No, she suddenly released the contract and collapsed to the ground. They shouldn't be treated like this! Why do they look down on them? The fate of Yan women is destined not to be in their own hands. They have always borne and endured all the bitterness, heartache, loneliness, and solitude alone. They should not be despised and scorned. What did they do wrong?
Looking at Qi, who had closed his eyes and was ignoring her, an indescribable despair overwhelmed Si Qiao, forcing her to suddenly kneel up and embrace him. As if it were the end of the world, she kissed his lips with a tragic grandeur. Her kiss was bitter and heartbreaking, because deep down she knew that this man would henceforth control all her joys and sorrows. And he didn't care about her; he even despised, loathed, and rejected her.
Qi was startled. When he opened his eyes, he saw Si Qiao's flushed face and slender eyebrows, which made him feel that she was delicate and cute. He even forgot to push her away.
In the following days, his condition gradually improved, but Si Qiao became increasingly unhappy, because that meant he would soon no longer need her, and perhaps the first thing he would do after he recovered was to get rid of her.
The next day, Qi was able to move freely. Just as Si Qiao went out hunting, he staggered out of the cave. As long as he could move, he would not want to be in the same room with that woman. He had long since disregarded life and death. He was not afraid of encountering danger, but he felt ashamed to spend more time with her.
He walked for an unknown amount of time, and as darkness fell, he stubbornly continued walking through the dense forest, no matter how much pain his wounds caused. A chill spread from his spine to his entire body, and he couldn't help but shiver. Finally, exhausted, he leaned weakly against a large tree, panting.
As the night deepened, the chill intensified, making him feel as if he were immersed in an ice cellar. Had it not been for his extraordinary willpower, he would have long since collapsed onto the damp, muddy ground, his limbs stiff. Looking at the seemingly endless road ahead, he finally slid slowly down the tree trunk.
That's it! No one will find out if I die here. He closed his eyes, abandoning the thought of getting up again. For him, what joy was there in living, what fear was there in dying? He was utterly alone. Having lived for twenty-five years, he truly wanted to ask: what exactly is the feeling of happiness?
Suddenly... a familiar fragrance wafted into his nose and mouth, pulling him back from his waning consciousness. The next moment, he was embraced by a warm, soft chest, which pulled him out of the mud.
Even if he didn't want to admit it, all of this made him feel very comfortable, so comfortable that he couldn't muster the slightest thought of resistance. He only hoped that this warmth would never disappear and could surround him for a lifetime.
Si Qiao didn't say anything, but put his arm around his neck and carried him back the way he came.
Heaven knows how angry she had been. When she returned to the cave with a pheasant, she found Qi nowhere to be found. She was filled with anxiety and fear, worried that their enemies had come looking for him and taken him away. A nameless dread almost suffocated her; if something had happened to him, she didn't know if she could ever go back to her former life.
Fortunately, his injuries had not yet fully healed, and he walked very slowly. She followed his trail and finally caught up with him.
In the dead of night, Qi felt a cold he had never felt before, a cold that seemed to freeze his internal organs, chilling even his heart. Just when he thought he was about to freeze to death, an incredibly warm, petite body nestled into his arms, tightly enveloping him. Then, honey-like lips covered his, warm breath flowing into his mouth, the warmth making him feel as if he were bathed in the blazing sun, an indescribable comfort.
After the heat finished, realizing she was about to leave, he couldn't resist and immediately chased after her, clinging to her and refusing to let her go. Her warm body exuded a fatal allure. Who she was? What kind of woman was she? None of that mattered to him anymore. He only knew that with her, he could obtain a satisfaction he had never felt before, and under her comfort, he would no longer fear the cold and loneliness.
During the struggle, the already healed wound on his back burned unbearably again, but he didn't care at all. Looking at the beads of sweat dripping onto the snow-white body beneath him, and that beautiful face that he couldn't tell if it was Si Qiao or Shu Yao, an indescribable tenderness rose from the bottom of his heart, making him unable to control himself and lovingly call out the name hidden deep in his heart.
Yao'er? Annoyed, Si Qiao broke free from his persistent embrace, knelt beside him, and wished she could kick him hard to quell the heartache she felt.
Hmph! She's a married woman, and he's still so hung up on her. What a fool! What does he think he is? A love-struck fool? Bah! She thinks he's more of a pathetic fool!
Si Qiao's angry and barely concealed gaze fell on Qi's back, and she was shocked to find that the white bandage binding the wound had turned red. She immediately jumped up and quickly untied the bandage to check, only to find that the wound had reopened due to his earlier vigorous movements. Helpless, she could only curse and grumble as she applied medicine and bandaged him again.
When Qi woke up, the rain had stopped, and dawn was breaking on the horizon. He felt unusually refreshed and full of energy.
But a strong stench of sweat made him frown. Fragments of what had happened last night after he was delirious with fever suddenly flashed through his mind. He must have sweated profusely, which had actually expelled the cold from his body. But the woman he had been intimately entangled with, who had lost control several times, and who had even fervently desired him... could it be her?
He didn't believe it! He sat up and looked around. Apart from the still-warm fire in the cave, there was no sign of her. He was stunned. Had she abandoned him and left? A surge of anger welled up in his heart, but he quickly suppressed it. Her whereabouts were none of his business. What mattered most now was finding a water source and cleansing himself of the filth.
It took him a lot of effort to slowly move to the cave entrance. He walked away unsteadily. Although his external injuries had all healed, he could not gather his internal energy. Therefore, he could not force himself to circulate his energy, otherwise he would be trapped in the mountains for even longer. After all, no one could help him now except himself.
The cool air from all around him refreshed him.
"Why are you still not behaving yourself? Are you not satisfied until you die out there?" Si Qiao's reproachful voice came from not far away, but it was also incredibly sweet. It didn't sound like she was angry, but rather like a loving wife who cared about her husband.
Qi looked up and saw Si Qiao standing by the cave entrance, hands on her hips, glaring at him resentfully. Her curly hair was loosely tied into a bun, secured with a small wooden stick; though simple, it still exuded charm. He ignored her, merely pursing his thin lips slightly, and walked forward on his own.
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