Chapter 150 I Want You
Wen Ning knelt on the couch and moved closer to him.
Slender fingers gently pulled off his pajamas, revealing hideous scars and burning skin.
"I've already been to the old lady's place and coaxed Xibao to sleep before coming here."
She bit her lip, tears rolling down her face again, "Are you going to drive me away again?"
Xie Jinglan's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by this tearful question, and it suddenly became limp.
His fingertips trembled as he wiped her tears. "I... I didn't know it was you. I thought it was some ignorant maid."
Wen Ning nodded slightly, forgiving him for trying to drive her away so fiercely just now.
She turned around and took a fine cotton towel soaked in a basin of warm water on the low table beside her and carefully wrung it until it was half dry.
First, she reached out and gently touched his forehead with the back of her hand, and it was still extremely hot.
"Have you taken the fever-reducing medicine?" she asked softly.
Xie Jinglan nodded obediently like a child who had done something wrong, "I've drunk it."
Wen Ning felt relieved after receiving a positive answer.
She half-knelt on the couch, leaned over him, and began to use the warm, wet handkerchief to very gently wipe the old ointment and blood stains around his wound.
The cool, soft fabric touched his burning skin, bringing a comfortable coolness.
Wen Ning carefully wiped his chest, then carefully asked him to turn slightly to the side and wiped his shocking back.
Seeing that the wound was covered with ointment, but it was applied unevenly, he couldn't help but mutter, "Qingfeng is a man after all. The ointment was applied evenly, but it's so uneven. How can it heal quickly?"
Xie Jinglan closed his eyes and said jokingly with a hint of indulgence: "Later, punish him with ten military sticks..."
Wen Ning couldn't help but chuckle when she heard this, but her hands became more gentle. "It's my fault for being too talkative that Guard Qingfeng got punished."
As she spoke, she carefully wiped away the unevenly remaining ointment, revealing the red and swollen wound underneath.
Perhaps because she felt that the wound was painful just by looking at it, she unconsciously leaned over and blew gently on the wound, trying to use the slightly cool breath to relieve the burning pain.
The gentle breath was like a feather, brushing against the sensitive skin of his back.
Xie Jinglan's Adam's apple rolled suddenly, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed her moving wrist.
"Ning'er...just apply the medicine directly."
Although he was drowsy from the high fever at the moment, his body's most instinctive reaction was extremely clear, and he really couldn't stand her unintentional yet fatal teasing.
The process of applying the medicine also became a torture.
Wen Ning dipped her fingertips into the cool ointment and carefully applied it to his burning wound.
The delicate touch and the stinging pain of the wound intertwined, and every gentle touch made Xie Jinglan's muscles suddenly tense.
He clutched the brocade quilt beneath him tightly, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, half from the pain and the other half from trying hard to suppress the inappropriate flame in his body.
After finally applying the ointment evenly, Wen Ning took a piece of clean gauze, carefully wrapped the wound, and finally neatly tied a small bow on his shoulder.
She put the medicine bottle away and then began to unbutton her coat.
The outer shirt and skirt embroidered with delicate patterns slipped off one by one, and finally only a plain, soft and thin moon-white inner shirt was left.
Xie Jinglan swallowed unconsciously as he watched her act. His voice grew hoarse and dry due to the high fever. "Ning'er, you can't, you can't sleep in the same bed with me. I'm afraid I'll pass this illness on to you..."
Wen Ning seemed to have heard nothing at all. She simply lifted the quilt beside him and lay down in it.
The quilt with his body temperature instantly wrapped around her thin body.
Xie Jinglan was stunned for a moment, and finally sighed helplessly. He endured the pain in his back and slowly lay down on his side.
As soon as he found a suitable position to lie down, a soft and fragrant body immediately snuggled into his arms, carefully avoiding his wounds and resting her cheek on his uninjured chest.
Xie Jinglan's body stiffened slightly, then he relaxed and gently put his arms around her.
"Ning'er, why do you want to learn horse riding and archery?" he asked with his head down.
"Because of fear and anxiety."
Wen Ning raised her head and looked at him through tearful eyes. "My Lord once said that as a general, I am just a soldier taking a break in the capital. A general's duty is never to stay in the peace and quiet of a city or a pond. If he is not on the way to the battlefield, he is on the front line defending the territory."
"So, I don't want to just stay here and wait forever." Her voice was filled with the anxiety and bitterness accumulated during the long wait. "Waiting is too bitter... I don't want to try again and again."
"I don't want to be left alone in this narrow world, anxious and helpless. I don't want to be a mere appendage, only hoping for your return and favor, without even being able to personally confirm your life or death."
Her voice was choked with sobs, filled with endless grievance and persistence, "My Lord, can you understand?"
As she finished speaking, a hot tear slid down from the corner of her red eye and silently fell into his arm under his slightly open pajamas, burning his heart and making it tremble violently.
He has always regarded military glory as the backbone of his life. At this moment, listening to the person in his arms trembling with fear and uneasiness, an almost absurd impulse suddenly surged in his heart.
He just wanted to throw away the heavy burden of being a general, the honor of being a marquis, and even all the merits gained with his blood. The relationship between family, country, and the righteousness between the monarch and his subjects all became vague and distant at this moment.
There was only one thought that burned his internal organs. He wanted to stay with her forever and ever without separation, and wipe away all her anxieties and tears.
This thought was so overwhelming that it almost destroyed the belief he had held on to all his life.
Xie Jinglan pressed her deeper into his embrace, his chin resting on the top of her head. He said in a hoarse voice, "I understand. It's all my fault." His arms tightened, and with a resolute promise, "From now on... I will never let Ning'er wait this hard again."
Wen Ning noticed that he was in a low mood, so she avoided the heavy topic.
Her fingertips gently traced circles on his uninjured chest. "Today... I saw the little eagle that the Marquis gave to Xibao. It was so fluffy and adorable."
Xie Jinglan heard this, a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes, "I forgot to bring a gift for Ning'er."
He lowered his head, looked into her clear eyes, and asked seriously, "What does Ning'er want? Is it too late to compensate her later?"
Wen Ning's eyes sparkled, like spring water reflecting the stars. She met his gaze, her voice soft but firm.
"I want you."
The air seemed to stagnate, and Xie Jinglan's eyes suddenly became deep.
The body tensed up instantly due to this direct request, which affected the wound and brought an unspeakable pain, but it was not even one ten-thousandth of the fire raging in the heart.
"...Now?" he said hoarsely.
The person in his arms nodded firmly, without looking away.
Xie Jinglan immediately hated his own body with a high fever, but his mind was still struggling. "But... I'll give it to you after the disease has passed..."
Before he finished speaking, Wen Ning suddenly raised her head, and her slightly cool and soft lips accurately covered his thin lips, which were extremely hot due to the high fever, and kissed him awkwardly but firmly.
She carefully traced the lines of his dry lips, passing her cool breath and moisture to him bit by bit, relieving the heart-wrenching heat.
The small lilac tongue, with an irresistible tenderness, gently pushed open his teeth that were slightly opened in surprise, and explored deeper into his hot breath.
After a short break from the kiss, she panted slightly, her cheeks flushed, but with a moist light of triumph in her eyes, she looked at him and whispered:
"The illness has passed."
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