His body suffered a series of severe injuries in a short period of time, and it was almost rotting from the inside out.
However, the White Horse Temple was also beset by internal and external troubles and crises, and he dared not let himself fall.
If he can't hold on any longer, what will happen to the person in front of him?
Song Ting felt both annoyed and wronged, but she refused to show it at all. She simply wrapped one arm around Huai Xu's waist and picked him up in her arms.
This action caused the wound on his back to reopen, but the pain was far less than the excruciating pain caused by the backlash from the Pizhu Dan.
Song felt dizzy and lightheaded, and it took him a very long time to walk a few steps. Cold sweat kept breaking out on his forehead.
Chu Huaixu cooperated without struggling at all, remaining in his arms and gazing at him with a smile.
Song Ting carefully placed him on the bed. The man tried to sit up, but Song Ting pushed him, causing him to fall against the wall on the side of the bed.
Afraid of hurting him, Song Ting placed her arm between his back and the wall before his back hit it.
A possessive kiss followed, and the two were kneeling and leaning against each other. Chu Huaixu's position was not advantageous, so Song Ting gained the upper hand in this round.
However, the former was not particularly unhappy. Instead, he took the initiative to wrap his arms around the commander's waist, tightening his grip.
The two were so deeply in love that they were almost suffocating. Only then did Song Ting release her mouth, cup Chu Huaixu's face in her hands, and press her forehead against his.
The kiss had exhausted him, and the dizziness in his vision was getting worse, but he didn't feel as much pain in his body.
For Song Ting, Chu Huaixu was like the most precious medicine in the world. As long as this person was there, no matter how badly he was injured or how much torment he suffered, he would never fall down.
"Young master, please have mercy on me." He slowly closed his eyes, finally letting himself reveal a trace of his true emotions.
He had walked this path with too much pain and exhaustion. Chu Huaixu's coldness and hatred were like knives scraping his heart, drawing blood with every cut.
"Young master, I beg you..." His tone was restrained and controlled, but sobs uncontrollably escaped his throat.
Whether he noticed it or not, a hint of surprise flashed clearly in Chu Huaixu's eyes, but it was so fleeting that it was impossible to catch.
After a long pause, he pulled his hand away from Song Ting's, placed his palm on the man's left shoulder, and spoke with his usual nonchalance and contempt:
"Your status is unparalleled, sir. Why would you need the pity of a lowly servant like me? Are you joking with me, sir?"
As she spoke, her hand tightened continuously. There was a very serious wound in that spot, and Song Ting's face turned pale with pain, cold sweat pouring down her face.
He gritted his teeth, opened his eyes, and gazed intently at Chu Huaixu. The emotions in his eyes were so overflowing they seemed about to spill over.
Chu Huaixu opened his mouth and raised his arm, trying to block out that gaze.
However, before the hand could land on Songti's eyes, it was intercepted halfway.
He turned his head, instinctively about to curse, when two hands touched his shoulders. The next moment, he found himself unable to move.
Chu Huaixu: "..."
He belatedly realized that he had been acupunctured.
"Song Ting!" His anger flared instantly, Chu Huaixu's eyes widened in fury. "How dare you treat me like this! What do you want to do!"
"I won't hurt you." Song Ting gently kissed his chin, her gaze filled with devotion and adoration.
"I'm in so much pain, I don't have the strength to argue with you, so I had to resort to this method. I'm sorry..."
This tone, coupled with Song Ting's gaze, sent chills down Chu Huaixu's spine: "Song Ting! Let me go!"
"Wait a little longer." Song Ting was only focused on kissing him, the kisses landing one after another on Chu Huaixu's face, collarbone, Adam's apple...
He seemed to never get enough of kissing her, pecking at her again and again.
Just when Chu Huaixu thought they would kiss like this until dawn, Song Ting took out a black cloth from her bosom and, under Chu Huaixu's angry glare, blindfolded him.
The fabric was soft and smooth, and it didn't make Chu Huaixu feel too uncomfortable, but he felt annoyed by the offense.
He tried to take it off, but forgot that he had been acupunctured and couldn't move at all.
He wanted to glare at Song Ting, but with a black cloth covering his eyes, it had no threatening effect whatsoever.
The deep sense of defeat made Chu Huaixu even angrier: "The Empress Dowager is on the verge of death, and you don't even know if you can keep your head. Instead of thinking of a solution, you're full of this kind of thing. Commander, you really have a lot of leisure time!"
Because he couldn't see, his hearing became even more acute, and the rustling sounds clearly reached Chu Huaixu's ears.
The next instant, his hand hanging by his side was grabbed, and Song Ting interlocked his fingers with his, squeezing his palm in that position.
The places that had been pinched were burning hot, and Chu Huaixu wanted to curse again, but the man let go of his hand.
"..." Chu Huaixu fell silent for a moment for no apparent reason.
A few breaths later, he heard rustling sounds again. Chu Huaixu listened for a while, trying to guess what Song Ting was doing.
Soon, a shadow seemed to fall over him, and as Chu Huaixu subconsciously looked up, he found himself in a warm embrace.
He thought inappropriately that Song Ting had a fever. It was too hot; if it continued to burn like this, the dignified commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard might be turned into an idiot.
"Song Ting, stop. Don't make me hate you."
He warned him in a low voice, but was met with an even more passionate kiss in return.
Song Ting's two arms were draped around his neck, and the rough fabric of her clothes made Chu Huaixu feel uncomfortable.
But he quickly realized that what had rubbed against his skin wasn't Song Ting's sleeve. During today's blessing ceremony, the man was wearing that black python robe; it shouldn't feel like this.
What's sticking to him right now is probably the bandage wrapped around Song Ting's arm.
This conjecture made Chu Huaixu's throat tighten.
Perhaps noticing his distraction, Song Ting gently bit his nipple, ending the kiss.
Chu Huaixu's lips were a vibrant red. Song Ting knelt before him, gazing at him with a torrent of emotions surging in her eyes.
It was as if a wild beast called (Bath) Desire was locked inside him, and it was about to break free of its cage.
"Song Ting, I'll say it again, release the pressure points from my body, or I'll hate you even more."
These words were like a sharp dagger, stabbing Song Ting deeply into the heart.
He was already in so much pain that he could barely endure it, but Chu Huaixu's knife wound was even more devastating, making him feel like he was about to die from the pain.
For a moment, Song Tingzhen actually raised her arm, wanting to remove the blindfold from his eyes, release the pressure points, and then escape from the room.
He had no face to see Chu Huaixu again.
But this hesitation lasted only a moment, and soon his gaze became more determined.
He couldn't live without Chu Huaixu, but he had to live.
I must not die, at least not now.
"Hate me all you want, young master, anyway..." He cupped Chu Huaixu's hand to his lips and gently kissed his fingertips, "You already hate me to death..."
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