Chapter 45: Saint Girl Doesn’t Fall in Love 14
She stretched her other hand into the depths of the white mist, and the prince did not see it. He opened his eyes with difficulty, his eyelashes covered with tiny water droplets trembled, and he looked very pitiful.
He turned his head to look at Mingnan. His vision was a little blurry and it took him a while to see her outline clearly.
“It’s…uncomfortable.”
He spoke weakly and incoherently.
Mingnan nodded: "It's right to feel uncomfortable. It will be even more uncomfortable when the medicinal wine seeps into my limbs and bones."
She leaned forward and stretched out her empty hand to cover the prince's eyes, "Close your eyes."
The prince's long eyelashes brushed across her palm, bringing a slight wet and itchy feeling. Mingnan quickly withdrew her hand and saw that he closed his eyes, then nodded with satisfaction.
Then she raised her other hand, and the dagger's cold, shiny blade reflected her determined eyes.
The next moment, she aimed at the palm of her left hand and slashed it down hard.
The sharp blade cut through his flesh so quickly that Mingnan didn't feel any pain at first, only realizing it when he saw blood.
She endured the severe pain, clenched her hands, raised them to the prince's face, and ordered, "Open your mouth."
The prince didn't understand, but he opened his mouth obediently anyway. Almost at the same time, the blood drops from her palm formed a line and fell into his mouth.
The warm, sweet liquid spread between his lips and teeth. The prince swallowed subconsciously, then suddenly widened his eyes, "You——"
Ming Nan saw that his lips were about to close, so he quickly threw away the dagger, clamped his chin, and frowned, saying, "Don't move!"
The prince looked at her in astonishment, his eyes filled with a mixture of emotions so complex that it was hard to see through.
[It hurts so much, if you dare to waste it on me, I will beat you up! ]
Prince: “…”
She has already drunk it, so she can’t waste it.
The prince was silent for a moment, then suddenly grabbed her hand that was hanging in the air and pulled it in front of him. The force was so great that Mingnan, who was caught off guard, staggered forward two steps, and she had to hold the edge of the bathtub with her other hand to maintain her balance.
"What are you doing—"
Before she finished her words, Mingnan's eyes widened in surprise and shock - the prince held her wrist, pried open her fingers, lowered his head, held her palm and sucked hard.
His long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes, his proud and straight nose had such a smooth line, and his lips, which were always very pale in color, were stained with blood that had been accidentally stained.
The touch of the soft and warm lips was so vivid that Mingnan's heart skipped a beat and it hurt her chest a little.
She subconsciously tried to pull her hand back, but it was held even tighter and she couldn't move.
The prince raised his head, his dark eyes shone with a faint light, which made her body stiffen.
Like a warning, no, that's not right, that's not accurate, it's more like... protecting food?
This word suddenly flashed through Mingnan's mind. Yes, it is food protection!
After being sucked for a while, Mingnan came back to his senses, "Okay, that's enough. If you suck me any more, I'll become anemic."
This was of course an exaggeration, and she wanted to ease the strange atmosphere.
The prince also obediently let go of her wrist, leaving a bright red five-finger mark on her originally fair skin.
Mingnan: “…”
She glared at the prince and asked, "Why didn't I see that you were so strong before?"
The prince licked his lower lip and said hoarsely, "You are too naive."
Mingnan: “???”
【Why does this sound weird? 】
The prince paused after he finished speaking, but it would be a bit ridiculous to explain at this time. He simply leaned against the wall of the bathtub and looked at Mingnan nonchalantly, "So what is the effect of drinking blood?"
"It's a medicinal ingredient." Mingnan picked up the reserved medicinal wine on the table and said, "Okay, you can drink this now."
The prince's eyes fell on the ink-black medicine. He was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said seriously, "If you want me to die, you can just stab me. There's no need to torture me like this."
Mingnan: “…”
205: [Puff——]
Mingnan gritted his teeth and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Just drink it if I tell you to. It won't kill you."
"What if he's poisoned to death?" The prince took the medicine bowl and looked at her with a smile.
He didn't know that the color on his face had gradually drained away, and a layer of cold sweat had accumulated on his forehead, which looked like it would fall down at any moment.
It's a forced smile, that's all.
Was he pretending to be relaxed because he was afraid that she would worry?
Mingnan looked at him deeply, and his voice was actually a little trembling.
She wanted to say, "If it hurts, you can scream out."
But when she met his gentle eyes, she couldn't say it.
Having been a sickly person for so many years, what he has seen the most is sympathy and pity, and what he needs least is concern.
She sighed in her heart, picked up a handkerchief and pressed it on his forehead, leaned over and said with a smile: "If you are poisoned to death, I will accompany you. I will pay you with my life. You won't lose."
Her outline was blurred in the white mist, but her eyes were clear and bright, and they saw into his heart.
In an instant, my heart was pounding.
The prince smiled and said, "Okay."
He picked up the medicine bowl, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp without blinking.
The moment the medicinal wine entered his throat, his whole body started to burn!
What he drank didn't feel like medicine, but like he swallowed a ball of fire, burning from his throat all the way to his stomach, and then spreading to every part of his limbs.
He finally knew what it felt like to have all the pores opened!
At that moment, his whole body opened up from the inside out. Something slowly overflowed from his body with sweat, accompanied by a sharp pain like scraping bones.
His hand shook and the porcelain bowl fell to the ground with a "bang" and shattered into pieces.
He covered his neck with his hands. The veins on his forehead, neck, and arms were all bulging, looking very scary.
Mingnan widened his eyes and stared at him nervously.
She took out a clean handkerchief, folded it and passed it to his mouth, "If the pain is unbearable, bite this! Just bear with it for another quarter of an hour, hold on!"
The prince bit the handkerchief, groaned, and tapped the edge of the bathtub with his hands. The exposed skin gradually turned red.
Something black was coming out of my pores.
Mingnan did not dare to leave. He stared at the prince the whole time. His heart ached as he listened to his uncontrollable sobs.
The pain of being reborn is comparable to that of slow death, and it is not something that ordinary people can endure.
The handkerchief she used to wipe his sweat was soaked, and it was covered with sweat when she twisted it.
At the back, the prince was already in so much pain that he was about to pass out. Mingnan squatted beside the bathtub and encouraged him, "Hold on, Your Highness. It will be over soon! You've endured it for so long. If you pass out now, all your efforts will be wasted and your pain will be in vain!"
"Your Highness! Wake up!"
The prince felt like a drowning man, floating up and down, unable to escape.
And her voice floated in front of him like a piece of driftwood.
He desperately grasped this glimmer of hope and half opened his eyes.
Ming Nan was overjoyed: "Dian——"
The prince pulled the handkerchief from his mouth, turned his head and kissed her slightly opened lips.
Mingnan: “Hmm!”
She was caught off guard and froze in place, staring blankly at the person so close to her.
The prince held her lips, smiled weakly, and murmured, "I got you, Mingnan."
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