Chapter 101 Chapter 101 We agreed not to quarrel.
Sheng Puzhu experienced several episodes of great sorrow and grief in a very short period of time. Coupled with more than ten days of running around and fatigue, his mind and physical strength had been overdrawn to the limit.
She had just been holding on with her willpower, but now that she relaxed a little, the overwhelming fatigue seemed to be about to overwhelm her.
Everything went dark before his eyes, and before he could even say anything, Sheng Puzhu fell backwards limply, completely losing consciousness.
After an unknown amount of time, Sheng Puzhu woke up with a severe headache.
She sat up slowly, with cold sweat on her forehead, her pale face buried deep in her trembling palms. She felt the breath surging in her chest, and a strong sense of nausea kept rising up, forcing her to grit her teeth tightly, and barely suppress the dry heave that was about to blurt out.
The tent was pitch black, and the constant palpitations were like a cold tide, and the blood in the body seemed to be stagnant.
Until there were unusual noises outside, mixed with the sound of weapons colliding, and even a faint glow of fire shining through the gaps in the tent, falling on the ground, and human figures swaying.
Sheng Puzhu was startled and forced himself to stand up despite his weak body.
I saw flames rising from the mourning hall not far away, shadows of people everywhere, and the sound of fighting.
The closer I get, the more frightened I become.
The once solemn and dignified mourning hall was now a shambles, torches illuminating the surroundings as brightly as day. In the center of the flames, Fu Yunzheng, a stern expression on his face, was directing his personal guards to tie up several struggling generals.
"Take him away for interrogation. As long as he's not killed, that's fine."
"Without the Saint's order, Fu Yunzheng, how dare you!" The leader's eyes were bloodshot.
"What is there for me, Fu Yunzheng, to be afraid of?"
"Since you have the guts to collaborate with the enemy, you should have been prepared to lose your head."
The man wanted to say something but Fu Yunzheng kicked him hard in the heart, cutting off all his excuses.
Fu Yunzheng was completely satisfied with his anger. He turned around and asked in surprise, "Madam Sheng, why are you here?"
Sheng Puzhu stood far away, shaking his head at him, and was choked by the strong smell of blood and couldn't speak at all.
Fu Yunzheng's fierce expression faded, and he managed a slight tug at his lips, putting on a rather gentle expression. "Madam Sheng, please step aside for a moment. Allow me to take some time to clean up these scum."
Sheng Puzhu nodded numbly, trying his best to ignore the pools of blood on the ground and the pieces of body parts that had not yet been cleaned up.
The man was pressed down, and Sheng Puzhu was led by some unknown spirit to go around to a slightly remote corner on the other side. The closer he got, the stronger the smell of blood in the air became, mixed with suppressed, teeth-grinding groans.
I saw torches lit up not far away, and several spies, stripped of their armor and covered in blood, were pinned to the rack, their bodies no longer in human form.
Fu Yunzheng's face was cold and hard, he stood aside with his hands behind his back, while his personal guard was holding a red-hot iron and pressing it mercilessly on the chest of one of them!
There was a "sizzling" sound, accompanied by the smell of burnt flesh and waves of heart-wrenching screams.
Blood splattered and flesh was blurred.
Sheng Puzhu's face turned pale as paper in an instant. She covered her mouth suddenly and her legs became weak and she could hardly stand.
At this moment, a pair of warm hands with a medicinal scent covered her eyes, blocking out the disgusting and horrific scene.
"Don't look at it, Puzhu."
"This isn't something you should be watching."
Sheng Puzhu lowered her head in silence, tears instantly soaking Chen Ce's palms.
After a long time, she nodded gently and let Shen Ce take her away from this corner of hell where blood and flesh were flying everywhere.
Returning to the military tent, Sheng Puzhu collapsed on the simple low couch, feeling exhausted, with a stuffy chest and a feeling of nausea once again.
"Is it convenient?"
Shen Ce stood outside the tent, holding a simple meal in his hand.
Sheng Puzhu closed his eyes and hummed.
Shen Ce placed the food on the small table and said in a gentle voice, "You haven't had a drop of water since last night. How much can you eat?"
Sheng Puzhu looked at the dry and hard Hu pancake and broth on the plate, frowned and shook his head subconsciously: "Brother, I really have no appetite."
Shen Ce looked at her, his tone calm but firm: "I know you are worried, but Puzhu, you have to understand that outside Yumen Pass, there is a vast desert. If you want to find someone, it will not be easy."
He paused, his eyes resting quietly on her pale, thin face. "If you collapse before I find you, I will have no choice but to take you back to Chang'an even if you don't want to."
Upon hearing this, Sheng Puzhu suddenly raised his head.
I managed to eat a palm-sized Hu pancake and half a bowl of meat soup. My stomach still felt uncomfortable, but at least my numb limbs gradually felt warm.
"Eat well, that's the right thing to do." Shen Ce reached out and touched Sheng Puzhu's head like he did when he was a child.
After she put down her bowl and chopsticks, she took out a pine nut candy from somewhere and handed it to me: "This is the last one, eat it."
No one knew when Shen Ce had hidden this candy on his body. On the way from Chang'an, whenever she was about to collapse, he would always stuff a sweet pine nut candy into her mouth.
"We'll be there once the candy is gone."
There is always endless candy to eat, and the road seems to have no end.
The tent was quiet. Shen Ce stood up to clean up the dishes and looked up at her: "The spy has been found. We should have news about Xie Zhiyan soon."
"You should have a good rest."
Sheng Puzhu spoke with difficulty: "Did Fu Yunzheng burn the mourning hall?"
"Yes, it's him."
Sheng Puzhu forced a smile: "Although I know that it's not him in the coffin, I still can't escape the uncomfortable feeling."
Shen Ce pinched his brows and stopped when he reached the felt curtain: "I can't say anything about military matters."
"But the fall of Yumen Pass six months ago was indeed full of strange things."
"Since the news of Xie Zhiyan's death has spread, everyone must be eager to confirm its authenticity. Therefore, only by disrupting the funeral hall and setting the coffin on fire can we force those who secretly want to find out the truth to lose their composure."
The blood-soaked ground and the corpses that hadn't been cleaned up in time appeared before Sheng Puzhu's eyes again. She covered her lips and retched, "I know what Fu Yunzheng meant, but I've never seen anything like it before."
Shen Ce nodded in understanding: "Don't think too much, you are already a very powerful girl."
As the night deepened and the surrounding noise gradually subsided.
Sheng Puzhu slept in Xie Zhiyan's tent, and everything here made her inexplicably greedy.
She couldn't fall asleep with her eyes closed, so she finally got up and her eyes fell on the black cloak on the shelf. She walked over, took the cloak off, and held it in her arms.
Burying her face deeply in the soft and thick cloak, she could still vaguely smell the refreshing scent of cypress that made her feel at ease.
Sheng Puzhu hugged the black cloak tightly, curled up on the cold couch, and fell into a deep sleep.
Half asleep and half awake, she seemed to hear a sound outside the tent. Then, the thick felt curtain of the tent was lifted by a bony hand. His tall and slender figure approached, covered in dust, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in the night.
"Bozhu."
Xie Zhiyan called her softly, his dark voice a little hoarse: "I'm back."
Sheng Puzhu stared at him blankly, her heart suddenly aching without warning and her chest aching.
She struggled to remember. Even though he was very close to her, she couldn't see Xie Zhiyan's face clearly. Tears fell. When she tried to hold him, her body suddenly fell downwards. The feeling of weightlessness made her dizzy.
"Ah." Sheng Puzhu screamed briefly, gasping for breath, opened his eyes, covered in cold sweat, and still held the cold cloak tightly in his arms.
As far as the eye could see, there was only the dim shadow of a candle.
"Bozhu, are you having a nightmare?" Chen Ce's voice came from outside the tent.
Sheng Puzhu took a deep breath and tried to suppress the thundering palpitations in his heart: "Brother, I'm fine."
It was still dark when the thick felt curtain was opened, revealing Shen Ce holding hot water and a clean handkerchief.
Seeing Sheng Puzhu's face covered in cold sweat, he silently placed the copper basin on the low table, soaked a handkerchief in it, wrung it out, and handed it to her: "Wipe your face, you will feel better."
"Brother, are you awake?" Sheng Puzhu took the handkerchief tremblingly.
Shen Ce sat down in front of her and touched her smooth forehead with the back of his hand.
"I'm asleep. I was just worried about you, so I came to check on you."
"Thankfully, there was no high fever at night."
"It's still early, go back to sleep."
Sheng Puzhu shook his head: "No, I won't sleep anymore."
Although she was still sleepy, she didn't dare to sleep anymore. These days, after falling asleep, she often couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality.
She often thought of what the old lady said. When she was alive, she always dreamed of dying in battle countless times out of worry, but the people who left would always meet in her dreams.
You can't do that.
She didn't want to see Xie Zhiyan in her dream at all.
I opened my eyes at dawn, until the felt curtain of the tent was lifted and the cold morning breeze blew through the room.
Fu Yunzheng hadn't slept all night, and there was a dark circle under his eyes, but his eyes were surprisingly sharp.
"Mrs. Shengda."
"I found out!"
His voice was hoarse but he couldn't hide his excitement: "We have roughly determined the direction of evacuation after Saburo lost contact."
"We are ready to follow the trail immediately and search for the past."
Sheng Puzhu stood up and looked at Fu Yunzheng in a daze. After a long moment, he asked, "Can I go with you?"
Her eyes were full of pleading.
Fu Yunzheng was a man who never played by the rules. He scratched his head and said, "Okay, let's go together."
When Shen Ce heard the news, he disapproved and said, "In an environment like that outside the pass, the enemy could attack at any time. You are really too reckless."
Sheng Puzhu lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.
"Brother, I really can't sleep or eat well."
"I really can't wait even a moment to stay in the tent."
Yumen Pass in mid-spring is not as gentle as Chang'an.
The cold wind was as sharp as a knife, blowing on my face. The vast Gobi Desert was all yellow, without a trace of green.
The sky is so clear and blue that the yellow sand looks endless. It is so beautiful and magnificent, yet so empty that it makes people feel uneasy.
Scorching sun, cold wind, and sandstorms that can cover the sky at any time.
Sheng Puzhu grew up in Chang'an surrounded by splendor and had never suffered such hardship. She gritted her teeth and followed the team closely.
She marched during the day and rested at night. For three days and three nights, she persevered and trudged through the vast desert.
It was not until the evening of the third day that the melodious sound of camel bells suddenly came from the distant horizon.
"Is it a caravan?" Sheng Puzhu murmured, his voice hoarse and almost inaudible.
Shen Ce concentrated for a moment, his brows slowly furrowed. "It doesn't look like it. The ring tone is too simple, without the noise of a large group of merchants. Moreover, the direction is wrong."
"What did Brother Shen do before?" Fu Yunzheng asked casually.
Shen Ce tilted his head and curled his lips: "Just a doctor."
Fu Yunzheng obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't ask too many questions. He gestured behind him, and the group stood on guard and quietly surrounded the direction of the camel bell sound.
The setting sun is like blood, dyeing the boundless desert into a dazzling golden red.
There is a water source under the sand dunes, and standing there is a lonely camel that looks exhausted.
However, what was even more shocking was that there was a person lying between the camel's humps, his body covered with dark brown stains, and the strong and disgusting smell of blood could be clearly smelled even from a distance, following the direction of the wind.
It was unknown whether he was dead or alive, as if he had been swallowed by the desert, with only a few broken bodies left.
Is it Xie Zhiyan?
Sheng Puzhu covered his mouth tightly, almost blurting out the name.
"I'll go take a look."
Fu Yunzheng held the sword at his waist with his backhand and approached cautiously. Just when his fingertips were about to touch the person between the humps whose life or death was unknown.
Something strange happened suddenly!
Without any warning, a ghostly black shadow suddenly appeared from under the sand dunes.
A cold light flashed by in the blink of an eye, so fast that only a hint of cold light remained. It seemed silent, but the angle was tricky and extremely ruthless, piercing the vital points of the waist and abdomen. It was obvious that the opponent was determined to kill him with one blow.
At the critical moment, Fu Yunzheng twisted his waist and abdomen violently, relying on the experience accumulated from hundreds of life-and-death moments, he managed to avoid it by a narrow margin. The tip of the blade grazed his abdomen, and it was obvious that blood was seen, but the wound was not deep.
"court death!"
Fu Yunzheng roared, pushed his palm hard into the yellow sand, drew the sword from his waist with his backhand, and slashed down with the force of thunder.
"Fu Yunzheng."
"You're really too slow." The black shadow retreated, his dark eyes narrowed slightly.
"Thank you, San!"
When Fu Yunzheng heard the sound, he was struck by lightning and froze in place.
"You're really not dead."
"You're the one who died."
A familiar sneer came from the sand dunes, but it was obviously weak.
Fu Yunzheng turned around and saw Xie Zhiyan, who was probably killed in the Uighur royal court and whose body was "not found" according to the battle report.
The wind carrying yellow sand made him rustle. His posture remained the same, but his brows had a hint of coldness and severity from the wind and frost. His face looked pale from excessive blood loss, his lips were chapped, and there were bloodstains on his jaw.
Only those eyes were slightly squinting at this moment, and it was impossible to see clearly.
He was in a state of mental tension for more than twenty days. He used people as bait because he couldn't tell whether the other party was an enemy or a friend.
Fortunately, Fu Yunzheng did not let him down.
Xie Zhiyan exhaled a breath of foul air, which seemed to have affected the wound. He frowned silently and looked past Fu Yunzheng. He obviously saw her as well. His bottomless eyes suddenly narrowed, and a trace of disbelief and shock flashed across them.
When their eyes met, the air seemed to freeze.
Shock, fear, and an indescribable throbbing silently tugged at the two of them.
"Thank you Zhiyan."
Sheng Puzhu felt that she shouldn't cry, but before she could open her mouth, tears rolled down her eyes like pearls hanging from a broken string.
Xie Zhiyan's eyes fell heavily. He knew that the news of his death would definitely be reported back to Chang'an, but he never expected that she would appear in this desert thousands of miles away from home and full of dangers.
Sheng Puzhu came back to his senses from the huge shock. He opened his lips, but his throat was choked and he couldn't make any sound.
Finally, it was Xie Zhiyan who spoke first, his voice becoming hoarse due to the long silence: "Bozhu?"
His eyes were dark, like a deep lake. There was scrutiny between the lines, and even a subtle anger was suppressed. Frost formed between his brows, and he said sternly, "Who allowed you to come here?"
"That's just nonsense!"
Sheng Puzhu's fingertips were shaking violently, her eyes were misty, her heart was beating fast, and she tried to look at him calmly, but some very slight tremors still leaked out.
"Why can't I be here?"
"Xie Zhiyan, I'm not here to argue with you."
"I have come to make peace with you."
"Don't be mean to me."
The vicious look in Xie Zhiyan's eyes suddenly froze, and turned into an even more unbelievable astonishment.
"Don't be angry."
"I'm the one who should be angry."
Sheng Puzhu stumbled toward him, like a drowning person, her arms tightly wrapped around Xie Zhiyan's neck. Having survived a catastrophe, the fear and grievance she felt completely erupted at this moment, surging with force, and she cried uncontrollably.
Xie Zhiyan was deeply stabbed in the heart by this sudden collapse. The remaining anger disappeared in an instant, and turned into pity that made him feel guilty and regretful.
He shouldn't have been so fierce and impatient, pushing her too hard. It was clearly his fault.
Xie Zhiyan leaned over and held Sheng Puzhu horizontally like a child, gently patting his back with one hand.
"pearl."
"I was wrong, please stop crying."
"I shouldn't be angry, nor should I lie to you."
"I'm not being mean to you, I'm just too nervous."
"Don't cry."
The person in his arms was like a fragile treasure. With a low sigh, Xie Zhiyan had no way to deal with her and could only indulge her helplessly.
Sheng Puzhu nodded only after she had cried enough. She struggled to get down, but was held even tighter.
"It's okay, hold me for a while longer."
"But my brother is still here." Sheng Puzhu moved his lips and muttered.
Xie Zhiyan smiled softly: "Xiao Heyin is seriously injured. Your brother is treating her and has no time to take care of us."
Sheng Puzhu raised his eyes, looked past him and into the distance.
"Was that person just now Princess Heyin?" The tears that she had finally stopped burst out again, and her voice was hoarse.
"Um."
"A spy in the army revealed her whereabouts, and she was abducted by the Turks and later exchanged with the Uighurs. At first, she exchanged identities with her personal guards, and they didn't guess it was her."
"Later, someone secretly sent her portrait from Chang'an."
"I led my men to the heart of the desert this time just to rescue her."
"She was seriously injured and could die at any moment, but we were outnumbered and the target was too large, so after weighing the pros and cons, I took her with me."
Xie Zhiyan rarely spoke so many words in one breath, and his voice was very hoarse.
Sheng Puzhu took off the water bottle from his waist and handed it to him: "I've drunk from it, so don't be disgusted."
"When have I ever disliked you?" Xie Zhiyan smiled, his meaning unclear. When he tilted his head back to drink the water, he raised his eyebrows again, "Did you put honey in it?"
"Um."
"My brother added it for me and put a little bit of fine salt in it."
"Sir, do you know who the Chang'an spy is?" Sheng Puzhu asked.
Xie Zhiyan's hand, the bones of his hands turning white as he gripped the sheepskin water bottle, said, "Well, I have a clue. I'll report back to His Majesty when I return to Chang'an." He paused, "Is Grandmother in good health?"
Sheng Puzhu was about to nod, but then shook his head slightly: "Sometimes it's better, sometimes it's worse. My brother should check grandma's pulse every three days."
"Before I left home, my grandmother comforted me by saying that spring was too cold and that it would be better when summer came and the weather got warmer."
"But I'm still a little worried. I've sent someone to the Eastern Palace to tell the Crown Princess that she will have Master Yundeng sent to the palace every five days."
At this point, Sheng Puzhu's eyes could not help but redden again: "After hearing the news that you died in battle, my mother fell ill after returning from the palace. My father couldn't leave Chang'an. Before I left, I only told my grandmother."
"I'm afraid the elders will think I'm reckless."
Sheng Puzhu smiled faintly: "But it doesn't matter, as long as you are alive, everything is fine."
"Puzhu, I'm sorry."
He has a cold personality and seldom says such things. But once he opens his mouth, it's as if he's been given a strange new skill. Although he's still strong, his tone sounds ambiguous and affectionate, and every word sounds like a love talk.
The night was as dark as ink, and the group quietly set up camp in a secluded place.
Xiao Heyin was seriously injured. There was a cut on his abdomen. The wound was so deep that his intestines could be vaguely seen, but these were secondary. The main problem was that the wound had already festered. Even with simple treatment, it was unclear whether he could be saved due to excessive blood loss.
Fortunately, we have Shen Ce. If we delay any further, even a god might not be able to help us.
Three days later.
Under the cover of night, everyone returned to the camp.
The lights in the tent were brightly on, and Xiao Heyin was carefully placed on the bed. Her lips were as pale as paper, her breathing was weak, and blood was oozing from the wound on her abdomen from time to time. The medicine had to be changed almost every hour.
"Except for the necessary personal nanny of the princess, the rest of you should retreat outside the tent and wait."
Shen Ce took out silver needles, porcelain bottles, and various strange tools from the medicine box. His face was solemn and he gave orders in a cold voice.
"This... is different between men and women."
The personal nanny was obviously hesitant. Fu Yunzheng sneered, "What's the difference between men and women at this time? Your master is going to die."
Life and death always make people make quick decisions.
After everyone left the tent, Shen Ce looked at the boiling water, gauze, and strong liquor that had been prepared. He took out a sharp, narrow, palm-sized knife that was gleaming with cold light from the medicine box and heated it over the candlelight.
"Hold her down."
"Whether I can survive depends on this one time."
The dead flesh on the abdomen was scraped off and the wound was sutured with needle and thread.
Xiao Heyin was awakened by the pain. When he opened his eyes, he thought that he had killed too many enemies in this life, so he was being punished in the Eighteen Levels of Hell, and that was why he saw the Black and White Impermanence.
"Who are you?"
"Xie Bian, Fan Wujiu?"
"Don't read the storybook, I am Shen Ce."
Who is Shen Ce?
She is very pretty.
Xiao Heyin's body was shaking with pain, but she smiled with her lips pursed, her face as beautiful as spring ripples, making people unable to look away.
Shen Ce packed up his tools, washed his hands, lifted the felt curtain and walked out.
"How is it?" Fu Yunzheng asked nervously.
"To survive, just make it through tonight."
"good."
Sheng Puzhu also breathed a sigh of relief. Although she and Xiao Heyin were not close friends, they had played polo in Chang'an and often met in the palace, so they could be considered friends.
She relaxed and felt dizzy. When she returned to Xie Zhiyan's tent, she noticed that it was filled with steam. He must be taking a shower.
"My dear, why don't you ask me to help you?"
Sheng Puzhu saw Xie Zhiyan with his back to her, his body immersed in the large bathtub, his wet black hair draped behind his shoulders.
As she spoke, she walked forward naturally, and her tone was still light at first: "You are injured, it should be inconvenient for you, I..."
"Puzhu, don't come over here."
Xie Zhiyan's back suddenly stiffened, and his voice was filled with a barely perceptible tension through the mist.
Sheng Puzhu was stunned by his overly intense reaction.
In addition to the damp water vapor in the air, there seemed to be a faint smell of blood.
Ever since she came to Yumen Pass, she has become very sensitive to this smell. Instead of stepping back, she took two steps forward.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Xie Zhiyan sank deeper into the water, trying to avoid her investigation.
"Nothing."
"You go out first."
Sheng Puzhu said nothing, but breathed more gently and approached him step by step.
"pearl."
"Please."
The words were drawn out at the end, mixed with moisture, as if to crush everything.
"Sanlang." Sheng Puzhu's eyes were red. She could see the crisscrossing scars on his back in the dim candlelight.
The old and new were superimposed, the skin and flesh were turned outward, and the deepest one almost stretched from the shoulder blade to the waist. Some had already scabbed over, while others were still festering and festering. After being blistered in water, the edges of the wound turned white. The deepest one was so hideous and terrifying that it seemed as if it would burst at any time and gush out blood.
Sheng Puzhu stood behind him, his pupils suddenly constricted, and big tears fell.
She was not a crybaby, but today she seemed to want to shed all the tears for the rest of her life.
Because she never thought that he was injured so badly. How did he endure such severe pain on the way home these few days and act as if nothing had happened in front of her?
Sheng Puzhu choked with sobs.
"Xie Zhiyan, you're so good at hiding."
"Didn't we agree to make peace?"
"I'm really angry."
Xie Zhiyan turned his head and moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but he seemed to feel that it was not enough and stood up directly from the bathtub.
He stretched out his hand to her: "Let me hug you, okay?"
"No." Sheng Puzhu said in a cold tone and shook his head vigorously. He was clearly refusing, but he stretched out his hand towards him.
Xie Zhiyan's eyes darkened, and without saying anything, he leaned over and put his arm around her waist.
The sound of water rushing out.
Xie Zhiyan held her tightly in his arms. He was naked and pressed tightly against her wet clothes.
"Don't quarrel."
"Don't be angry either."
He rested his chin lightly on Sheng Puzhu's wet hair, feeling the person in his arms trembling. He could only repeat in a hoarse voice, "It really doesn't hurt. It's just a superficial wound. It just looks scary."
His heart was being clenched by an invisible hand, he couldn't breathe, and his whole body felt like it was about to break apart in pain. Sheng Puzhu became aggressive whenever he got the chance, and his cold fingertips stroked his scarred back.
She raised her head, staring into his deep eyes through tearful eyes, her voice questioning.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Is it because of lack of trust, Saburo?"
It wasn't that he didn't trust her, he was just afraid she couldn't handle it. Xie Zhiyan's jawline was tense, his Adam's apple rolling, but he didn't say a word.
Sheng Puzhu was so angry that she naturally didn't care about anything else. She blurted out some words without even thinking: "If I remain a widow, I will definitely marry within a year. If that doesn't work, I will set up my own household, buy a courtyard, and bring all the beautiful young men in Linlang Pavilion to live with me."
"Xie Zhiyan, as long as you are alive I will be your wife."
"If you die, I will never remain faithful to you."
"Sheng Zhenzhu!"
"We agreed not to quarrel, why are you making me angry?" Xie Zhiyan's eyes flushed red, he suddenly lowered his head, and with an almost ferocious force, he kissed Sheng Puju's chattering little mouth fiercely.
It wasn't a gentle kiss, more like a silent battle.
With anger, he rubbed Sheng Puzhu's soft lips fiercely, even deliberately knocking her slippery pink tongue with his teeth, doing his best, deep and heavy, as if to imprint all his domineering and brutality on her.
Neither of them was willing to give in to the other, separated by a hazy mist.
Sheng Puzhu's eyes were filled with tears and grievance, and deep in Xie Zhiyan's eyes, there was also a thick layer of jealousy.
"pearl."
"You provoked me first."
"You can't be so heartless."
Sheng Puzhu was defeated step by step and let him kiss her. The corners of her eyes were red and her lips were swollen.
"Xie Zhiyan, when have I ever provoked you? Don't talk nonsense."
"Of course not."
Xie Zhiyan pinched her and seemed to laugh. His thin lips kissed the extremely sensitive earlobe, along the small red mole below, and then he bit the soft and fragile neck, as if holding prey between his canine teeth.
It was really too heavy, with a lewd tone and blatant seduction, starting from the lips.
"You have."
"Every frown and smile is a provocation."
He's so domineering, and rightfully so.
Kissing her again and again, not letting her catch her breath.
This life.
She can only be a "pearl" that belongs to him alone.
Hold it between lips and teeth.
I can’t bear to part with them, but I want them all.
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The author has something to say: Sorry, I’m here now, but I don’t know if 7,500 is enough to make up for my lateness.
It’s not enough for me. I will try harder tomorrow.
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