still be just a bodyguard under Zhang Bingzhi and wouldn’t be alive now.”
"I don't want you to feel sorry for me, I just want you to care for me, so don't leave me, don't think about leaving. Everything I do is for you. Without you, I would really go crazy."
"Promise me, Master."
"I am your little dog. A little dog without a master is very pitiful. I don't want to be homeless. Okay, Mingyu, please have pity on me, okay?"
Tears fell silently. Peeling off the mask of the Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, this person seemed to have become the little beggar from many years ago again, whose heart and eyes were filled only with Chu Huaixu. He was a pitiful little crybaby, afraid that Chu Huaixu would not want him.
In the past, Chu Huaixu would have started to comfort him the moment he shed his first tear, but tonight he remained silent.
Song Ting guessed what he meant; his unease was indeed not unfounded. So he cried even harder, and while crying, he began to kiss Chu Huaixu again, his tears and snot covering Chu Huaixu's face and neck.
Chu Huaixu was almost at his wit's end, and had no choice but to compromise: "I promise you, I'll try my best to live, but I don't know if I can—"
"It will be alright." Song Ting stopped him from continuing. "I will get the antidote. Doctor Yan is also trying to find a way. Don't be afraid, leave everything to me."
This look made him resemble a puppy eager to impress its owner, its tail practically wagging in the air. This made Chu Huaixu's heart soften.
"Yes, my puppy has grown up and is very capable."
Song Ting pressed her face against her palm, rubbing it affectionately, tears unknowingly streaming down her face.
Chu Huaixu chuckled: "If your subordinates saw you like this, Commander, you would probably lose face."
Song Ting, with tears still streaming down her face, smiled and said, "They wouldn't dare."
Chu Huaixu laughed even harder. "Alright, go to sleep, I'm actually a little sleepy too."
Perhaps because the hatred and resentment of so many years had finally found a place to settle, the huge stone that had been pressing on his heart for so long loosened, and Chu Huaixu slept for a long time.
When he opened his eyes, he found that he seemed unable to move. After a while, he realized that Song Ting was holding him tightly in her arms.
Chu Huaixu moved slightly, and the man tightened his grip even more, almost suffocating him.
"..." What a vicious dog! It carries the things back to its den and holds them tightly in its arms, refusing to let go no matter what.
Chu Huaixu mischievously poked him hard in the face.
Although Song Ting wasn't smiling at the moment, Chu Huaixu clearly remembered the exact location of his dimple.
I poked her, but Song Ting didn't wake up.
They poked her a second time, but Song Ting still didn't wake up.
The skin turned red from being poked, but Song Ting kept her eyes closed, as if she were fast asleep.
"How long is Commander Song going to pretend to be asleep?" Chu Huaixu asked in a drawn-out tone.
The room was very quiet, and he received no response. After a few breaths, Song Ting fluttered his eyelashes and opened his eyes blankly.
"Stop pretending, Commander. If you were really that low on vigilance, you would probably have died hundreds or thousands of times over the years." Chu Huaixu glanced at him and teased him. "But with your skills in putting on airs, if you went into opera, you could probably become a famous actor."
Song Ting could never win an argument with him, and after being exposed to his face, she felt even more embarrassed and didn't know what to say, so she just grabbed him and kissed him.
After the kiss, she asked cautiously, "Is it okay?"
Chu Huaixu chuckled and said, "You've already kissed, and only now you're asking me if it's alright? That's a bit too much, sir."
"..." Song Ting's face almost burned.
After their reunion, the two had a tense relationship. Huai Xu would often make sarcastic remarks to him, so much so that Song Ting had not yet fully processed the fact that Huai Xu already knew about it and had become accustomed to being cautious.
But Huai Xu showed no sign of anger; instead, he was all smiles. In a daze, Song Ting seemed to see the spirited young nobleman from five years ago again.
The little nobleman would smile at him beautifully and tease him without any malice.
Song felt very full and swollen. Before Huaixu could say anything more, she kissed him back.
The puppy made a mistake and lost its master. After finally returning to its master's side, the master no longer liked it. The puppy was so sad that it could only hide away and lick its wounds alone.
Now that his master wanted him back, the puppy was both terrified and full of anticipation. He was very clingy and couldn't get enough of Huaixu, and he fussed over him for a long time.
"Are you hungry? I asked the kitchen to make some chicken soup last night, would you like some?"
Actually, he still didn't have much of an appetite, but in order not to worry Song Ting, Chu Huaixu nodded and said, "Mm."
Chef Wang in the kitchen was quite skilled, especially in making soup. Chu Huaixu used to love drinking his soup, so Song Ting entrusted him with important responsibilities, putting all of Huaixu's meals to him.
However, today, Chu Huaixu only drank a few sips of the same soup and then refused to drink any more. Song Ting coaxed him, "...Eat some more meat?"
Chu Huaixu had already swallowed with great difficulty, and upon hearing this, he shook his head: "I won't eat."
"Then drink a few sips of soup," Song Ting said, coaxing a child. "Just think of it as drinking tea."
"The commander's mouth is truly capable of turning black into white; no wonder he was able to deceive everyone, including me, for so long."
Although the two had already talked things out, and Chu Huaixu felt sorry for Song Ting's efforts, he was still angry with her and would find an opportunity to say something sarcastic.
Taking the opportunity, Song Ting fed him a sip of soup, a wry smile on her face: "Master..."
"My lord!" While Song Ting was serving his master, Xiao Wu also came to join in the fun. Song Ting put the spoon back in the bowl, turned his head and glanced at him coldly, "You'd better have something important to do."
He had already given instructions that no one was allowed to disturb them tonight, even if the sky were to fall. Xiao Wu naturally knew this and stood at the door, not daring to come in.
"General Gu sent someone to report that there is unrest at the mountain gate."
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