Chapter 73 Chapter 73 Help Me
Ling Fuying could not see her own body, nor could she see Chen Fuxue's body, but she could feel his body temperature and breathing.
And kisses that made her body go limp.
Ling Fuying waved his invisible arms wildly, supporting his chest. "Master, can you open that formation?"
Chen Fuxue remained silent.
Seeing that the invisibility talisman was about to lose its effect, she had to hurry back.
"Master, please let me go first. We have to go back."
Chen Fuxue kissed her earlobe, feeling a little relieved at the touch of her warm skin. "Okay."
The two returned to the villa together. Ling Fuying had already transformed back to normal, but Chen Fuxue was still invisible.
At some point, Chen Fuxue had taken off the mask on her face, turning Fu Ying back to her original appearance.
He could paralyze himself when he was invisible, but if he became a man again, he would feel...unable to do it, even though it was her.
"Master, please change back quickly."
Although she couldn't see Chen Fuxue, she seemed to be able to feel his burning gaze. This invisible feeling increased her uneasiness because she had no idea what Chen Fuxue would do next.
His kiss could land on the back of her neck, on her cheek, or anywhere.
And she had no way of predicting or preventing it in advance.
And every time he touched her, her body trembled.
Because Shen Fuxue was too familiar with her body.
One of the doors was suddenly pushed open, and Ling Zhouci appeared, looking at Ling Fuying, whose face was flushed.
The two looked at each other.
Ling Fuying's fingers, which were held in Shen Fuxue's hand, almost cramped.
"Why do you have this expression?" Ling Zhouci asked.
Ling Fuying, who was held by the invisible Chen Fuxue: ...
Let her die.
*
When they got into the house, Chen Fuxue had not yet let go of Fu Ying, and he realized the beauty of the invisible state.
If he didn't say anything, Xiaoman would never know he was there, and he could always be with her.
"Chen Fuxue, change back quickly!"
Chen Fuxue then slowly appeared, his figure emerging from the room, as if a pure body had emerged from a clean and clear river.
The hair, the robes, the flesh, the bony fingers, gradually changed from transparent to colored, and a black and white ink painting became full of vitality.
Such a shock made Ling Fuying stunned for a moment.
Especially since he was still wearing the dancer's clothes, and the necklace around his neck and the accessories on his ankles made clear and pleasant sounds as he walked towards her.
Ling Fuying calmed down after being feasted his eyes on the beauty.
"Give me my mask." I don't know when he realized that the mask was for the face.
Chen Fuxue didn't give it to her right away.
"Please don't wear it when you're with me, okay?" Shen Fuxue asked hesitantly.
"You return it to me first."
Shen Fuxue gave her the mask.
She had to wear it every day so that Chen Fuxue wouldn't be constantly clinging to her. Who would have thought that Chen Fuxue, who was supposed to be with Yuchi Xianyue, was actually afraid of men now?
There's a subtle sense of weirdness.
Ling Fuying put away the mask and sat down at the table. "Now I can roughly confirm that there is indeed something wrong with this City Lord's Mansion."
Especially the city lord who has not appeared in the public's mouth for a long time, and the city lord's wife.
She didn't know whether the Nine Tribulations Jade was related to them, but Fu Ying had a strong intuition that her direction was correct.
"Xiaoman, what are you going to do now?" Shen Fuxue walked to her side, leaned over and hugged her.
He always needs to touch Xiaoman's skin to feel safe.
At this time, Ling Fuying could clearly feel the thin but powerful muscles on Chen Fuxue's chest, perhaps from practicing swordsmanship.
And the gold jewelry hanging around his neck was even cooler with his body temperature, and whenever it touched her skin, she would tremble uncontrollably.
"We also need to keep an eye on the City Lord's wife, including the City Lord."
"I wonder if the city lord will show up for the birthday banquet. Perhaps that will be our chance."
"Master, I learned something today. This City Lord's Mansion might also be owned by the Lingzhou family."
Chen Fuxue didn't know much about these things, so he could only listen quietly, holding Ling Fuying's hand and gently rubbing her fingertips.
"Perhaps Ling Zhouyan knows something about this matter."
"Master, have you ever heard of it?"
Shen Fuxue slowly blinked those beautiful eyes and shook her head.
Ling Fuying didn't have much hope for him, as his interests were all focused on some messy things.
*
After Shen Fuxue left, Ling Fuying went to find Ling Zhouci, who should know something.
Ling Zhouci took the Strong Plastic Pill, which forcibly gathered the spiritual power and essence in his body to allow him to maintain normal walking for a short period of time. However, his body had been ill for a long time and his essence was depleted. Once the effect of the medicine ended, his body would naturally be unable to bear it.
Yufeng hurried over with a bowl of medicine. He borrowed the medicine pot and kitchen from the mansion. Although the medicine was not as pure as the one extracted by the doctor of Daluozhou mansion using spiritual power, he had to make do with it due to limited conditions.
Fortunately, no one questioned his decision to make the medicine.
"Young Master's medicine is here."
Ling Zhouci took it and drank it in one gulp with a frown, but found that the taste was a little strange this time.
"Young Master, what's wrong?"
"Change of dressing?"
"No, it's still the same medicine..."
Yufeng suddenly remembered that the pharmacy was not only decocting his medicine. Although he was watching over the decoction, could it be that he brought the wrong medicine?
He swallowed, "Master, how do you feel now?"
"It's a bit hot."
"What about the others?"
Ling Zhouci's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she felt like heat was flowing inside her body.
"Young Master, are you okay?"
He shook his head, just a little hot.
Yufeng couldn't delay any longer, he had to go back and ask what the medicine was used to treat.
"Young Master, please wait a moment. I will be here soon."
When Yufeng went out, he ran into Ling Fuying who was coming over. He quickly said, "Please take care of the young master, young lady. I will be there soon."
Ling Fuying:?
The medicine wasn't too bitter, but it was fishy, with a pungent smell, and a bit spicy. It rolled around on the root of his tongue, his eyelashes trembled, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down as he swallowed.
"What's wrong with you?" Ling Fuying noticed that Ling Zhouci's face was flushed, and her eyes were wet when she looked up at her.
Ling Fuying's wrist was suddenly grabbed. She looked down and found herself being pulled to sit on Ling Zhouci's lap.
My mind was blank as I stared at him.
The boy's long eyelashes trembled, his lips were scarlet, and the corners of his slightly closed eyes were flushed.
?
Ling Fuying's head was buzzing as he looked at Ling Zhouci, whose eyes were sparkling and whose beauty was appetizing to the eyes.
Why does Ling Zhouci look like she was drugged?
She was about to leave him immediately, but Ling Zhouci held her waist tightly. His hot lips were pressed against her neck, and her snow-white skin was already stained with a light pink.
Ling Zhouci felt very hot, and the rapidly rising medicinal properties were about to destroy his sanity.
She saw the bowl of medicine beside her and wondered if he had really drunk anything.
"I'm hot..."
"Let me go." If he really did something with her, he might lose his life.
"I think..." He finally said these two words tremblingly.
You can’t think of it!
"What did you touch?"
"I don't know." He started crying as he spoke.
"I feel very hot after drinking the medicine."
What on earth did Yufeng give him to drink that made Fuying feel confused?
"Let me think of another way." Ling Fuying has always been very composed and can maintain his rationality even in the face of Shen Fuxue's extreme skills, although he still hooked up with him last time.
She kept despising herself in her heart.
But just as she was thinking of a solution, Ling Zhouci had already raised his head and kissed her on the lips.
This made Fu Ying's body stiffen.
He gently licked the gap between her lips. It was so sweet, much sweeter than those unpalatable medicines.
Ling Zhouci suddenly shed tears, her eyelashes trembling slightly with crystal clear tears, "Help me..."
His hoarse and painful voice echoed in Ling Fuying's ears, and she suddenly felt a sense of pity for him.
At this time, Ling Zhouci was not so annoying, but more like a little puppy begging for some attention from its owner.
Her hand was suddenly held by him and led by Ling Zhouci's trembling hand.
Ling Fuying was also a little unconscious at this time. The two of them were sitting in wheelchairs. Ling Zhouci buried his head in her chest at some point, and his tears wet her clothes, which was a little uncomfortable. He continued to rub her chest.
She lowered her head, and Ling Zhouci nestled in her arms like a rag doll.
She stood up from his arms, but the wheelchair fell over and he pressed her to the ground. Fortunately, the ground was covered with thick carpet so it didn't hurt, but she was still scared.
Ling Zhouci lay on top of her and trembled as he tried to untie her skirt.
Ling Fuying was a little confused at this moment. Looking at Ling Zhouci's beautiful face, he almost couldn't think.
After her skirt was completely untied, Fu Ying regained some of her sanity.
It was not for anything else, she was just... a little worried that Ling Zhouci's body would not be able to take it and she would die on her. That would cast a huge shadow on her. After all, she was still so young and the world was so big, she had to experience it well.
Ling Zhouci lay on her, staggering.
Ling Fuying pushed him away.
Tears streamed down his face, as if he had suffered a great injustice, which made the people supporting him numb.
At this time, Ling Zhouci seemed to have regained her strength. She was unable to do anything to him for a while and could only take out a rope to tie his hands and feet.
"Ling Zhouci, wake up!"
But he couldn't wake up.
Ling Fuying, I hate you! I hate you!
Ling Zhouci repeated this in his mind countless times until his wrists were rubbed red by the rope. Finally, he ran out of strength and fell asleep exhausted.
As for Ling Fuying, he naturally occupied the bed. When Ling Zhouci woke up in the middle of the night, he found that he was tied up and struggled to untie himself, but he couldn't.
The panting sound was heard by Ling Fuying, and she then remembered that she had tied Ling Zhouci up.
She got up and squatted beside him, looking at his pale face, "Are you awake?"
Ling Zhouci's eyelashes trembled and he didn't say anything. Recalling what had just happened, he pursed his lips.
"If you wake up I'll let you go."
He still said nothing.
Ling Fuying glanced at him before starting to untie him. His wrists were already rubbed with bloody marks, which were particularly conspicuous against Ling Zhouci's snow-white skin.
"Can you get up?"
Ling Zhouci finally spoke, "Give me a hand."
Ling Fuying helped him up, and she was about to leave and go back to her room to sleep.
But he saw Ling Zhouci in front of him starting to take off his clothes, but he let go after unbuttoning them, "Help me untie them."
"Don't you have hands?" Ling Fuying was already annoyed enough by being involved in this messy story, and now he wanted her to untie his belt.
But she suddenly caught a glimpse of Ling Zhouci's wrists, which were rubbed with blood by the rope. His pale face was reflected in the moonlight, his brows were slightly furrowed in pain, and his eyelashes stained with tears trembled slightly.
This made Fu Ying's heart tighten.
This time he didn't say anything, but continued to untie it himself. It took him a while to untie it. "Turn around first."
Ling Fuying could hear the deliberately suppressed breathing coming from behind him.
Just as he was about to turn around to look, Ling Zhouci's voice came again, "I'm not well yet."
Ling Fuying turned back.
She heard something moving slowly, and then everything returned to silence.
She felt that this period of time was particularly long, so long that she felt sleepy and almost fell asleep.
"I'm fine, come here." Ling Zhouci's voice came.
Ling Fuying turned around in a daze and saw Ling Zhouci sitting on the bed in a snow-white nightgown. Her long hair had been untied and was loosely draped over her shoulders.
Ling Zhouci was indeed handsome, with a different kind of beauty from that of ordinary men. Fu Ying was stunned for a moment when she looked at his frail yet beautiful face.
"Go to sleep."
Ling Zhouci watched her walk away.
She was so sleepy that she didn't want to toss and turn anymore, so she lay down on the couch by the window with her clothes on.
In the middle of the night, she felt a heat on her back. She opened her eyes instantly because she had been followed by something dirty during this period. Only then did she realize that someone was holding her.
She was held tightly, and when she turned around she was facing Ling Zhouci's face. He was still sleeping with his eyes closed, but his arms were wrapped around her waist, and she could hardly breathe.
Only then did she realize that Ling Zhouci was not as thin as she had imagined. He was tall and could hold her in his arms, but her back was pressed against his chest, and he did not have the muscular tones and strong presence of Xuan Min.
It was the middle of the night and Ling Fuying was too lazy to move, so she pried his arms apart and moved inside, staying away from his body until dawn.
When she opened her eyes, warm lips rubbed against her neck from behind.
Ling Fuying's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she turned her head to avoid it, but she couldn't avoid it. The strong smell of medicine filled her nostrils.
I reached out to slap him, but I could only hit the air.
It made Fuying's head ache.
He rubbed her ears and she calmed down, but she realized something and froze.
Ling Zhouci had no idea when he came here, and why he fell asleep in her arms.
Ling Fuying thought that the effect of the medicine had not yet worn off, and he couldn't help but come over in the middle of the night.
I subconsciously glanced at his legs, and it seemed as if the illness had suddenly healed.
I was so sleepy last night that I forgot that it was really suspicious to go back to Lingzhouci's room in broad daylight.
"What are you doing standing there?" Ling Zhouci coughed softly a few times and asked her, but when he thought of everything that happened last night, he couldn't face Ling Fuying so calmly.
He spoke out of the blue, and Fu Ying's heart, which was quietly listening to the movement outside the door, was in a state of great anxiety, and then fell heavily to the ground.
After saying this, Ling Zhouci understood what she meant.
"Are you afraid of being discovered?"
This made Fu Ying look like he was talking nonsense.
Ling Zhouci looked at her quietly, his face showing no emotion, but a sarcastic smile suddenly appeared on his rather confusing face.
But as soon as he pulled the corner of his lips, he started coughing continuously, his frail body kept heaving, shaky, and he was about to cough up tears.
"Then just forget everything that happened last night."
Ling Fuying was thinking the same thing, "Don't worry, young master, that happened for a reason. I won't remember it."
Ling Zhouci:.
Ling Fuying listened for a long time and finally made up his mind to push open the door and go out. Fortunately, there was no one outside.
But she had just returned to her room and her heart was still not at peace when she heard Shen Fuxue's voice coming from behind her.
"Xiaoman."
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