Chapter 303 Is this a scene she can see?
The lack of oxygen in the brain caused mistakes and made things worse. Yan Yi experienced the consequences of speaking out of turn.
Seeing that she was dumbfounded and had no intention of answering, Wen Huoran did not intend to let her go. He put a little force on his feet and said in a stronger tone, "Speak!"
Her fingertips felt slightly numb, and Yan Yi tried to pull her hand away, but it was in vain - she was indeed powerless.
The villain stepped on the back of her hand with his bare feet, causing a dull pain. Yan Yi racked her brains and finally spoke, "Your Majesty, I—I have studied medicine since I was a child, and I have some knowledge of poison."
"Oh? What a coincidence." Wen Huoran was skeptical and asked, "You mortal doctors also know about Gu poison?"
Yan Yi: “…”
Are mortals inferior?
Yan Yi couldn't help but complain in his heart, who was the person who had a splitting headache and distorted facial features earlier? He still needed mortals like us to prepare calming incense to help him relieve his headache symptoms.
Although he was complaining, seeing that his tone had softened a little, Yan Yi was thinking in his mind how to make up a story to convince the villain.
"I—" Yan Yi's eyes flushed red as she spoke again, and her voice became choked. She sniffed and continued, "The master who taught me medicine was harmed by a villain when she was young, and was poisoned by a Gu. The symptoms during the attack were similar to—"
Before she finished speaking, she couldn't help crying out loud, as if she was extremely sad. Tears fell down, "pat, pat" dripping on Wen Huoran's smooth and white instep, and mixed with the undried water droplets flowed into the hot spring.
“Wow—woo—”
The master who was poisoned by the Gu was fake, but his tears of sadness were genuine - it was scary.
The original book did not mention that the cannon fodder Canary had a master who taught her medical skills. Apart from her childhood sweetheart, the only companion of Canary was the tabby cat.
Life is what matters. Yan Yi cried more and more sadly, and the dramatic scenes she had compiled on the spur of the moment appeared in her mind like a rehearsal.
"Your Majesty, the pain you feel when you have a headache is very similar to the symptoms my master experienced when the poison attacked him. I—I feel sad when I see this."
Wen Huoran couldn't help but frown when he heard this, and the strange and unfamiliar feeling in his heart resurfaced. He calmly loosened his feet and turned to walk behind the screen.
Yan Yi shook his numb wrist, let out a long sigh, and quickly climbed ashore. When he looked up, he was shocked to find that the villain was not wearing any clothes, but was completely naked.
Are they being honest with each other?
Even though it was a male-only story, the pace was way too fast. Yan Yi's ears suddenly felt hot for no reason, and his cheeks flushed.
She blinked but didn't look away. She just stared at the blurry figure through the misty vapor as it crossed the screen and became even more blurry.
Yan Yi couldn't help but sigh. Although this villain in the book was dark and perverted, and had killed countless people, he actually looked like a decent person. Ugh! Yan Yi corrected the wording - he looked very handsome.
She has a face as beautiful as jade, eyes as bright as stars, broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, and delicate and shiny skin.
The key is - the butt is round and firm, like the undulating mountains.
The light and shadow in the bathhouse were dim and flickering, and the figure behind the screen seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, and was hazy.
Yan Yi’s eyes almost popped out.
Realizing that her focus was gradually drifting away, she coughed lightly, hurried forward, and asked softly through the screen, "Your Majesty, can I leave now?"
No one responded.
Taking it as the villain's tacit approval, Yan Yi bent down to pick up the shoe that had fallen beside the hot spring. Without even bothering to put it on, she ran out in a panic.
Just as one hand touched the lacquered wooden door, a sinister voice suddenly came from behind: "Where are you going?"
Yan Yi froze, turned around awkwardly, and asked timidly, "Your Majesty, do you have any other instructions?"
Lust is like a sword hanging over one's head. Yan Yi wanted to slap himself twice. He dared to covet the naked body of the villain. He missed the opportunity and could not escape now.
Wen Huoran walked past Yan Yi and went straight to the table beside the hot spring and sat down. He bent his knuckles and tapped the edge of the table lightly, motioning her to follow him.
Yan Yi was soaking wet and still steaming. Her black hair stuck to her shoulders and water flowed down her skirt. She held her chest with her hands, feeling quite uncomfortable.
"Your Majesty, I'm so wet. Could you please let me go back to the house and change clothes?"
Wen Huoran glanced at her pale face, her jaw still dripping with sweat, and her whole body without any vitality. He frowned subconsciously.
The villain tilted his head slightly, and Yan Yi followed his gaze. Suddenly, he said, "There are clean clothes behind the screen. Change into them first."
This meant that she would not be allowed to leave, and Yan Yi knew it very well. She slowly moved behind the screen, feeling extremely reluctant, but she had no choice but to submit to the villain's tyranny.
After changing his clothes, Yan Yi tied his clothes with his head down, and walked out from behind the screen like a snail. Just after taking two steps, the villain's slightly impatient voice came from the front.
"Come here and tell me how to eradicate the poison."
With a shake of his hands, the belt came loose again. Yan Yi looked embarrassed and stared at the villain.
She was wearing Wen Huoran's clothes, which were particularly large and hung loosely on her shoulders. Although her face was pale, she looked delicate and pitiful, like a piece of jade.
Wen Huoran was stunned for a moment, then turned his head away to avoid her sight.
Yan Yi bravely walked forward, sat down in front of the villain, and hesitantly said the truth: "Your Majesty, I - I don't know how to remove the poison."
"What did you say?" Wen Huoran suddenly turned around with a bad look on his face.
Yan Yi's face showed a look of regret. He twisted his hands around his clothes and sobbed softly, "Master did teach me how to eradicate the poison, but I had barely learned the basics when I was knocked unconscious, put in a sack, and sent to Fuyu Mountain."
Fu Yu Mountain is the territory of the demons and the territory of the Demon Lord.
Wen Huoran looked solemn, and his scrutinizing gaze approached Yan Yi.
Before today, he had no memory of this frail mortal woman before him. When did she appear in Fuyu Mountain? Who sent her there? What was her purpose?
But he instinctively suspected that she was a spy planted by someone with ulterior motives.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sneer. She was just an ordinary woman, timid and weak. What kind of waves could she stir up?
The villain didn't respond, and Yan Yi felt increasingly uneasy. So he wiped away his tears and began to make plans for himself. He said softly, "Your Majesty, although I have only learned the basics, I have a way to relieve your headache. With time, it is not impossible to eradicate the poison."
eradicate?
How easy is it? His ruthless father is a master of poison. A mere mortal female doctor is overestimating her own abilities.
She was full of lies, and Wen Huiran didn't believe her claims of being able to cure poison. But she did have a way to relieve her headaches, which puzzled Wen Huiran.
What is the origin of this mortal woman in front of me?
"Your Majesty?"
Wen Huoran raised his eyes in response and met a pair of dark eyes. The eyes were clear and smart. When frightened, they looked submissive, gentle and weak, like a frightened deer.
"What else?" He looked impatient and asked in a cold tone.
Yan Yi's body trembled, and the shoe in her hand fell to the ground again. She hurriedly bent down to pick it up. Wen Huoran raised his hand to stop her. With a slight movement of his fingertips, the wet shoe was suspended from the ground and stopped next to Yan Yi's hand.
Seeing this, she was flattered and clutched the shoe tightly in both hands. Reciprocating the favor, Yan Yi mustered up the courage to speak: "Your Majesty, when you take a medicinal bath in the future, you can light some calming incense for a better effect."
Wen Huiran seemed to see through her thoughts and asked without any context, "Is the tranquilizing incense your life-saving talisman?"
Yan Yi's knuckles turned white. She suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with disbelief and shock. She choked and said, "Your Majesty, what do you mean by this?"
Wen Huoran seemed pleased by her reaction. He walked straight to the table, stood with his back to her, and ordered, "Come here and help me apply the medicine."
Yan Yi hesitated and followed reluctantly, reaching out to take the ointment from the table. Before she could say anything, the villain pulled the belt around his waist, and the bathrobe slipped off, piling up layer by layer at his feet.
Her heart was pounding, and Yan Yi was dumbfounded for a moment. Was this a scene she could watch? She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Fortunately, the villain was wearing pants, not naked.
Otherwise, she would suspect that the other party had some unknown habit.
"What are you standing there for?" Wen Huoran urged her when he saw her standing there in a daze.
"Here—here it comes." Yan Yi unscrewed the small porcelain bottle, took out the ointment and was about to apply it to his wound, but then he heard the villain remind him, "Dissolve it first."
"oh--"
The wound was extremely deep and long, with red and swollen edges and blood and flesh flying around. It didn't look like it was caused by an ordinary weapon, but rather like it was torn apart by sharp fangs.
After bandaging the wound, Yan Yi's gaze unconsciously fell on the white shoulder and back. He thought that the villain's skin was really delicate and should feel good.
Thinking of this, she stretched out a finger and gently stroked the skin at the edge of the wound. The touch was soft and smooth, which made people feel very happy and more lovable than the villain himself.
His throat felt inexplicably tight, and Yan Yi swallowed hard. A strange and unfamiliar feeling grew in his heart, like an impulse, but more like some kind of indescribable desire.
In short, lust emboldens cowards, and she suddenly had the urge to pin the man before her, to see him panic and bewildered, to see him escape the villain's trap and become a mess...
Noticing something strange about the person behind him, Wen Huoran suddenly stood up, turned around and looked at her suspiciously.
"what you do?"
Fantasies are disturbed, impulses are suppressed, and desires that arise at inappropriate times are strangled in the cradle as soon as they begin to emerge.
Yan Yi snapped back to her senses, breaking out in a cold sweat. The clothes she had just changed into were wet and clung to her back. She subconsciously took two steps back and said incoherently, "Your Majesty, the wound is infected and festering."
"I know." Wen Huoran didn't care and got to the bottom of it, "What are you afraid of? I won't eat you." After saying that, he approached Yan Yi, and it seemed that the two were about to stick together.
Yan Yi was speechless, thinking to himself, I'm afraid I will eat you.
Realizing she had lost her composure, she panicked, her palms drenched in cold, sticky sweat. Seeing the villain's reaction, she immediately became wary, fearing that some of her habits would be exposed prematurely, which might jeopardize her great cause of collecting essences.
"Your Majesty..." She called out softly with timidity in her eyes, her legs weak and she couldn't stop retreating.
In a panic, he accidentally stepped on the overly long hem of his clothes, and his center of gravity was unstable. Yan Yi screamed and fell forward. He inadvertently pounced on Wen Huoran and fell into his arms without warning.
She was so frightened that her face turned pale and she was breathing heavily. Her clear eyes flickered uneasily, as if she had been greatly frightened. Tears dripped from the corners of her eyes, and Yan Yi immediately began to sob.
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