Chapter 60: Will you stop kissing me now that I'm disfigured?
Jiang Zhishui looked at him and handed him the ointment, saying, "We're husband and wife, it's nothing to apply some medicine, right?"
Jing Qianheng looked down at the ointment in her hand, his hand resting on his knee, his fingers curled and gripping his clothes. He looked up at her, his hand clenching his clothes even tighter. After a moment of silence, he reached out and took the ointment.
Jiang Zhishui sat on the bed and smiled slightly.
Jiang Zhishui turned her back, her previously confident smile vanishing instantly. Her eyes flickered, her expression tense. She turned her head to the side, raised the corners of her mouth, and said easily, "Thank you for your trouble, my husband."
Jiang Zhishui gathered her long hair in front of her, clenched her fist, took a deep breath, took off her coat from one shoulder, her shoulder trembling slightly. Red rashes extended from her neck to her waist, one patch here, one patch there, and several bloody scratches.
Jing Qianheng caught a glimpse of her movement out of the corner of his eye, subconsciously lowered his eyes, gripped the bottle of ointment tightly, and held his breath.
Jiang Zhishui had been sitting with her back to him for a while, but the person behind her hadn't moved. She was extremely nervous and didn't dare to turn around to look at him, afraid that if she did, she wouldn't be able to control her expression.
Within the dimly lit bed curtains, two figures sat frozen for a long time. Jiang Zhishui could no longer bear the suffocating silence. She turned to look at him and muttered a complaint, "Cold..."
Jing Qianheng snapped out of his daze, turning his gaze to the side. Hearing her urging, his ears turned red, and he quickly replied, "Okay..."
Jing Qianheng leaned forward a little, made up his mind to look up, and saw the crisscrossing scratches that were shocking and bleeding. He didn't care about his embarrassment, stared at the wounds, and said with heartache, "How did you scratch yourself like this?"
Jiang Zhishui glanced back, but couldn't see it. She reached out to touch it, but Jing Qianheng grabbed her hand. She looked at him and asked, "Is it ugly?"
"No..." Jing Qianheng applied ointment to her back and gently stroked it, his fingers lightly touching and rubbing it in. It felt a little cold and itchy, and Jiang Zhishui couldn't help but straighten her back. He noticed her tremble slightly, paused, and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"
Jiang Zhishui shook her head. "It doesn't hurt."
"Yesterday... I lost control."
The gauze curtains swayed gently. Inside the bed, one person was facing away from the other. Jing Qianheng's fingers gently applied medicine to her, his movements extremely slow, his fingertips wandering over her shoulder bone. Jiang Zhishui flinched slightly in surprise. Before he had finished applying the ointment to his fingers, Jing Qianheng paused, looked up, and saw that her earlobes were red. He could only see her profile and didn't know what expression she had at that moment.
Jing Qianheng stopped applying the medicine, placed his hand on his knee, stared at her slightly exposed profile, and said, "I shouldn't have been so rude to you and scared you. If you feel wronged, you can ask me to make it up to you in any way you want, like a beating... or anything else, as long as it lets you vent your anger."
Jing Qianheng unconsciously rubbed the ointment on his hands, paused, and said, "I know, I'm not feeling well."
Jiang Zhishui finished dressing, clutching her collar with both hands. Upon hearing this, she slightly turned her head.
Seeing that she was quiet and still had her back to him, Jing Qianheng lowered his eyes in disappointment, feeling even more annoyed that he had been angry with her earlier.
He couldn't help but lean forward, wanting to see her face, his voice tinged with a hint of ingratiation, "But, we're married, we've bowed to heaven and earth, and we're already...we're husband and wife in name and in fact, that won't change, right?"
From the day Jing Qianheng discovered that Jiang Zhishui had escaped from the Prince's Mansion, he was always afraid that he would not be able to catch up with her or catch her. When he finally caught up with her, he found that she was not her. Even if she was not her, it was good that she could stay alive by his side and watch him from afar.
His retreat, step by step, resulted in her death and the annihilation of her soul. Jiang Zhishui's soul no longer existed in this world. He guarded her for three years, watching the "Jiang Zhishui" who was exactly like her fawn over him. He had long since collapsed. Every moment of lucidity here was a cruel torment.
Jing Qianheng's breathing quickened slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to change..."
"You said you love me, that's why you went to so much trouble to marry me. I didn't believe you before, but now I want to. Let's forget the past and start anew, starting with how much you love me, okay?"
Jing Qianheng blushed and murmured, "Let's just be an ordinary couple, yes, just an ordinary couple..."
Jiang Zhishui turned to look at him, her long hair hanging down, her face red from itching, covered in patches of red rashes, and she had a somewhat dazed expression.
Jing Qianheng seemed a little shy and lowered his head, saying, "Turn around, it's not done yet."
Jing Qianheng reached out to tear off her clothes, but Jiang Zhishui instinctively grabbed them to prevent him from doing so.
Their eyes met simultaneously, both filled with panic. One hurriedly let go of the other's hand, while the other silently took off her clothes, revealing her other shoulder. She asked in confusion, "What does 'want to believe' mean? Believe is believe, and don't believe is don't believe. How can there be such a thing as 'want to believe'?"
Jing Qianheng raised his hand to apply medicine to the scratches. Her voice paused for a moment before she spoke again: "You were really scary that day. You were never like that before. You bit people really fiercely. I thought I was going to die."
The wound had clearly been poked hard. Jiang Zhishui took a deep breath and endured the pain. She glanced at him sideways and complained, "Be gentle, you're not gentle at all."
Jing Qianheng's fingers curled up, and his face immediately showed something was wrong. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he suppressed a surge of anger. However, the person in front of him was provoking him word by word. He was not careful and accidentally used too much force. Just as he was panicking, her dissatisfied tone became very alluring to his ears.
The corpse in the ice cellar, Jiang Zhishui who had traveled from another world before him, different worlds, incredible time and space—no matter how much Jing Qianheng thought about it, he couldn't understand these things. He could only come to one conclusion: Jiang Zhishui knew everything. She even knew the rules behind a certain mysterious power. She was hiding many secrets.
Jing Qianheng was certain that she could disappear at any time if she wanted to. Hearing her cry out in pain, Jing Qianheng couldn't help but move closer and gently blow on the scratches.
Jiang Zhishui immediately felt a chill run down her spine, turned around, and dared not turn her back to him again.
Jing Qianheng remained slightly bent over, his eyes glazed over. Jiang Zhishui's heart pounded, and a tingling sensation ran down her spine from where the breath had been blowing on her. She lowered her eyes, seemingly lost in thought, then suddenly let go of his hand, lunged forward, and pinned Jing Qianheng beneath her.
Jiang Zhishui's hair fell over her shoulders, her lips curled up, and she leaned down to kiss his lips.
The ointment in Jing Qianheng's hand fell to the ground when she bumped into him. He didn't know what she was going to do, but he subconsciously held her waist.
As she leaned in for a kiss, he turned his head away, his voice calm: "What are you doing?"
Jiang Zhishui's eyes widened, stunned by the rejection. In her panic, she made up an excuse: "Your shackles... I'll help you with them."
Jing Qianheng turned his head back, and at this moment the two of them were close in nose. Jiang Zhishui thought he had agreed, and stared down at his lips.
As Jing Qianheng's lips drew near, his tone was incredibly seductive: "The curse has long been lifted, I'm fine now."
Jiang Zhishui parted her lips slightly, but upon hearing this, she paused, then pursed her lips in resentment. Jing Qianheng placed one hand on her shoulder and pushed her up a little.
The lips that could have touched so close were suddenly pulled apart.
Jiang Zhishui remained frozen in place, as if she didn't understand. "What?"
"That means you don't need to help me."
"You despise me?" Jiang Zhishui inexplicably resisted, trying to press her body down. Jing Qianheng put one hand on her waist and the other on her shoulder. She pulled his hands away and suddenly brought her face close to his. "You won't kiss me now just because I look ugly?"
Jing Qianheng frowned as he looked at the angry face covered in red rashes in front of him and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Jiang Zhishui quickly kissed him down, the kiss was brief, and after the kiss, she was on top of him with a triumphant smile.
Jing Qianheng was stunned. Taking advantage of his dazed state, Jiang Zhishui kissed him again. Because Jing Qianheng had bitten her neck last time, she took the opportunity to retaliate. She slid down and bit his Adam's apple. His Adam's apple trembled and rolled. She couldn't bite it, so she simply lay on his neck and bit it lightly.
Jing Qianheng suddenly grabbed her clothes and pulled her away. Her clothes fell down, and the clothes on one shoulder hung loosely, revealing her reddened skin. Jing Qianheng accidentally pulled her hair, and she cried out in pain, saying with displeasure, "Jing Qianheng, did you care so much about appearance? You despise me so much now that I'm disfigured."
Jing Qianheng had no idea what she was angry about. He touched the spot where she had bitten him, his breathing becoming completely erratic. He got up, wanting to leave quickly, but Jiang Zhishui threw herself into his arms, clinging tightly to his waist, and shouted loudly, "You're making me so angry! You were saying such nice things just now, like we should be an ordinary couple. I wanted to kiss you, which is something an ordinary couple would do. Why won't you do it now? Explain yourself! Is it because you don't want to see me like this? Look at you, you're practically trying to escape! You... you're clearly just pretending!!"
Jiang Zhishui was suddenly flipped over completely, and she lay on the bed feeling dizzy. Jing Qianheng was on top of her, staring at the person beneath him with red eyes and a somewhat frightening expression.
Jiang Zhishui, who was still arguing and making a scene, immediately fell silent. She swallowed hard and belatedly realized that she had gone too far.
The movement of the two people turning over stirred the bed curtains, causing the air in the room to circulate and affecting the petals on the table. The petals floated lightly upwards, twirled in the air, and after a moment, gently landed by the bedside.
Jing Qianheng calmed his breathing, his eyes becoming much calmer. He reached out and gently stroked the scratches on Jiang Zhishui's face. The dense red rashes were indeed uncomfortable to touch. She watched his fingers warily as they moved. After a moment, she looked up at him, and he was looking at her too.
The moment their eyes met, Jiang Zhishui's heart skipped a beat, and she was completely unable to look away.
Do you really...think that way?
Jiang Zhishui couldn't find an excuse to get close to him, and when her initiative was rejected, she momentarily lost her composure. She didn't know if it was because of the bath, the itching from the flower petals, or some other reason, but she felt that something was off about her.
She pouted and nodded sadly.
Jing Qianheng remained silent for a moment, then slowly leaned down, staring intently into Jiang Zhishui's eyes. Under her gaze, he gently pressed his lips to hers. He looked into her eyes, and their lips met, soft and warm. The next moment, his lips were parted by his licking, and Jiang Zhishui's pupils suddenly contracted.
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