Chapter 184 Bastard, get out of here!
Chu Jin's eyelashes trembled violently, and cold sweat continued to slide down his jaw line.
He felt as if he had fallen into an abyss of ice and fire - his limbs were bound by invisible ice chains, a biting chill spread through his bones, and it felt like a wildfire was burning in his throat, and every breath caused severe pain in his chest.
In a daze, someone lifted his shoulders and poured a cool liquid with the fragrance of plants into his mouth, diluting the burning sensation.
"Bitch...hoof?"
He opened his eyes with great effort. The woman in front of him had disheveled hair and her face was stained with the juice of wild fruits, but her beautiful eyes were surprisingly bright, like the surface of a lake before a rainstorm, filled with an eagerness he had never seen before.
Chu Jin wanted to laugh, but it pulled the wound on his back, and a broken groan escaped from his throat.
He knew that although he had taken the golden wound medicine, the high fever caused by the damage to his internal organs was devouring his life. If the fever could not be reduced, he might not be able to survive the night.
He stretched out his big hand, stroked the face of the woman in front of him, and said confusedly:
"Bitch, I won't die. I know you're timid and afraid of the cold and the dark..."
But even as he said this, his eyes could not open and closed again.
When his consciousness was about to collapse, he was suddenly pulled into a warm embrace.
"Chu Jin, if you dare to die, I will throw you into the sea to feed the sharks..."
Manluo's body temperature came through the thin clothes, like a small flame, burning his skin.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around his waist, and she could even feel her own heartbeat—faster and more erratic than his.
Then, she buried her burning cheek in his chest, and brushed her nose against the unhealed abrasion on his collarbone. What she smelled was a masculine scent mixed with blood, which made her feel more at ease than ever at this moment.
The night outside the cave was so dark that it could not be dispelled. The green ivy at the entrance of the cave rustled in the wind, and the shadows cast on the cave wall were waving like sharks with their mouths wide open in the sea.
From time to time, a night owl in the distance made a few low calls, which made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
Manmu raised her eyes to look at the cave entrance. There were a few faint lights flickering in the darkness, and she couldn't tell whether they were fireflies or the eyes of wild beasts.
"Damn it..."
She cursed softly, but shrank back into Chu Jin's arms.
The man's body temperature was frighteningly high, like a red-hot iron, but it inexplicably reminded her of the hand warmers on winter nights in Yandu.
"Chu Jin..." She whispered his name, but all she got in return was a muffled moan.
Manluo bit her lip and reached out to tidy up his sweaty hair. When her fingertips brushed across his brow bone, her heart skipped a beat.
The bonfire softened his outline into a watercolor painting. His usually sharp eyebrows were now slightly furrowed, and the upturned corners of his eyes were filled with a sickly blush, making him look like a young man with rouge in a meticulous painting of a maid.
She was surprised to find that this man whom she always called a mad dog was actually so handsome.
The bridge of her nose was as straight as jade, and her lips were tightly pursed. Even though her face was pale at the moment, it could not conceal the coldness and beauty in her bones.
His eyelashes cast fine shadows under his eyelids, longer than the pearl tassels on her hairpin.
Manluo's fingertips slid uncontrollably across his cheek, finally landing on his scorching lips. Her memory suddenly brought back those steamy nights they'd shared, when she and he were passionately entangled, shameless and unashamed...
She swallowed hard, despising herself for no reason:
Bah! Manluo, Manluo, you are such a loser. How could you have such dirty thoughts at this moment?
Especially, this damn Poison King Chu Jin, he is his mortal enemy!
Chu Jin's Adam's apple rolled under her palm. At this moment, it would be easy for her to kill him.
But……
"Chu Jin, I'm not soft-hearted towards you, but I'm afraid of being alone. So I'll let you live a few more days!"
The man in front of her let out a muffled groan, and as if in response, he tilted his head and rubbed her wrist.
This unconscious movement startled Manluo's fingertips, but she saw that the wrinkles between his eyebrows gradually relaxed, and even a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
It turned out that when the fierceness and coldness faded away, the face of the dignified Poison King actually hid such a peaceful sleeping expression. Even the teardrop mole at the corner of the eye looked like ink dotted by moonlight, which made people tremble with fear.
"madman……"
She cursed softly, mixing with the crackling of the campfire, and slowly closed her eyes.
Manluo was in a daze and didn't know how long she had slept. Her consciousness was floating in the chaos. Suddenly, she felt a strange warmth on her chest, like a piece of softened beeswax melting against her skin.
She suddenly opened her eyes, only to find that Chu Jin had embraced her with his backhand, burying his face between hers...
Manluo didn't know when her clothes were wide open. She raised her hand and slapped the man, but he didn't react at all.
She roared hysterically:
"Chu Jin! I'll kill you!"
However, no matter how hard she struggled to break free, Chu Jin's arms were like a pair of pliers, locking her tightly in his arms. His hot breath made her heart feel uneasy and her skin itchy, making her even more helpless than when she was facing the siege of sharks.
"Get out of here, you bastard!"
Manluo was so angry that she slapped him again, but the scolding was so soft as a mosquito that even she couldn't hear it.
What was annoying was that the enemy in my arms uttered a vague murmur at the right time:
"It's... warm here..."
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