Chapter 56: Moved by emotion, he said in a low voice: "Pianpian, help me."...
Because the effects of the medicine in Zhu Hao's body had not yet dissipated, he and Miao Li found a cave to take shelter. However, Zhu Hao could no longer bear the exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep.
Zhu Hao vaguely dreamed of a pair of strong arms cradling her in their embrace, gently caressing every inch of her body, as if holding a precious treasure. When Zhu Hao awoke, she was startled to find that all the wounds, big and small, had been plastered, and the wound on her arm, where the hairpin had pierced her, was bandaged. It turned out not to be a dream; Song Xieqing had finally found her.
Ever since Zhu Hao met Song Xieqing, he thought he was omnipotent.
For this reason, she knew that this trip was a fraud, but she did not back down at all.
She was absolutely certain in her heart that Song Xieqing would find her and come to her as soon as possible.
To this day, at the moment when the afterglow disappeared, Zhu Hao saw the bright red blood spreading from his chest, blood gathered into beads, and rolled down the handle of the knife. The sky was gray and blue, and he stood in the gloom. What caught Zhu Hao's eyes was a glaring red.
The pain made her eyes and nose sore and her heart beat rapidly in her chest.
Zhu Hao stumbled towards Song Xieqing, it turned out that gods were just like this.
Seeing her rushing into his arms, Song Xieqing raised his hand and pulled out the dagger buried in his chest to avoid hurting Zhu Hao.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Hao snatched the dagger from his hand, walked past him, and chased after a figure that was struggling to escape not far away.
Song Xieqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pulled her into his arms, "Don't chase her. He can't leave Xigao, and I won't let him leave Xigao."
"Let go." No matter how Zhu Hao struggled, Song Xieqing never let go, just holding her tightly in his arms. Zhu Hao saw Zhu Qi's figure getting farther and farther away, about to turn into a small black dot. She raised her voice and hit his arm with the back of the knife, "Let go!"
Song Xieqing took her blow for nothing. He said nothing, but his arms tightened around her. "If you chase him, do you want me to chase you with a trail of blood on the ground?"
"I'm going to kill him!" Zhu Hao's knuckles trembled as she gripped the dagger. The remaining blood on the blade slid into her fingers. Zhu Hao heard the person holding her laugh, and she said angrily, "What are you laughing at? It's funny to be stabbed by him, right? Song Xieqing, why didn't you tell me!?"
She practically screamed the last sentence. Although Zhu Hao was not usually quiet, she was not aggressive either. The dagger in her hand trembled and fell to the ground. Zhu Hao felt a lump in his throat and asked again, "Why didn't you tell me..."
Song Xieqing rested his forehead against the top of her head. "None of this matters." He gently stroked Zhu Hao's back and whispered, "If you pursue Zhu Qi, I'll be all alone. What if I bleed to death in Xigao? What if I'm carried off by a wild beast in the desolate mountains?"
The lovely person in his arms groaned, "Not important?"
Because of his snuggling, the blood seeping from Song Xieqing's chest also soaked Zhu Hao's clothes. She felt the hot and sticky blood, and her whole body stiffened. Finally, Zhu Hao compromised and said, "Song Xieqing, let go. I won't chase you anymore."
The sky was dim, marking the boundary between day and night. Zhu Hao crawled out of Song Xieqing's arms. Her chest was flushed and glaring, and she could no longer hold back her tears, like pearls that had broken off a string and could not be reeled in.
Song Xieqing wiped his bloody palm on his clothes before caressing her cheek and wiping away her tears. He held Zhu Hao's face and said with a smile, "You're crying for me."
It should have been a rhetorical question, but his tone made it a statement.
Zhu Hao glared at him fiercely, then searched her body for a handkerchief. She hurriedly pressed it against Song Xieqing's chest, pressing him relentlessly, "You haven't answered me yet. Why didn't you tell me you've lost your powers?"
If not, how could Song Xieqing find her? And how could he have been stabbed by Zhu Qi?
Zhu Haoyan said, her voice and shoulders trembling. When she was kidnapped by Zhu Qi and when she was escaping alone, she didn't shed a single tear, but now, she couldn't hold back any tears.
She raised her head, her crystal eyes gleaming with joy. "Because of me? Because you cured my serious illness, so why would Heaven punish you?"
Song Xieqing wanted to make an excuse, but he was defeated by the tearful eyes of the woman. Every tear that rolled down struck his heart. Song Xieqing couldn't bear it and held her in his arms again. "Yes." Song Xieqing wrapped Zhu Hao's hand on his chest, "It will be fine. Besides, apart from the temporary loss of power, there is no discomfort. The knife that Zhu Qi stabbed didn't hurt."
Zhu Haoshiba pressed on Song Xieqing's wound, and he saw his brows wrinkled.
And you still say it doesn’t hurt?
Her arrogance immediately dissipated. "Let's go back to the cave to heal his wounds. Miaoli is still unconscious, and it would be inappropriate for her to be alone."
"Okay." Song Xieqing let her go as he said, and did not forget to pick up the warm grilled fish and hand it to Zhu Hao.
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New firewood was set up inside the acupoint. Miao Li was still in a coma after taking the antidote. Song Xieqing brushed off Zhu Hao's tense brow and said, "The Thousand Machine Powder is indeed powerful, but she took the antidote before the poison spread to her internal organs. Once the remaining poison in her body dissipates, she will naturally wake up. There is no need to worry."
Zhu Hao's collar was stained with blood. Even though she was in the cave, the night wind could not help but blow in. She was about to recover and should not be exposed to the cold. Song Xieqing took out a new dress from his bag and handed it to Zhu Hao, "Change into something."
Zhu Hao paused, holding the bandage and medicine jar. Before he could speak, Song Xieqing continued, "My wound has already stopped bleeding from the pressure you've applied all the way. Zhu Qi was trapped in your trap for a long time, and then severely beaten by Zhuoshui. The wound on one of his arms is so deep that the bone is visible. How much strength can he exert? The wound isn't deep, it just looks bloody. I'm not in any trouble."
He didn't allow Zhu Hao to refuse, "Change your clothes and then help me apply the medicine."
Zhu Hao glanced at the blood-stained cloth on Song Xieqing's chest. She bit her lip, took the clothes, and muttered, "You've got everything you need for your luggage."
Song Xieqing was leaning against the rock wall and could hear it clearly. He replied, "Thought you might need it."
Zhu Hao leaned sideways and hid herself behind a protruding rock, which was just enough to cover her body. Although her injury was on her left arm, the occasional dull pain made her quite inconvenient. It took Zhu Hao a long time just to take off her dress and put on new clothes. She was only concerned about changing quickly and not caring about Song Xieqing's life or death, but her left hand was clumsy and she couldn't tie the belt around her waist.
She was anxious and her mind was in a mess. Zhu Hao was just about to grit her teeth and endure the pain in her left arm to tie the silk ribbon in a hurry, when she heard the sound of light footsteps. Two long arms passed through her armpits without saying a word. Song Xieqing rested his chin on her shoulder, his arms pressed against her waist. He took the ribbon from Zhu Hao's hand and tied a knot at her waist.
The man's warm, moist breath brushed against her neck, and Zhu Hao's heart pounded. When had he approached? Was it after she put on her new clothes, or...
Zhu Hao looked down at the ugly knot around his waist, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Song Xieqing took in the scene and said calmly, "Just make do with it. When your hand injury heals, you can teach me how to tie it."
She looked at him strangely. If her hand injury healed, would she still need his help?
Zhu Hao's eyes swept over his bloody chest. She put everything behind her and took Song Xieqing's hand to sit down where the bandages and medicine bottles were placed. Without thinking, she tore open his clothes with her right hand, revealing his bloody upper body.
She used a water bag to wet a towel and wiped him. Song Xieqing's lips curled slightly and he let her do it. Unexpectedly, Zhu Hao only wiped twice, then frowned and said to him, "I can't do much with just one hand. Why don't you wipe it yourself? Apply the medicine yourself, and if you can't reach the bandage when you bandage it, I can help you. You can definitely do it faster than me with my injured hand."
Song Xieqing's mouth sank, but he had no reason to insist on her help. He wiped away the blood quickly, not caring whether it hurt or not. Song Xieqing sloppily applied medicine to the wound and stared at Zhu Hao, who was feeding water to the unconscious Miao Li, without saying a word.
Not until he saw that she was free did he take the opportunity to say, "I wish you well. I have applied the medicine."
Zhu Hao responded, walked over and sat next to Song Xieqing.
The bloodstains on Song Xieqing's chest had gone away, and his shirt had been completely taken off by him. All that was visible was a wound the length of his little finger on his left side, with the skin and flesh curled up, and blood and medicine mixed together. Zhu Hao felt pity for him, and then she saw his well-developed bones and muscles under his stripped clothes. Zhu Hao glanced around, her head buzzing. It was the first time she had seen a man's body so clearly. Her face flushed, and she tightened her hands around the bandage.
Song Xieqing smiled silently at her, but deliberately moved closer to her. He took the bandage back from Zhu Hao's hand. Song Xieqing pressed one hand on the wound and the other hand around her back. "If I pull it again... the wound will definitely split."
He said in a low voice: "Pianpian, help me."
Zhu Hao's thoughts exploded, and when she looked up, she met Song Xieqing's long and deep eyes. She pretended to be calm and said, "Why are you calling me like that for no reason?"
She lowered her head, leaning towards Song Xieqing, wrapping bandages around him. Zhu's hair and ribbons brushed against his exposed skin, and the woman's sweet fragrance filled his nose. Song Xieqing clenched his fists and said with a half-smile, "Shi Chunsheng can call him, Zhu Qi can call him, but I can't."
The woman's lips were red without any makeup, and her brows were filled with anger because of his words, showing her girlish delicacy. Her cold fingertips completely covered his back. It was not known whether she did it intentionally or unintentionally, but she actually tickled him lightly. Her slender and soft five fingers stirred up thunder that flowed through his limbs and bones. Song Xieqing's Adam's apple rolled, and he touched Zhu Hao's back as if possessed by a demon, and he leaned closer to her.
Song Xieqing's hand moved from Zhu Hao's back to the back of her neck. He stared at her plump and moist lips and pulled her into his arms.
He put his forehead against Zhu Hao's and rubbed his nose against hers. Song Xieqing recalled how Zhu Hao had shed tears for him just now, and how she had stubbornly grasped the dagger and vowed to kill Zhu Qi. All her emotions and tears at that time were caused by him. The dusk was dark, but it could not hide her brilliance like a pearl.
Song Xieqing's lips opened and closed, and when he bowed his head, his wish was more inclined towards Miaoli.
He panted rapidly, "She's taking the medicine. At least tonight, she won't wake up."
Their foreheads were still touching, Zhu Hao leaned on Song Xieqing's naked upper body. His skin was burning, causing sweat to break out on her neck.
Seeing that she did not refuse in such an intimate posture, Song Xieqing put his arms around Zhu Hao's waist and stroked her cheeks while slightly lifting her chin. Song Xieqing closed his eyes and leaned over.
He did kiss an inch of softness, but it was not her lips.
Zhu Hao placed two fingers between their lips and she untied the bandage that was loosely wrapped around Song Xieqing's chest. Apart from the knife wound, there were no other scars, let alone any curse threads.
"You're not cursed at the moment, you just... want to be close to me, right?"
Her fingertips brushed across Song Xieqing's lips. "I don't mind this kind of intimacy. I'm happy about it. Since you want to be like this with me, it means you like it too."
Zhu Hao took the initiative, holding his face, and seemed about to kiss him, but then he pulled away for a second, "So, Song Xieqing, what is our relationship now?"
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