Chapter 6: Licking "He's so awful!"
"I didn't eat dirt..."
Ruan Yang lay on the ground for a long time before getting up. She tentatively glanced at Ning Xian and saw that although the other party had lowered his posture when facing her, the aura he exuded was colder than lake water in the dead of winter.
The man raised an eyebrow and said disdainfully, "Then come here. Come here, little Aheng, come to my side."
Today, Ruan Yang wore a crescent-white blouse with a curved hem. Her thick, beautiful hair was tied up with a very simple wooden hairpin. Even though her clothes were simple and elegant, they could not hide her plump and beautiful figure under the fabric. Especially when paired with her stubborn expression and tearful face, any man who saw her would want to keep her hidden away.
Seeing that Ning Xian had suddenly become lost in thought for some reason, Ruan Yang knelt on the ground, a few feet away from him, and said, "If I go back with you, will you hit me?"
"No." Ning Xian shook her head.
Will you scold me?
"No, not at all."
Ruan Yang lowered her eyes, still a little uneasy. Then, a thought popped into her head, and she suddenly remembered a storybook she'd read a few days ago. They'd never consummated their relationship in the months they'd been together. As the saying goes, couples quarrel in bed and make up before they get out of bed. Could it be that Ning Xian was really going to do it to her this time...?
She sighed, "My dear husband, but I really don't want to."
Seeing her timid and hesitant demeanor, Ning Xian was losing patience. He stood up and clicked his tongue, "What are you thinking about?"
I don't want to sleep with you...
"What?"
Ruan Yang spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, and Ning Xian, who was a little hard of hearing, asked, "What don't you want to talk to me about?"
Ruan Yang saw that there were still many guards standing behind him, all staring straight at her. She had never seen such a scene before, as a young lady who had been raised in the inner chambers since childhood. And the man in front of her was forcing her to say those embarrassing words again. She was at a loss for words.
So she stopped repeating herself, told a lie, and shook her injured hand, saying, "Because the night before my husband left last time, he bullied me too badly, and my wound hasn't healed yet, so I can't do that for now."
A few days ago, before Ning Xian left the courtyard, he forced her to make him a lot of sweet cakes in one night. She kneaded the dough and shaped the dumplings. When she was boiling water, she accidentally burned her hand with the steam.
As soon as the words were spoken, the solemn guards in the darkness trembled involuntarily with their swords in hand. A moment later, one of the unlucky ones let out a suppressed laugh that sounded like a pig squealing.
Ning Xian's expression changed slightly, realizing that the guards behind him had misunderstood. He was somewhat "annoyed and embarrassed" and took the initiative to walk towards Ruan Yang, then poked her forehead: "What are you thinking about all day long? Come back with me!"
Ruan Yang wanted to say something, but Ning Xian covered her mouth with her handkerchief. Then, amidst the fragrance of lotus blossoms, she was pulled up by Ning Xian's arms and pushed onto his horse.
...
As the clouds gathered and rain fell, the moon disappeared into the dark clouds. Ning Xian held Ruan Yang in his arms and rode at full speed, arriving back at the courtyard before the raindrops fell.
Ning Xian had just put Ruan Yang down when someone came to report: "Master, Zhou Ming has been captured and is currently tied up in the courtyard, awaiting your disposal."
Ruan Yang felt inexplicably guilty and started kicking the pebbles at her feet helplessly. However, the man bent down slightly and approached her, saying, "Your little lover is about to die. Do you want to go see him one last time?"
Ruan Yang shook her head: "I don't know him. I was just deceived by him. I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."
"Oh, since Ah Heng is an insignificant person, then I'll just deal with him however I want."
Ning Xian declared loudly, "Take this person to the back mountain, skin him alive, and use the skin to make a new horsewhip for your young master."
Before Ruan Yang could react, she heard cries of pleas for mercy coming from the backyard. The fact that Ning Xian was able to catch Zhou Ming so quickly proved that he had been following them and had never left her side.
"Ah Heng, are you hungry? Come and have dinner with me."
Hearing Ning Xian call her, Ruan Yang followed Ning Xian back into the house. After a while, Lan Rong and several maids brought up the dinner.
There were about twenty dishes of various sizes, including roasted whole lamb, braised pork hock, and sweet and sour pork ribs. In addition, there were some snacks such as osmanthus cake and lotus flower pastry. The soups were lotus root and pork rib soup, and the drinks were chrysanthemum tea and osmanthus wine.
Ning Xian laughed and said, "Eat up, Aheng."
Seeing Ruan Yang holding the naan in both hands, chewing it sparsely and seemingly not very interested in the food, he laughed and said, "Tell me, in other people's homes, what would happen if the husband caught his wife having an affair with another man?"
Ruan Yang paused in her chopsticks and said, "So you want me to die now? But you clearly agreed."
Ning Xian lazily interrupted her, coldly saying, "But you also promised to stay home and wait for me to come back. Do you know that I hate being lied to the most? If it were anyone else, they would have ended up like Zhou Ming."
Ruan Yang's heart clenched, and tears involuntarily streamed down her face. She had originally thought that Ning Xian was just all bark and no bite and couldn't bear to let her die.
So, is she eating her last meal before she's executed?
Although she had forgotten her past relationship, she knew that she had let Ning Xian down. The sweet cake she was biting into slowly turned bitter. Ruan Yang looked up and said, "Thank you."
"Thank me?"
Ning Xian glanced at her with disdain. He knew she would be frightened to tears, but he didn't expect her tears to be not of fear, but of sadness.
"Yes, thank you for taking me in, for sending people to take such good care of me, and for being willing to wear the clothes I made. I know those clothes are very ugly and don't do justice to you."
"I've figured it out these past few days. I don't remember anything. I have no friends, no family, only you."
Ning Xian was taken aback. He touched the hand under the small table, but after a while, he withdrew it. He snorted, "What's there to be touched about? I burned all those clothes, and I fed all the pastries you made to the dogs. Don't remember them."
"I'm not a good person. You only have me, but I don't only have you."
What if Ruan Yang one day finds out that he was the one who wanted to destroy her homeland and kill her sister, and that saving her now was actually using her?
How heartbroken will she be then?
Ning Xian felt a little uncomfortable and deliberately said, "I have more than just you as my woman. They are much gentler and more considerate than you, unlike you who always cries and makes a lot of noise."
"By the way, I'm sure I'll marry a wife someday. Once I have a wife, I'm afraid I won't have time to take care of you, my mistress."
Upon hearing this, Ruan Yang tightened her grip on the handkerchief in her hand. It was only a matter of time before Ning Xian threw it away.
She thought...
Ning Xian saw that her tears were increasing, and the mud and blood on her face were becoming more and more smeared, making her look like a real cat now.
He was a clean freak and couldn't stand this kind of scene, so he tapped the table and said, "Stop!"
"I'll give you two choices because I feel sorry for you. First, you must stay by my side and never betray me, no matter what I do to you in the future. Second, you can take care of it yourself."
After he finished speaking, a dagger fell to the ground with a clang.
Ruan Yang picked up the dagger; the blade was very sharp, and if he were to stab it in a vital spot, he would not feel any pain.
Seeing that she was playing with the dagger in a very dangerous manner, Ning Xian frowned and asked, "Have you thought this through?"
Ruan Yang bit her lip; she dared not die, nor did she want to die.
She didn't want to die so inexplicably before regaining her memories.
With tears still on her cheeks, she suddenly stood up and bowed to Ning Xian: "I wish to follow you for the rest of my life, my lord. I hope you will have mercy on me."
Ning Xian breathed a sigh of relief, her tone returning to its icy coldness: "If you finish eating all of these, I won't wrap you up and sink you into the water to feed the fish."
Ruan Yang glanced at the feast before her, roughly counting over twenty dishes. She had a small appetite to begin with, so how could she possibly finish all of this?
"Then eat the candied hawthorn I bought for you."
Ning Xian clapped her hands, and a maid brought over a dozen strings of sweet candied hawthorns, along with a bowl of sticky, white stuff for dipping.
Upon closer inspection, Ruan Yang saw blood swirling in the bowl, emitting a strong fishy smell, which made her gag.
"And these are the eyeballs and human skin soup of the people who harmed you. Eat them all, and I will forgive and forget and treat you well."
Ruan Yang trembled all over, feeling a tightness in his chest. How could he be so cruel?
After a long standoff, Ning Xian didn't force her to eat. Instead, he took off his shirt in front of her, revealing his strong arms.
In the candlelight, the man's left shoulder was wrapped in gauze soaked with blood. When the gauze was removed, it revealed the crimson muscle and the twisted, ugly stitches underneath.
He took the medicine by himself, bit the stopper off the bottle with his teeth, and silently sprinkled the powder onto the wound.
Perhaps because he had sprayed too much, Ning Xian couldn't hold back any longer and let out a muffled groan. Tiny beads of sweat welled up from his pores.
This movement caused even more blood to seep out.
Ning Xian struggled on his own for quite a while, only to find a gaze fixed on his bare chest.
He glared at Ruan Yang and gave her a new nickname: Little Yellow Cat.
Ning Xian snorted and covered her face: "What are you looking at? It's all your fault. Come here."
Ruan Yang was still immersed in the fear she had just experienced. The nightmare that kept recurring began to swirl in her mind again, and she even slowly began to confront the man in front of her.
Hearing Ning Xian call her again, she slowly knelt on the bed with unsteady steps, feeling cold all over. She pleaded, "I'm a little tired, could you be a little gentler?"
Ning Xian frowned: "?"
He originally just wanted Ruan Yang to help him bandage up, but he didn't expect that this little yellow cat would keep talking about matters between men and women!
Since she's so eager for my body, why not...
He had another wicked idea, and smiled slyly: "Kneel down and lick the blood that just flowed out of my veins clean with your tongue."
Ruan Yang was stunned for a long time, never expecting Ning Xian to have such a hobby. She wasn't some random cat or dog, how could he tease her like this?
"You dislike me?" Ning Xian stared intently.
Ruan Yang shook her head, obediently knelt on the couch, held the man's bare shoulders, and lowered her slender, straight neck slightly.
As soon as her fingertips touched Ning Xian's skin, Ruan Yang's ears started to burn.
She took a deep breath, and when her tongue touched his chest, she gasped. His skin was burning hot, and the wound felt like a knife cut sprinkled with salt. In an instant, the salty, fishy taste and the bitterness of the medicine exploded on her taste buds.
Ning Xian couldn't help but shudder, and goosebumps instantly rose on her skin. She smelled the sweet fragrance emanating from the girl's body, and seemed to feel something burning from her waist and abdomen.
The man suddenly realized that he had been playing with fire and getting burned. The stinging pain from his wound brought him back to his senses. He pushed the girl's head away, panting, and said, "That's enough."
"It's clean now."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ruan Yang was about to take the gauze to re-bandage Ning Xian when she suddenly felt a tightening around her waist. The next second, she fell into a burning hot embrace...
A note from the author:
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Early on: Don't fall in love with me, I have no heart.
Post-production: Girl, I only have one heart, so save yourself the trouble.
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