Chapter 69 The Bespectacled Fortune Teller (Part 2)
"What are you laughing at?" His hands tightened slightly, holding me so tightly that I could hardly breathe.
"So happy?" I asked casually. It was rare to see him slightly tipsy; he was always frighteningly sober.
"Mmm," he nodded, nestled against my neck, and took a deep breath.
“Although good generals are hard to find, once Yuan Shao finds out that Liu Bei has defected to Yuan Shao, he will leave sooner or later,” I said, reminding him.
"Don't worry, just don't let him know." Cao Cao smiled, his eyes narrowed.
I couldn't help but smile slightly.
Just when I thought the atmosphere was nice today, a certain Lu Shan's claws started to get restless again.
I raised my eyebrows slightly and looked down at those big hands that unconsciously moved up and down, brazenly slipping into my clothes.
Without thinking, I raised my hand and delivered a powerful elbow strike.
A cry of pain came from behind me, an exaggerated sound that clearly lacked authenticity. I crossed my arms and looked down at Cao Cao, who was still sitting on the steps, clutching his chest.
He put on such a convincing expression, but unfortunately, I'm naturally devoid of sympathy, so I just glanced at him sideways.
The cries of pain grew fainter and fainter, but the hand slowly moved up from his chest to his head. He lowered his head, pressed his forehead with both hands, and suddenly fell silent.
That's incredibly unprofessional. Did my elbow strike just now cause him pain to shift? That's such a fake performance.
Seeing him sitting motionless, under the cold moonlight, his bright purple robe stung my eyes, as if some memory was about to emerge, but upon closer thought, it was all a blank.
"Hey, what's wrong? If you keep pretending, it won't look real anymore." I reached out and tapped his shoulder with my arm, and said softly, trying to sound the part.
That arm was like a meat bun, once thrown to a dog, it's gone forever... I gritted my teeth and glared at him, then, taking advantage of the situation, I reached out and grabbed the arm that had touched him, pulling him into my arms.
After a dizzying moment, I was pulled back into his arms. Just as I was about to lash out, I turned my head and froze. I saw his face was as white as snow, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were slightly closed. He looked like he was in unbearable pain.
"What... happened to you?" I looked at him and asked cautiously. If this were acting, this kid could definitely win an Oscar.
"My head hurts." He rested his head on my knee, his voice low and suppressed.
"How much pain?" Cao Cao wasn't someone who couldn't endure pain. There are two possibilities for him saying it hurts: either he was acting, or he was genuinely in unbearable pain. Otherwise, he wouldn't easily say it hurts. Subconsciously, that's what I thought.
"It hurts..." he squeezed out a single word through his teeth.
I was terrified. This was undoubtedly the latter situation. If he could say it hurt, then anyone else would have fainted from the pain.
"What happened? What's wrong?" I was completely bewildered. "Were we poisoned... or..."
"It's the same old problem, nothing serious." He said, his voice trembling slightly as he looked up.
I suddenly remembered that he had a headache once when he was pretending to be stupid, saying that he had a headache. So it wasn't an act after all? I reached out and pulled down his hands that were covering his head, and gently massaged his temples with surprisingly gentle movements.
"When did your headache start?" I asked, trying to keep my voice down.
"From the time I have memories." His tense body gradually relaxed, his eyes still closed, his brows furrowed.
Do you know what the problem is?
"I've been seeking medical help everywhere since I was a child, but no doctor knows the cause of my illness." He opened his thin lips slightly and obediently answered every question.
"Is there anything that can relieve the pain?" I asked instinctively, looking at his still pale face. This kind of pain every time must be life-threatening.
“You,” he muttered.
"Huh?" I didn't hear clearly, or rather, I suspected I was hallucinating.
"You." He said the word with perfect clarity, and suddenly opened his eyes. His narrow eyes were fixed on me, and under the moonlight, his eyes were as black as obsidian.
My mouth started twitching. When did I get that special ability?
I raised my hand to cover his eyes, blocking his burning gaze, and said calmly without expression, "You're drunk."
I felt his eyelashes flutter slightly, making my palm tickle.
His pale lips curved slightly upwards, and he obediently nodded, "I'm drunk."
"Wine is a poison that burns through the intestines. Knowing you have a headache, you still drink it." I frowned and unconsciously gave a light rebuke, as if the person leaning on my knee was not the great warlord Cao Cao, but just the foolish Aman.
"Hmm." He responded lightly, without a trace of objection.
"You're not allowed to drink anymore." Leaning against him, feeling his body temperature, I gradually became sleepy, my consciousness gradually blurred, and before I fell asleep, I mumbled a sentence softly.
"Okay." In the blur, I seemed to hear his soft reply.
It must be my imagination. If Cao Cao gave up drinking, where would the phrase "pouring wine by the river, composing poetry with spear in hand" come from? A warlord who doesn't drink... Heh heh, how strange. (Young man: You hopeless, unrepentant, forgetful, and utterly foolish Pei Xiao, you're beyond saving! You just stupidly sleep soundly in someone's arms without even thinking about how you inexplicably lost your virginity in the first place! Pei Xiao yawns: You can talk for so long without even taking a breath... ZZZ...)
The hand that had been covering his eyes slid down gently, and he held it in his palm. His dark eyes stared at the sleeping face before him, and he felt a strange sense of peace.
The moonlight was like silver.
Beneath the steps of the long corridor, the moonlight cast a very faint shadow.
A man embracing a woman, like an eternal painting, tells a story of the vicissitudes of life.
Even the gods and Buddhas in heaven sighed.
A tragic fate.
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