Chapter 707 The tip of my index finger accidentally touched the soft tip of my tongue...
"Why are you running?" Wen Huiran frowned tightly, glaring at Yan Yi with a sullen face, "Didn't you say you wouldn't run?"
Yan Yi gasped for breath, his hands trembling as he held the shovel to his chest. He stammered, "Your Excellency, were you the one chasing me just now?"
Wen Huiran choked, his face not looking good, "Why would I chase you?"
Hearing this, Yan Yi burst into tears and sobbed, "A ghost is chasing me. I'm scared to death!"
Seeing her crying endlessly, Wen Huoran's face suddenly darkened. He became more and more certain that she was trying to escape and was caught by him, so she cried to cover up the past.
"Stop crying." He frowned impatiently and asked in a stern tone, "Who did you go see?"
The wailing stopped abruptly. Yan Yi heard the villain's hidden meaning and immediately became alert. He choked and said, "Your Majesty, what do you mean by this?"
The villain suspected that she went out to have an affair with someone, and still regarded her as a spy planted by someone with ulterior motives!
Wen Huoran didn't respond, his inquiring eyes fell on her face, with a deep displeasure between his brows.
Yan Yi felt uncomfortable under his gaze, his spine chilled. He explained to himself, "Your Majesty, I didn't see any living people. Only a cloud of blood mist chased me all the way. I thought I was going to die on Fuyu Mountain."
After saying this, she couldn't help crying out loud, and it was obvious that she was terribly frightened.
"Blood mist?" Wen Huiran's eyes were sinister. He quickly stepped forward and held her thin shoulders, which were twitching from crying. His expression became increasingly serious. "Is there a blood mist appearing on Fuyu Mountain?"
Yan Yi raised his sleeve to wipe the tear stains from his face, hesitantly saying, "It seems to have emerged from the center of Taihu Lake. I didn't see it clearly, so I can't be sure."
After hearing this, Wen Huiran seemed to be lost in thought until he heard Yan Yi calling him softly——
"Your Majesty, your wound is bleeding."
Wen Huoran lowered his eyes and saw Yan Yi with an embarrassed look on his face. He gently touched his bloody knuckles with his fingertips.
He originally thought that the person in front of him had leaked information to someone else, but he caught him in the act, so he pulled off the cover of blood mist in a hurry.
However, the shocking experience in the past reminded him that this matter cannot be ignored.
"It's okay." Wen Huoran pulled his hand back, but when he spoke, the arc was too big and pulled the corner of his mouth, and even the tongue that he bit hurt so much that he couldn't help but let out a low "hiss".
Yan Yi was shocked to find that there was blood oozing from the corner of the villain's lips, and his lower lip was red and swollen, as if someone had bitten him hard.
She suddenly remembered that she had just bumped head-on into a hot, bulging, solid object, and her head had hit the villain's jaw.
His gaze shifted downwards, landing on Wen Huoran's firm chest. Yan Yi touched his aching cheek, realizing what he had bumped into, and his ears felt hot.
Her throat felt a little tight, and she coughed lightly as if to cover it up, hesitating, "Your Majesty, do you—do your chest hurt?"
Wen Huiran subconsciously touched his chest and found nothing unusual, but his knuckles and tongue were burning with pain. Perhaps he had thought of something, and his movements froze. He stared into Yan Yi's eyes, wanting to say something but stopping himself.
Without waiting for his response, Yan Yi walked straight up, grabbed Wen Huoran's sleeve, and checked his bloody palm.
"Your Majesty, you are injured. The weather is hot and it is easy to get infected if you don't get treatment in time."
"No need." Wen Huiran pulled his hand back, unconcerned. Even high-level monsters couldn't do anything to him, let alone the fangs of a mere mortal female doctor.
Yan Yi ignored his resistance and continued to pull the villain towards the mansion.
Wen Huoran froze for a moment, feeling quite surprised. The mortal female doctor had always been timid and cowardly, but today she became tough in front of him, as if she had become a different person.
He was absent-minded, and when he came to his senses, he was already sitting in the armchair in Yan Yi's room, with an open medicine box on the long table in front of him.
The tabby cat with two-colored eyes curled up on the bed, its furry tail standing high, its eyes full of vigilance.
After cleaning the villain's bloody mouth, Yan Yi carefully applied medicine and bandaged it, then let go of his hand with peace of mind, staring at his swollen lips somewhat embarrassedly.
"Your Majesty, you—" She stretched out a hand and spoke hesitantly, "Open your mouth."
Wen Huoran frowned and subconsciously pressed Yan Yi's wrist, his face showing annoyance. "What are you doing?"
Yan Yi withdrew his hand awkwardly, bent the knuckles of his index finger, touched the corner of his lips, and said softly: "Your mouth - is bleeding."
Realizing what the other party was going to do next, Wen Huoran looked away, looking a little uncomfortable.
Yan Yi acted as if he didn't see anything. He held the villain's jaw with one hand and reached into his mouth with tweezers in the other hand.
"Ah!" She couldn't help but exclaim, "Your Majesty, the wound is quite deep. The cheek mucosa and tongue have been bitten. I need to clean it first."
Yan Yi felt a little guilty and couldn't help muttering that he was too stubborn and was almost bitten off his tongue by the villain.
Wen Huoran's expression remained calm, his eyes falling intentionally or unintentionally on Yan Yi's hand holding the tweezers. He watched her pinch the end of the tweezers with two slender white fingers, and then slowly insert them into his mouth.
A feeling of foreign invasion that he had never felt before suddenly hit him, his throat itchy and tight, he swallowed subconsciously, and the tip of his tongue swept across the warm and slender fingertips.
An ominous premonition suddenly arose in my heart, as if something was gradually getting out of control, gradually losing control, and on the verge of collapse.
Wen Huoran couldn't help but suspect that the person in front of him was taking revenge maliciously and was waiting for an opportunity to tease him. Just as he was about to attack, he was met with the other person's serious and pure face without any distractions, and was defeated again.
Yan Yi was so focused on the villain's injuries that she didn't notice anything unusual about him. When she was applying the ointment, her eyes accidentally met Wen Huoran's flickering eyelashes, and she realized something was wrong.
"Your Majesty, does it hurt?" She quickly stood up straight, kept a distance and looked at the villain's expression, thinking that she had hit him too hard and hurt him.
In order to cooperate with Yan Yi in applying the medicine, Wen Huoran opened his lips and teeth slightly, unable to speak clearly. He just shook his head slightly when he heard this.
Yan Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then used a jade instrument to dig out a piece of ointment from the small porcelain bottle, moved closer, and carefully inserted it into the other person's mouth.
When he was leaving after applying the medicine, the tip of his index finger accidentally touched the soft tip of his tongue, which was like a fuse that instantly ignited the evil hidden in Yan Yi's bones.
Without thinking, she tentatively bent the knuckles of her index finger and gently stroked the tip of Wen Huoran's warm and moist tongue.
Feeling the other party's evasion and surprise, she was immediately aroused with strong curiosity and desire to explore.
Yan Yi remained expressionless, but her heartbeat was unusually fast due to excessive excitement. She applied a little force with her fingertips, pressing lightly on the tip of Wen Huoran's slippery tongue.
Wen Huoran's face was gloomy, with forbearance hidden in his eyes. He then reached out and forcefully pushed her away from him.
“Ouch!”
Yan Yi was caught off guard, his knees slightly bent, and he immediately fell to the ground. During the struggle, his bent knees accidentally hit a cluster of hard, hot, unknown objects.
Looking at the villain's eyes, which were gloomy and almost murderous due to embarrassment, and his legs tightly pressed together, Yan Yi immediately realized what had happened and could not help but be stunned.
The villain is too irresistible to tease!
It was like discovering a new world. Yan Yi felt quite curious and shocked, and couldn't contain his excitement.
Is it possible that the 800-year-old antique, the biggest villain in the entire book, Demon Lord Wen Huoran, is so innocent?!
It was just a touch of his tongue.
It’s no big deal.
Before she could recover from her shock and joy, Wen Huoran suddenly stood up, walked straight past her, opened the door and left.
It can be said that——
Escape in panic.
Yan Yi remained squatting on the ground for a long time before she came to her senses. She couldn't help but wonder, was Wen Huoran really the biggest villain in the original book? Could it be that she had skipped too many chapters while reading and missed some crucial plot point?
It was late at night. Yan Yi rubbed her sore butt and stood up with the help of the armchair. Only then did she realize that the place on her lower back where she was scratched by the sharp stone was very painful. She slowly moved to the mirror, tore off her belt, turned her back to check the wound on her lower back.
This was a shocking sight! She almost screamed in fright.
From the coccyx to the hip bone, there was a long, bloody gash. The wound was not neat, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. Fortunately, the gash was not deep. Yan Yi turned sideways in front of the mirror to clean the wound, then carefully applied medicine and bandaged it.
After doing all this, she couldn't help but let out a long sigh. She caught a glimpse of the figure in the mirror and Yan Yi subconsciously raised his eyebrows.
The original book did not describe the cannon fodder Canary's appearance in detail, but only used a few general words of praise - pretty face, skin as white as cream, delicate and charming.
Yan Yi gently poked her cheek, which felt very good. Not giving up, she pinched the side of her face hard, and then she confirmed it - the face in the mirror looked exactly the same as the one in the real world. Except for the big change in hairstyle, everything else was the same.
Perhaps just like the canary has no name, information not mentioned in the original book will automatically include the identity of the person who traveled through the book.
Thinking of this, Yan Yi suddenly remembered her slip of the tongue during the day. She originally wanted the villain to put a tracking talisman on her, but blurted out the word "locator".
The other party immediately realized something was wrong and asked her "What is a locator?"
However, just as Yan Yi was trying to explain, Wen Huoran suddenly had a headache, and then it was as if the word "locator" was automatically erased from his mind and he never mentioned it again.
At that time, Yan Yi was flustered and although he sensed something was amiss, he had no time to think about it. Now that he had calmed down, the more he thought about it, the deeper the meaning became.
Judging from the settings of many book-traveling stories she had read in the past, things in the real world would be automatically blocked by the system or directly deleted when mentioned in the book world.
To be on the safe side, Yan Yi was thinking about finding an opportunity, or creating an opportunity, to test the waters in front of the villain.
After taking a bath, Yan Yi hugged Xiaoli and crawled into the bed, feeling drowsy. Suddenly, he heard a familiar hissing sound coming from outside the window, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
She struggled to open her heavy eyelids, and through the hazy moonlight, she could only see the willow branches swaying in the wind in the yard and a few lonely birds singing.
After several days of hardship, Yan Yi was exhausted both physically and mentally. Today, she was frightened on Fuyu Mountain and nearly lost her life. She just thought it was due to excessive pressure and shock, causing her to hear voices. Therefore, she did not get up to check the movement outside the window.
Through layers of light curtains, Wen Huoran glanced at Yan Yi who was sleeping soundly on the bed. His eyes became darker, his lips were tightly pursed, and visible displeasure almost overflowed from his face.
He unconsciously clenched his fingers and tilted his head to look at the dark sky. The hissing sound in the yard gradually faded away and then merged into the hazy night.
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