Chapter 86 "Would you like me to be gentler?"...
Ji Chengning suddenly stepped back, his still-intact hand pressing tightly against his clothes, his peach blossom eyes looking at Cui Yao with shame and indignation, as if he were looking at a lecherous man who was about to take liberties with him.
He feigned anger, saying, "Men and women should not touch each other!"
Three parts sincerity, seven parts pretense.
Cui Yao raised her hand.
The sharp knife was held between the well-defined knuckles, its cold light gleaming like a snake's fang.
Ji Chengnin shrank back and threatened in a high-pitched tone, "Don't touch me, or I'll call for help."
Cui Yao lowered her eyes.
Young Master Ji sat on a dilapidated chair, one arm covering his chest. His hair, which had been disheveled from the earlier commotion, hung loosely and looked as pathetic as their pet dog.
Actually, it looked vibrant and full of life, but... Cui Yao's gaze swept over Ji Chengnin's right arm, which was twisted in a very strange position. The exposed skin was covered in purplish-blue bruises and was so swollen that the fabric could hardly cover it, making it look extremely horrifying.
Unfortunately, it's too much of an eyesore.
Ji Chengning injured himself while saving someone; it's really too much of an eyesore.
His thick, dark eyelashes were lowered.
A hint of hostility was firmly drawn into the depths of his eyes.
For some reason, Ji Chengning felt a chill run down his spine upon seeing this.
I was afraid, but I couldn't explain why. My throat felt like it was stuffed with quicksand, both itchy and painful.
"Ah Yao?" Ji Chengning asked tentatively.
He resisted the urge to rub his arms.
Cui Yao lowered her head and suddenly smiled at Ji Chengnin, who was now genuinely nervous.
His smile was like ice melting and snow thawing, and his eyes seemed to flow with gentle autumn water. However—his eyes were light in color, and the blood-red veins at the bottom of his eyes were particularly clear.
His eyes, clear and translucent like glass, were shrouded in a layer of menacing red veins.
Ji Chengning's dodging motion froze.
My cousin looks really scary today!
Cui Yao seemed to sense Ji Chengnin's fear, and the smile on his lips faded slightly. He spoke, his voice even softer, "What time is it? Why are you still worrying about such a trivial matter?"
He bent down.
The shadow cast silently merged with Ji Chengnin's shadow.
At noon, the scorching sun is high.
The time of extreme Yang.
However, yin arises from yang.
“If Your Highness minds,” he said softly, “you can gouge out my eyes, how about that?”
As he spoke, he turned the blade, bringing the sharp edge to his face.
These words were chilling, and Ji Chengnin gave him a strange look.
In my cousin's words, he seemed more like a girl.
Ji Chengnin refused without hesitation, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
He casually slapped Cui Yao's hand away from the knife.
Therefore, Cui Yao naturally assumed that this was tacit approval.
He reached out, his slender fingers gently touching Ji Chengnin's collar. The latter tried to move, but he had anticipated this and firmly held Ji Chengnin's back with one hand, preventing him from pulling away.
Although Ji Chengnin was wearing light and soft armor, it was only lighter and softer than other armor.
The chest armor, back armor, shoulder guards, and arm armor together weigh a full fifteen pounds, making it quite difficult to remove with one hand.
With her long fingers pressing against his clothes, Cui Yao drew even closer.
He bent down.
His chest nearly grazed Ji Chengning's nose.
Ji Chengning subconsciously held his breath.
Yet, the eerie fragrance emanating from Cui Yao still lingered around her.
It lingers, like a shadow.
"Don't be willful."
His chest rose and fell slightly.
A slightly hoarse voice sounded from above.
Ji Chengning's ears turned red from holding back his anger. Cui Yao was so close to him that he could even see a red mole on his cousin's neck, as red as splattered blood, which stood out conspicuously against her pale skin.
Do not look at what is improper! Do not look at what is improper! Do not look at what is improper!
Ji Chengning abruptly looked away.
His gaze frantically met Cui Yao's lips.
As a woman, Cui Yao's lips were too sharp and not full enough, making her look like she was heartless and ungrateful.
"Swish—"
Cui Yao's hand had somehow loosened his belt.
Ji Chengnin's Adam's apple bobbed violently.
His outer robe was very simple, and the inner armor was smooth and shiny. The outer robe rolled off his shoulders like flowing water.
It fell to the ground along with its sash.
Most of it covered Cui Yao's military boots.
The soft, beautiful brocade covering the cold, hard iron boots inexplicably revealed a touch of allure.
Ji Chengning had no time to care about this, because Cui Yao had already placed both hands on the clasps connecting his breastplate and shoulder guards. The leather straps were tied very tightly, and he was sweating, making the knots wet and sticky.
Cui Yao lowered her head and focused intently on untying the rope.
His pale fingertips hooked the leather cord. He frowned, clearly noticing there was no gap to apply force. Neither he nor Ji Chengnin wore armor. Their clear eyes darted around, revealing a thoughtful expression.
“Ah Yao, just cut it off…”
The next second, Ji Chengnin fell silent.
Cui Yao lowered her head, her entire face almost pressed against Ji Chengning's breastplate, her sharp canine teeth biting the knot and pulling it outward with force.
The leather rope loosened instantly.
Cui Yao looked up.
Ji Chengning became the one who avoided being seen.
Cui Yao's lips curled up slightly.
He tried to tie the other end of the rope in the same way, but this time it was tied so securely that Cui Yao couldn't bite it open for a while.
His chin pressed tightly against the cold, hard armor, where several ferocious Qiongqi patterns were branded.
The more anxious you are, the less you can solve it; and the less you can solve it, the more anxious you become.
Men and women should not touch each other. He was so close to Ji Chengning that he should be flustered and unable to make a move.
A rapid, sticky breath landed on Ji Chengning's chin.
The young general felt his breathing becoming increasingly labored, and the veins on his neck bulged. He asked with difficulty, "Are you done yet?"
With something in her mouth, Cui Yao mumbled, "So tight." Ji Chengning didn't hear her clearly and gave a puzzled "hmm." He added, "Almost done."
As soon as he finished speaking, the other leather rope was also torn.
Cui Yao straightened up, put both hands behind Ji Chengning's back, and went to untie the leather rope around his shoulder blades.
In this way, the two positions were reversed, and Ji Chengning had no choice but to lean into Cui Yao's arms.
The two people, one sitting and one standing.
From a distance, it looks like a tightly fitted embrace.
Sweat trickled down Ji Chengning's brow bone, whether from holding it in or from the heat of being so close together, it was hard to tell.
Sweat rolled into his eyes, catching him off guard, and he choked softly from the sting.
Cui Yao stopped moving. "Did I hurt you?"
Ji Chengnin gasped for breath, "No, you can continue."
The leather straps on his back were untied very quickly. Once they were all off, Cui Yao removed his shoulder pads and gently placed them to the side.
The rest of his armor was quickly removed, and soon Ji Chengnin was left with only his inner lining.
The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Cui Yao carefully removed his inner lining without missing a beat.
Ji Chengning stared intently at the sky, where the old ashes drifted and swayed, making him dizzy.
Sweat trickled down his spine, sticky and itchy, making Ji Chengning almost unable to sit still.
"Don't move." He heard Cui Yao scold in a low voice.
It was too hot, and Ji Chengning wrinkled his nose, but his smile came out first. "You're so fierce, cousin." His tone was so sweet and cloying that it made people suspect he was trying to cover something up.
Despite being embarrassed just now, she insisted on talking to Cui Yao, her lips curving into a smile that was both provocative and teasing. "My teacher was never this strict when I first started learning."
Ji Chengning's inner lining was soaked with sweat. Cui Yao carefully unbuttoned it, and without looking up, said, "It's not like the young master hasn't called me 'sir' before."
Ji Chengning smiled, his lips moving slightly. His lips weren't as full as usual, but rather looked as if they had been flattened.
Cui Yao's hands were very steady.
In the brief moment when she was away from Ji Chengning's body, she accidentally bumped into the ring.
The internal mechanism vibrated slightly and made a creaking sound.
He removed Ji Chengning's inner lining.
Inch by inch, slowly and deliberately, without any selfishness, she helped her general undress.
But before she was fully undressed, Young Master Ji held down the other side tightly, determined not to let Cui Yao undress, his eyes reddening with embarrassment.
Cui Yao looked at it several more times before giving up.
Only the injured arm was exposed.
Even so, from Cui Yao's perspective, the lines of Ji Chengning's upper body were clearly visible.
His neck was long and slender, with thin skin clinging to his bones, and his veins were very distinct. Because it was so taut, his shoulders appeared exceptionally straight. His right arm was outside, and his lining couldn't cover his chest. His muscles were lean and strong, but not exaggerated, and the lining that clung to his skin created a slightly fleshy curve.
Further down, everything was indistinct and blurry.
Cui Yao calmly and slowly looked away.
This was the first time he had seen Ji Chengnin's body in broad daylight.
It's beautiful in every way.
It's not about pleasing others or being deliberately made beautiful; it's about a vibrant, fierce, and wild beauty.
Like a perfectly sharp blade, or a lazy yet fierce leopard stretching its body.
It makes one's mouth water.
It's terrifying.
Ji Chengnin's wound did not bleed, but it swelled up to the height of two fingers, bluish-purple, like a vicious insect or snake coiled on his skin, looking extremely ferocious and terrifying.
Cui Yao took a silent breath.
Ji Chengnin was still able to laugh.
In an apologetic tone, she asked softly, "Did I scare you?"
Cui Yao did not answer.
He turned to the side, took a bottle of medicine, broke the wax seal, and poured the ointment into his palm.
A pungent medicinal odor instantly spread out, not only spicy but also mixed with a sour and bitter taste, much like spoiled vinegar.
Ji Chengning sniffed, his face tense, clearly disgusted by the foul smell.
He didn't apply the medicine to Ji Chengning immediately. Instead, he held his other hand loosely over the ointment, and the semi-solid ointment gradually melted, stickily flowing to both sides.
He then dipped two fingers into a large amount and applied it to Ji Chengning's wound.
Ji Chengning's back tensed instantly.
Ouch, ouch, ouch, it hurts so much—wait, he realized that the wound didn't hurt at all, but was instead cool and refreshing. Cui Yao's strength was extremely light, like a falling flower brushing against his shoulder.
The coolness instantly dispelled most of the burning pain, gently and quickly flowing through my limbs and bones.
Ji Chengnin let out a breath, and his tense arms slowly relaxed.
However, he immediately realized that he had relaxed a little too soon.
Once the pain subsides, other sensations become more prominent.
He could even feel that Cui Yao's fingers were covered with a thin layer of calluses, which were not uncomfortable, and that the tip of her finger was covered with ointment, which was cool and smooth, meandering along the raised wound.
Little by little, and then little by little.
Although the force applied by the fingers was light, it was impossible to ignore.
cold.
It felt like drinking a big bowl of ice water on a sweltering day; I suddenly shivered, and a tingling sensation crept up from my tailbone.
I don't feel uncomfortable.
However, it's very strange.
Even my scalp started to tingle.
Cui Yao observed Ji Chengnin's expression intently. Seeing him frown deeply, she quickly raised her hand, leaned closer, and asked, "Would you like me to be gentler?"
Suddenly, medicine and fragrance splattered all over Ji Chengning's face, and then, as if they were real, were put into his mouth.
Ji Chengning gasped, his mouth filled with a rich, bitter, cold, and fragrant flavor.
"Cough cough cough cough... No, no need!"
Cui Yao gently patted his back with her hand.
Ji Chengning shivered several times.
Cui Yao's palms also had calluses, and his five fingers were spread out and stuck tightly to his spine.
It's hard to say whether it's comforting or restrictive.
“Ah Yao”.
Ji Chengning shook his head, avoiding Cui Yao's hand.
Cui Yao seemed not to understand his meaning, "Hmm?"
Lower your head.
His chin almost touched Ji Chengning's neck.
The latter became even stiffer and said dryly, "It's nothing."
Cui Yao nodded gently, her stray hairs brushing against Ji Chengning's neck, making him want to shrink back, but he was afraid of bumping into Cui Yao, so he had to endure it and stay still.
His breathing became increasingly rapid.
Cui Yao's gaze fell on Ji Chengning's arm.
"Does it hurt?"
His voice was slightly hoarse.
Ji Chengning didn't hear clearly, but when he caught a glimpse of Cui Yao's expression out of the corner of his eye, he swallowed back the question he wanted to ask.
He actually saw...tenderness in Cui Yao's eyes?
Ji Chengnin was taken aback.
He rarely senses that others feel this way about him; it's usually a mix of longing, envy, or even resentment.
Rather than this light, airy feeling, like spider silk brushing past his ear, both numb and itchy, leaving him bewildered.
Cui Yao opened her lips.
He gently blew on Ji Chengnin's wound while Ji Chengnin looked on in a daze.
"call."
The spider silk has broken.
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