Chapter 16: Spring Returns to Two Pearls (2) Madness.
The sound of rain was dripping, and the strong wind added fuel to the rain, splashing onto the courtyard outside the window.
Meng Xuanli was terrified. The bitter medicinal smell mingled with the damp air of rain, piercing her lungs. She closed her eyes tightly, exerted force with her bare feet, and kicked back fiercely.
Lu Guanque groaned, but his arms, like the mighty Taihang Mountains, lifted the half-dressed Meng Xuanli by the waist. They both stumbled and fell onto the bed.
The red candle went out, the curtains fell, and in an instant, the bed was plunged into complete chaos and darkness.
"Lu... Lu Guanque..." She was surrounded by scorching hot breath in front and behind, and was in a panic.
Muffled thunder rolled across the sky, and the faint light outlined his defeated face. There were bloodshot in his eyes, as if he was forcibly suppressing the pain surging in his body.
Meng Xuanli turned his face away and tried to resist, but he remained motionless like a stone statue.
Lu Guanque's scattered hair brushed against the skin on her chest. She felt a fine layer of sweat on her forehead and whispered tentatively, "Are you...sick?"
Lu Guanque paused slightly, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and his fingertips quietly touched the soft flesh of her earlobe, gently twisting and kneading it repeatedly.
Instantly, Meng Xuanli's earlobes burned like blood, and she felt suffocated. She reached out, her fingertips trembling as she touched his wrist pulse. "I'll... go call a doctor for you."
"You're not allowed to leave."
Lu Guanque leaned over and pushed her body back onto the couch. His eyes were cold, like a hungry wolf on a winter night. He wandered around and finally stopped at her waist. He hooked his knuckles and tore off her clothes.
Meng Xuanli tried in vain to pull at it, but ultimately she was no match for his brute strength and had to let it peel off. Her eyelashes trembled, and she felt that his behavior was erratic and out of line, and that he must be crazy.
As she struggled with her hands to resist, she suddenly saw Lu Guanque's scarlet eyes, with a few tears hanging in the corners of his eyes, like melted snow beads.
There was no moonlight tonight, but his face was like the moonlight, bright and dark, deeply imprinted in her eyes.
Meng Xuanli paused, raised his hand to touch his cheek, and felt something wet and cold.
But not her tears.
The curtains moved without wind, and Meng Xuanli's half-naked arms felt cold. She gasped, "If you are willing to close your eyes, I won't leave..."
The two of them were locked in a passionate stalemate, like two tangled strands of black hair, fluttering in the wind, vigorous and violent, with no way to find a way out.
Seeing that he really closed his eyes, Meng Xuanli turned her head away and groped for the quilt in panic. Before her fingertips touched him, his lips were covered by him and his body was straightened by him.
"It's snowing outside..." His voice was hoarse and low, "It's cold."
Snow?
That's clearly rain!
He covered her lips, what was his intention?
Could it be that he wants to suffocate himself?
Meng Xuanli's whole body was stiff. Seeing that he looked so scary, he simply stuck out his tongue, showing his sharp teeth, and bit his palm.
When Lu Guanque saw her struggling hard, like the woman in the strange story, trying to bite off his throat, the violent energy in her body was dispelled by the medicine.
He suppressed the severe pain in his forehead, knitted his brows, gasped and buried his head in her neck, begging hoarsely: "It's snowing outside, girl, save me..."
What?
Meng Xuanli's pupils shrank upon hearing this, and she pushed him to her side with all her might. She pressed her heaving chest, gasping for breath as past events suddenly flooded back into her mind.
In the twelfth month of the eighth year of Yonghui, on a snowy night, she met a young man.
The young man, standing against the light of the snow, was covered in blood and staggered to the ground.
At first, she was reluctant to save him. After all, who wants to get involved in a murder case? But seeing him dying, she felt suffocated and confused, thinking that if she didn't save him, he would surely die.
So she gritted her teeth, quickly put down the old things, faced the biting cold wind, waded through the knee-deep snow, and staggered towards him.
I still remember that day when the north wind was as fierce as a demon, scraping my bones with pain. The young man clutched the corner of her skirt tightly, and said to her in a daze, "Girl... save me..." She hurriedly helped him up from the snow.
To prevent him from dying on the road, she would occasionally pry into his breath with her fingertips and threaten him: "If the snow gets heavy, you'll freeze to death. Besides, there are wolves in this place, and they love to eat people like you who are covered in blood."
"Don't close your eyes..."
"It's almost here..."
Suddenly, her mind calmed down and Meng Xuanli came back to her senses. She had never imagined that the dying young man she had saved in the snow that year was actually Lu Guanque.
But why did he appear in Xuzhou?
Why was he seriously injured?
What secret is hidden behind this?
"A-choo!"
Meng Xuanli couldn't help but sneeze.
She quickly covered her lips, sat up, and with great effort pulled out her wrinkled shirt from under him. She dressed hastily, stepped over him, and walked to the dressing table in her slippers.
She lit the smoldering candle on the table and peered into the mirror. Her earlobes were damp and red, still tinged with moisture. Her cheeks burned, and she bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth. Suddenly, she was startled to notice a few red bite marks on her neck.
Meng Xuanli was annoyed. He took out the ointment from the drawer, dipped his fingertips in it, and carefully applied it to the ambiguous "scar".
After a moment, she looked back at the bed, sighed, walked over reluctantly, sat down on the edge of the bed, gently pulled his wrist, and felt his pulse.
Fortunately, although my internal energy is disordered, it is not serious.
Meng Xuanli looked out the window through the gauze curtains. The rain was getting heavier. She shook her head slightly and put her hand on his forehead. It wasn't too hot.
Then tonight...if I don't give him medicine, he shouldn't die, right?
Thinking of this, Meng Xuanli leaned over and listened carefully to his breathing. It was steady and long, so his life should be fine.
The rain was pouring outside, and Meng Xuanli really didn't want to step out of the room again and get wet in the rain to find medicine for him. She pursed her lips, thinking to herself that she would definitely prepare some appropriate pills in the inner room tomorrow.
Otherwise, if he suffers from this disease again, he will be the first to suffer.
Thunder rumbled, and Meng Xuanli's feet were icy cold. She drew the curtains together, sat back on the bed, and stared blankly at the sleeping Lu Guanque.
Do you want to take off his outer robe?
As he was hesitating, he suddenly heard a vague mumbling coming out of his throat: "Ali..."
Meng Xuanli curled his lips.
Never mind, since he was a patient, she reached out and untied the jade belt around his waist, then took off his outer robe with great effort.
Meng Xuanli arranged everything, pulled the quilt over and covered the two of them.
She lay on her side beside the pillow, her eyes fixed on Lu Guanque's calm face.
When will his heart disease be cured?
If he had recovered, he wouldn't be like this tonight, looking like he was eating someone, right?
His mind was in a mess, and after thinking for an unknown amount of time, Meng Xuanli wrapped himself in the quilt, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.
Hearing Meng Xuanli's breathing gradually become calm and long, Lu Guanque carefully turned sideways, quietly moved to her side, stretched out his arms to embrace her in his arms, and gently rubbed his cheek against her hair, his movements extremely gentle.
He drank the bowl of medicine today, firstly, to pretend to be crazy and test her reaction when she saw him "mad", and secondly, to let her know that she had saved him.
He thought she would be so scared that she would burst into tears, but unexpectedly she didn't shed a single tear. She just punched and kicked him, which made him feel a little pain.
He stroked her back gently with his palm, and seemed to be able to feel the soft tip of her tongue and the lingering touch of her delicate white skin.
Just now she kicked and struggled, but she didn't push him away cruelly.
Is she always so kind to everyone?
If someone sheds tears and pretends to be aggrieved in front of her, will she forgive that person?
Lu Guanque's eyes turned deep, profound and unfathomable.
But he is not a good person, nor an ordinary person. He is filled with evil and addiction in his bones.
Why did she treat him like this?
Could it be that he still has that bit of compassion in his heart?
Thinking of this, Lu Guanque curled up the corners of his lips and smiled, lowering his head to stare at the sleeping person in his arms.
She had seen him at his most disfigured, and she had also seen him weak and tearful. She was so soft-hearted that she couldn't bear to refuse him because...
Did she have feelings for him?
But why did he feel a little scared in his heart?
Lu Guanque closed his arms and hugged her tighter until the person in his arms whimpered in discomfort, then he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, as if everything was an unconscious act in a dream.
What would it be like if she fell in love with someone?
Could it be what he had imagined just now?
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