Chapter 101 Yanyan...are you willing to be my woman?
The ice jade ointment and the elixir for treating internal injuries left by Fu Yunqing were indeed very effective.
Within a few days, the bruises on Xiyan's back had turned into faint marks, and the pain in her internal organs gradually disappeared.
The injury gradually improved, but so did the embarrassment.
In the past, Xiao Nanyan was cold as ice, and his dominance was as strong as a knife. He was merciless when punishing people. Xiyan was used to his ruthless appearance.
But in the past few days, he hardly stepped out of Liuyunxuan, sleeping on the same bed with her every day, facing her day and night, and even taking care of private matters such as changing the dressings personally.
Although Xiyan was devoted to him, he always left after the relationship ended and rarely stayed close to her for such a long time.
Therefore, this sudden tenderness and intimacy made Xiyan feel flustered. She didn't know how to deal with it, and even her breathing became cautious.
Just like now...
Xiyan was kneeling on the carved couch. The hair on the back of her neck was pinned up by Xiao Nanyue with a jade hairpin, revealing her slender neck. Her thin undershirt hung loosely on her shoulders, revealing a part of her fair neck.
The hot water in the copper basin was steaming with the fragrance of medicine. Xiao Nanyue picked up the gauze scarf soaked in the ointment with his fingertips and was about to take off the undershirt on Xiyan's body.
Xiyan's cheeks flushed slightly:
"My Lord, let me do it myself!"
"Don't move!"
Xiao Nanyan's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was a few notes lower than usual.
Then, the outer shirt was neatly removed, revealing a large area of skin.
The redness and swelling of the wound had gradually disappeared. Her back was like a piece of plain silk, the delicate texture faintly visible in the fragrance of medicine, rising and falling gently with her breathing.
The touch of the medicine towel across the skin was cool, but it could not hide the burning heat coming from the palm of the hand.
Xiyan's back was stretched straight and the tips of her ears were so red that they seemed to be bleeding.
"Does it still hurt?"
His voice came from above her head, startling Xiyan so much that she trembled all over.
Xiyan shook her head:
"No, it doesn't hurt anymore. Thank you for your care these past few days, Your Highness."
Xiao Nanyan hummed, and tightened his grip on the medicine towel slightly.
A drop of medicine flowed down her spine and condensed into crystal drops of water at her XX.
He extended his long finger and brushed against the drop of water. The touch was delicate and smooth, like touching the tenderest petals of spring. His hand actually stayed there, not leaving...
"Your Majesty!"
Xiyan's body trembled suddenly, and she turned back in shock, but met his bottomless eyes.
She wanted to move forward to avoid the ambiguous touch, but his other big hand held her waist.
"It seems that your injury is almost healed!"
Xiao Nanyue's voice was husky and alluring.
He casually threw the medicine towel into the copper basin, and his big hand that was tightly gripping ** gradually tightened.
Xi Yan bit her lip and spoke incoherently:
"Your Majesty, it's time for me to change the medicine..."
Before she could finish her words, her body was suddenly turned over and pulled into an embrace with a cold plum fragrance.
When Xiao Nanyan lowered his head, she saw the burning desire in his eyes.
"Medicine, no rush! I've served you for many days, isn't it time for you to serve me as well?"
"I, I am injured..." Xiyan tried her best to push him away, but she couldn't move him at all.
"Aren't you feeling no pain anymore?"
“…”
The hot breath brushed past her ears, carrying with it an irresistible sense of oppression.
The next moment, his lips had sealed all her panic and struggle, overwhelming and dense, as if to vent all the forbearance of the past few days...
The moonlight shines through the twined-branch-patterned gauze curtain, weaving a fine silver web on the carved bed.
Xiao Nanyue's fingertips rolled over Xiyan's red lips, and his hot breath mixed with cold fragrance drifted into her disordered heartbeat.
When passion reached its peak, Xiao Nanyan stared at the sweaty beauty beneath him, a touch of tenderness flowing in his eyes:
"Yan Yan...are you willing to be my woman?"
His voice, like rice paper crumpled by the night wind, shattered in the rolling kisses and her low sobs.
She seemed not to hear, and only a half sob escaped from her cherry lips, which was muffled by his low voice and turned into a tangled silk ribbon in the tent.
The silver candle was replaced with a third one, and the candle wax on the celadon candlestick condensed into the shape of red coral.
The green gauze curtain swayed gently with the rise and fall of the bed, casting intertwined shadows on the screen, sometimes like a lotus just blooming, sometimes like a vine climbing a pine tree.
The moonlight leaking in from the window quietly flowed over the edge of the bed, covering the messy clothes on the ground in a hazy mist.
Amidst the creaking of the night watch, the copper bells under the corridor fell silent. Only the sound of agarwood, mixed with intermittent hums, filled the room, winding like a river through the cracks in the blue bricks, overflowing the vermilion lacquered threshold, and finally sinking into the depths of the eternal night...
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