88 Chapter 88
◎She doesn't want a dirty man.◎
Xu Qinghe felt like he was suffocating in a furnace, or trapped in an ice cave in the coldest days of winter.
Her body was hot and cold at times. When she was cold, her teeth chattered, and when she was hot, she wished she could pour a basin of cold water over her head.
There was no place on my body that didn't hurt, as if someone was gnawing at my bones or tearing my flesh apart.
There was a buzzing sound in my ears that could not be driven away, and in front of my eyes there was endless darkness, and then a pervasive blood-red color.
She whimpered softly, her mind in chaos, memories of the past and present entangled with each other, almost squeezing her brain to pieces.
But when people are sick, they will inevitably think of the good times in the past and complain about the regrets of the present.
She huddled in the quilt, curling up into a small ball, her teeth chattering. She called out to her father and mother in a coquettish manner, then cursed Wei Che as a bastard. After a while, she let out some faint moans of pain that were incomprehensible.
In the chaos, someone was calling her from a distance.
——Qinghe, Qinghe.
She could hear clearly, but couldn't find anyone, so she felt even more aggrieved and tears fell down her face.
Then she gritted her teeth and stopped herself from crying.
Warm fingertips touched the corner of her lips, then pressed against her teeth, freeing her lower lip that had been bitten to the point of bleeding.
"Qinghe, don't bite."
Why not bite? If she didn't bite, she would cry out loud, which would be too embarrassing.
So, out of spite, she continued to knock her teeth against the soft flesh on her lower lip. Unexpectedly, she didn't hit the soft flesh, but instead hit someone's knuckle.
She couldn't open her eyes and couldn't see who it was, but she was in so much pain that she bit him hard.
When she bit, she seemed to hear someone groan, but it seemed not to be heard. However, it seemed that the harder she bit, the less pain she felt.
This discovery made her feel happy and relieved, like a traveler in the vast desert finally finding an oasis.
The force she used in her mouth became stronger and stronger, until a sweet and fishy taste spread across the tip of her tongue.
It smells like blood.
Xu Qinghe loosened her teeth in disdain and moved back. The pain in her body came back like a flood, making her hum with sadness again.
After a while, she was pulled into someone's arms and another finger joint was pressed into her mouth.
"Don't you like biting? Bite."
Xu Qinghe tried to hold back, but couldn't, so he finally bit it obediently. When he applied force between his teeth, the pain in his body subsided for a long time.
After a while, the tip of my tongue tasted a new smell of blood.
She loosened her teeth again, moved back a little, but then slightly opened her lips, waiting for another knuckle to come out for her to bite.
Someone chuckled, and not long after, another section was really extended.
She bit it in a daze, and inadvertently rubbed the tip of her tongue against it, and the knuckles in her mouth immediately trembled, as if trying to retract them.
Xu Qinghe snorted in dissatisfaction, clenched his teeth even tighter, and was unwilling to loosen them at all.
Later, the pain in her body gradually subsided, and the knuckles in her mouth were replaced by a cold, hard spoon, feeding the medicine into her mouthful by mouthful.
The medicine was too bitter and she didn't want to drink it, so she pretended not to swallow it.
When she was young, she didn't want to take medicine, and her father and mother would always coax her. Why did they stop doing so now?
Someone above her head sighed softly, held her shoulders and hugged her in his arms, and then coaxed her softly: "Qinghe, take the medicine. Only by taking the medicine can you get better and stop feeling pain. Be obedient and take the medicine, okay?"
But this voice is so strange, it's not my father's, nor my mother's.
She pursed her lips, clenched her teeth, and now she was unwilling to even put the spoon in.
The man then pinched her jaw, which hurt so much that hot tears began to fall from the corners of her eyes.
Although Xu Qinghe's eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't even keep them open, she began to stretch out her hands to push the person away, murmuring, "I don't want you... I want my father... I want my mother... I want... um——"
——Thank Qi.
But she couldn't finish her words.
Something soft and hot pressed against her lips, tightly blocking them. As she struggled, the bloody taste on her tongue quickly dissipated, covered by the warm and bitter medicine.
"I don't want to drink medicine...I don't want to drink...uh——"
During the brief moment when the heat left, she struggled to move back, but someone grabbed her neck and tilted her face up, and her lips were blocked again.
The bitter and unpalatable medicine was passed into her mouth mouthful by mouthful.
Then, she felt dizzy and fell asleep in a daze.
**
When I woke up again, it was already dusk.
Xu Qinghe opened her eyes and saw a dark red. She subconsciously twitched her fingers and wanted to get up, but someone held her tightly.
“…Awake?” The voice was very hoarse, as if it had rolled in an endless desert, with a dry wind.
She opened her eyes and took a long time to identify it.
However, the light inside the tent was so dark red that she couldn't see the man's face clearly. She could only see his familiar eyes and brows in the dim candlelight.
"...Xie Qi?"
The figure who had just stood up was stunned for a moment, then turned and left.
Xu Qinghe was extremely panicked, fearing that the man would run away, so he quickly got up and chased after him.
She had finally seen him and found him again, how could she let him leave like this?
However, both the lingering love the night before and the serious illness yesterday made her whole body weak and powerless. Her feet just touched the ground, and she fell to the ground before she could stand up.
There was a dull thud.
There were quickening footsteps outside the tent. When the curtain was opened, dim candlelight shone in, illuminating Wei Che's vermilion round-necked brocade robe with auspicious cloud patterns.
Xie Qi would never wear such a flashy color.
The light in Xu Qinghe's eyes suddenly dimmed. She lowered her eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Why is it you?"
"Then who do you think it is? That Xie Qi again?" Wei Che answered unhappily while putting the teacup in his hand on the small table beside him. Then he bent down, picked her up and put her on the bed, then turned around and lifted her trouser legs.
Xu Qinghe quickly covered it up.
Wei Che looked up at her, his eyes teasing, a smile on his lips: "Is there anything on you that I haven't seen yet?"
Xu Qinghe still covered her mouth and did not answer his nonsense.
He had no choice but to soften his voice: "I was just checking to see if you were hurt. You made such a loud noise just now, are you hurt?"
"I'm not hurt, don't worry about it." Xu Qinghe pulled the quilt over and covered himself tightly.
"Okay, okay, I don't care. Can you drink some water first?" He handed the warm porcelain cup to her lips.
Xu Qinghe took a sip and finally drank the water from his hand.
When I lowered my eyes, I saw his cold, white, bony hands, with several teeth marks on the knuckles of his thumb.
She glanced away and found that none of his five knuckles were spared, all of them had teeth marks, and some even had two or three.
Wei Che took back the empty porcelain cup, stretched out his other hand in front of her, and laughed hoarsely: "No need to look, this hand has it too, without exception, it was all bitten by you."
Xu Qinghe retracted his gaze, turned his head away without looking at him again, and simply said, "Prince, please go back."
Wei Che looked distracted and did not answer her. He just leisurely extended the hand in front of her to her forehead.
Fortunately, the fever has subsided.
The girl looked strong, but she was unusually delicate when she was sick. She thought the medicine was too bitter, and when she was unconscious, she refused to take it at all. She had a fever for a whole day and night.
When he came to see her after hearing the news about Fu Zongying, Nanzhi was so anxious that she almost cried.
Even though they were so anxious, no one went to look for him. Who would believe that the girl didn't give a death order?
Seeing that he didn't leave, Xu Qinghe repeated, "I'm fine now, please go back, my lord."
Wei Che smiled. "Go back? This is my room. Where else do you want me to go back to?"
Xu Qinghe bit her lip subconsciously. The skin there had already been broken by her bite. The pain made her gasp in pain as soon as it touched her.
Wei Che reached out his hand and placed his fingertips on her lower lip: "Why are you biting yourself again?"
He put his hand on her teeth and said, "If you haven't bitten enough, I'll let you bite more."
She glared at him, bit the fingertip hard, and pretended to throw off the quilt and get off the bed.
He was right, this was originally his house, and she should be the one to leave.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, he was grabbed into someone's arms.
Wei Che hugged the man and forced him to sit across his lap, gnashing his teeth in anger.
"Why are you running? You're not taking the medicine, and you think you're right? Even though you're in this state, you won't let anyone go to the front to look for me. Do you have to wait until you're delirious with fever to make me regret it? If I don't bow my head, won't you take the initiative to show your good will? Do you have to wait for me to humble myself and take the initiative to coax you?"
Xu Qinghe was already ill, and now she had to endure such a harsh lecture from him. She was naturally unhappy, and her eyes were red unconsciously: "Whether I live or die, what does it have to do with you? Why do you need to regret it?"
"You..." Just these two short sentences almost made Wei Che lose his temper.
He took a few deep breaths, suppressing the inexplicable anger in his heart. He tightened his arms to hold her tightly, reached out and rubbed her nipples, and said softly, "How is it irrelevant? You and I have done that, more than once. From now on, we should be a pair who share life and death. If something happens to you, how can I feel good? Isn't this irrelevant?"
Xu Qinghe held down his presumptuous hand on her and said coldly, "Since I can do that with you, I can do it with others, so what does it matter?"
Wei Che gritted his teeth, and the anger he had just felt surged up even faster, unable to be stopped.
This girl is deliberately trying to make him angry!
He held her jaw, but didn't dare to use force, and forced a kiss on her lips: "Xu Qinghe, try to say another one?"
Xu Qinghe was too weak to break free from him, so she could only stare into his eyes.
As she looked, the redness in her eyes grew deeper and deeper, and soon a layer of mist appeared in her eye sockets.
A layer of mist suddenly covered the clear eyes, like autumn water being brushed by a cool breeze, causing waves.
Wei Che's heart, like the autumn water, was filled with ripples.
He was a little panicked now and quickly released his hand that was holding her jaw.
Although he was reluctant to use force just now, the girl's face was already delicate. As soon as his knuckles loosened, two red marks appeared on her chin, making this pale and fragile face even more pitiful.
"Why are you crying again? Did I hurt you?"
He remembered that this girl didn't cry so easily before, but now, she would cry when she was kissed, when they did that, and now even if his tone was a little harsh, this girl would cry.
I'm afraid she is really a girl made of water.
Xu Qinghe pursed her lips, blinked, and suppressed the mist in her eyes.
As I breathed in, I could smell the strong scent of makeup on his body. That scent was different from the spring scent he had on him before. It was too sticky and gave me a headache.
Only then did she remember that this person must have returned from Yichun Tower, and she didn't know how long he had stayed there.
It was obvious that he was someone who could move freely among women, but he couldn't even let her talk about what he could do. What was the logic behind this?
Why can he linger in Yichun Tower where beautiful flowers are everywhere, but she can't even say a word out of anger?
Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, Wei Che thought she had a headache, so he reached out to press her scalp.
However, at this moment, he suddenly saw a white shadow passing in front of him, and with a "pa" sound, he received a soft slap on the face.
This girl doesn't know martial arts and is now seriously ill. The slap was not heavy, but it was enough to knock Wei Che unconscious.
He stared at the girl in a daze, and when he met her clear eyes, he showed a bit of disbelief.
Xu Qinghe looked straight ahead without hesitation, the mist in his eyes had receded, leaving only a layer of frost.
With a cold face, she said coldly: "Don't touch me, it's dirty."
She doesn't want a dirty man.
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