Secretly, Xu Yanli picked out the redder, more mature-looking fruit and handed it to Qingyin.
He hoped that the gods could have a better life in their simple circumstances, and that the carefully picked fruit would bring them a special kind of sweetness.
"My benefactor, eat up. I haven't thanked you for saving my life yet." The male protagonist's voice trembled slightly, revealing an inexplicable respect, completely unlike the cold and ruthless tone he had shown when Qingyin peeked at him last time.
Suddenly, Qingyin had a strange feeling of being worshipped.
Qingyin, who was unexpectedly lucky, was unaware that in the male protagonist's heart, she had become a high and mighty god who saved him.
Qingyin did not refuse Xu Yanli's fruit. Although she had already taken the medicine, her body still needed the energy from the food to regain some strength, so that he could take Xu Yanli back to the palace as soon as possible.
Looking at Xu Yanli, whose eyes were shining as he stared at her, Qingyin inexplicably felt as if the gentle young man in front of her had an extra tail, which was wagging wildly at her.
Qingyin paused in her munching on the fruit, then stretched out her intact right hand, took out a half-burnt stick, and began writing words on the open ground.
"My name is Ruyu. I suffer from an oral ailment and cannot speak. Please forgive me, sir. You need not be so polite, sir. Saving people is my duty. And this fruit, please enjoy it with me, sir."
Qingyin's handwriting was excellent. Xu Yanli couldn't help but want to praise her when he saw the words. Ruyu was indeed a good name, suitable for a deity. However, after reading the content, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the young man.
Clearly a deity, yet flawed like white jade, his voice taken away. Heaven truly has no eyes. Xu Yanli thought silently, imagining the deity's pitiful life in the past and the tears shed because of his disability. Xu Yanli couldn't help but feel a pang of pain for the deity.
He said anxiously, "Young master is my savior, how could I be so presumptuous? You can just call me by my name. I, I will eat this fruit too."
The male protagonist, lost in his own thoughts, stared at him with a look of sadness on his face.
Qingyin was puzzled and confused.
However, it's good that the male lead has feelings for him, as it will make it easier to complete the mission in the future.
Qingyin turned her gaze away and focused on eating the red fruit.
Xu Yanli felt a sense of loss as Qingyin suddenly withdrew her gaze from him.
However, when his gaze fell on the red fruit near Qingyin's lips, he felt happy again.
Qingyin, who had barely managed to eat about four-tenths of the fruit, stopped. Looking at Xu Yanli, who was secretly observing him, Qingyin suddenly felt a mischievous urge to tease him.
The wooden branch in his hand slid again. "Young Master Xu, may I ask if you applied the medicine to my wound?"
A short sentence caused the tall, gentle man's handsome face to turn from white to red, his cheeks to burn, and his eyes to sparkle.
“Young Master Ruyu, I closed my eyes when I was changing clothes. I guarantee I didn’t see anything except the area where the medicine was applied.”
Xu Yanli stammered as he spoke, but his mind couldn't help recall the previous scene; the feeling of skin as tender as an egg was extremely noticeable when his eyes were closed.
And the astonishing whiteness of her skin when the medicine was applied... it made me hold my breath.
Seeing Xu Yanli blushing from his reverie, Qingyin, satisfied with her wicked sense of humor, finally spared the male lead and changed the subject.
"Thank you, Young Master Xu. I will take you back tomorrow after I have recovered."
When it came to business, Xu Yanli's mind returned to normal. Although he was reluctant to spend time alone with Qingyin, it was not safe to be in the wild, and Ruyu was still injured. He had to go back as soon as possible so that Ruyu could receive treatment.
In the dead of night, two young men, one tall and one short, lay on a straw mat, having barely filled their stomachs.
Qingyin looked at Xu Yanli, who seemed a million miles away and dared not approach her, and smiled faintly.
He approached Xu Yanli, who was standing some distance away. The man's ears twitched slightly, and his breathing changed, but his body remained stiff as a dead object.
Lying in bed, Qingyin, who no longer had a "pen," traced characters on Xu Yanli's arm with her fingers.
To make sure the male protagonist could understand, Qingyin drew her lines very slowly.
In the "writing board" version, the male protagonist is stiff all over, but it seems that he has returned to the time when he undressed Qingyin and applied medicine. The god he once admired took the initiative to approach him and his fingers touched his body affectionately little by little.
"Could it be that Ruyu likes me and wants to do...that kind of thing with me?" Xu Yanli thought vaguely, his mind filled with the paintings and calligraphy that those disgusting people had given him in the past.
Between the two men... the weaker, shorter one took the lower position, his expression strange yet filled with sweetness.
In my memory, the person in that book and painting was replaced by Ruyu, and the event seemed to become sacred and blissful.
Xu Yanli's feverish mind thought, no, he still had to be the one in the lower position. He had heard that although the lower position was pleasurable, it would be painful the first time.
Let him do it.
Qingyin, who was writing, had no idea how much lewd nonsense was filling the male protagonist's brain, which was being used as a "writing board." Otherwise, she would definitely have given the male protagonist a good wake-up call.
Qingyin's long writing process finally brought Xu Yanli to his senses. He realized that Qingyin was writing by sliding her hand on her arm. The man blushed again, but thankfully, he was facing away from Qingyin, and her face and neck were obscured by darkness.
He vaguely guessed the meaning of Qingyin's words from the last few characters; it meant that sticking them together was for warmth, which made his already red face turn ashamed.
After Qingyin finished writing, she saw that the male protagonist was not moving and thought that he had agreed with his idea.
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