Chapter 156 World 7 (Part 4)
Wu Li, who had not had water for many days, was now like a person dying of hunger and thirst who suddenly discovered a spring. How could he let go of the sweet water in his hand just because of Bao Shan's soft request?
Wu Li's lips, rough as gravel, carefully traced Bao Shan's body. Her delicate and soft skin could not bear such treatment. Where his lips passed, they left behind tiny red marks, just like red plum blossoms in the snow, with a gorgeous posture. The clear water in the bathtub began to ripple slightly. Amidst the layers of water, the red marks on Bao Shan's body were like enchanting and strange red flowers, blooming with brilliant brilliance. Wu Li buried his head in the sweet spring in front of him, his long arms tightly wrapped around Bao Shan's waist, imprisoning the slender and fragile beauty in his arms. Bao Shan's cheeks had already flushed, and she was held in Wu Li's arms, unable to break free. Wu Li's head swayed in front of Bao Shan. If Bao Shan lowered her head slightly, she could touch Wu Li's hair - tough and hard, scratching her skin from time to time.
His lips, which had turned white and flaky due to dry mouth, gradually returned to their original shape—juicy and bright, smooth and full. No matter how much Baoshan begged, Wu Li refused to let go of this hard-earned sweet rain.
The treasured fan fell softly into Wu Li's arms like a willow branch. He had no strength left in his body. The only thing he was thankful for was that Wu Li was only looking for water and had no intention of overstepping his bounds.
Bao Shan lowered his eyes and caught a glimpse of the red marks on the undulating ground. His cheeks grew hotter. He thought that Wu Li really treated everyone equally, even that spot... he wouldn't let it go...
The water in the tub gradually calmed down. Baoshan gently waved, telling Wu Li to leave.
"You are so mean. I will tell my father and let him punish you..."
Baoshan tried to act tough in order to intimidate Wuli.
Wu Li treated her like this because she was weak and could be bullied, so she had to be tough so that Wu Li would not dare to humiliate her again.
Bao Shan had just finished saying those so-called "harsh words" when his eyes fell upon the deep and shallow scars on Wu Li's body.
Because of Wu Li's antics, his already tattered clothes were soaked by the clear water in the tub, revealing the outline of his body. His chest and back were covered with scarlet wounds. The more serious injuries had burst open, and the crimson color had soaked through his clothes.
Bao Shan's heart trembled at the sight, and her beautiful eyes drooped. She wasn't known for her tough nature, but seeing Wu Li's pitiful appearance, she felt a surge of anxiety. After some hesitation, she whispered, "...I won't tell Daddy, but you must never do this again..."
Bao Shan had heard from other horse traders that Dong Yixiao's method of taming slaves was to use a long whip to swing it hard, causing the slaves with straight backs to bend over.
If Baoshan complained to Dong Yixiao, Wu Li's fate could be imagined.
The clear water moistened his throat and soothed Wu Li's abdomen, and he gradually became conscious.
The two gem-like bright eyes were now wide open, and the arm that was stroking Baoshan's waist began to become stiff.
Wu Li couldn't believe it because the wound was stretched and caused a high fever.
What on earth did I do while I was unconscious?
He wanted to find water, but he didn't go to the well or the kitchen. Instead, he broke into the girl's bedroom and drank it wantonly.
Use the woman's body as a container for collecting clean water.
For a moment, Wu Li didn't know what to do.
Even when facing life and death, he had never been so confused and at a loss.
Wu Li couldn't understand the Central Plains dialect, he only heard a soft, timid voice.
Wu Li guessed that those words must be accusing him.
Whether they were people from the Central Plains or foreigners, they all regarded slaves as lowly creatures, and it was natural for them to become furious when a slave approached them.
He lowered his head and met Baoshan's clear and panicked eyes.
Bao Shan waited for a long time, but still didn't hear Wu Li's reply. She raised her eyes slightly, only to be met with a pair of strange eyes.
Heterogeneous eyes are an ominous sign, so Bao Shan dare not look closely.
Looking at Wu Li's torn and frayed foreign clothing, Bao Shan suddenly remembered that Wu Li was a foreigner and couldn't understand the Central Plains dialect. His earlier attempts at coercion and inducement had been like playing the lute to a cow, absurd. Bao Shan's cheeks flushed even more, as he felt ashamed of his own foolishness.
The clean water in the bathtub had begun to cool and became slippery and uncomfortable.
Bao Shan didn't want to stay in the tub any longer, so she tried to stand up, but her legs were weak and she fell back down.
Bao Shan could only clutch Wu Li's clothes tightly, pointing to the soft couch not far away, and begged, "Please put me there, please..."
Worried that Wu Li would not agree, Bao Shan threatened him in a trembling voice, "If it weren't for your absurdity, I could have stood up."
She raised her eyes, trying to prove Wu Li's "guilt" with her eyes, but being stared at by such a pair of soft eyes, Wu Li was not afraid at all.
Wu Li looked in the direction of Bao Shan's slender white fingers and saw a soft couch with neatly made bedding.
Wu Li understood. He dipped his long arms into the clear water and held Bao Shan's knees.
The taste was smoother than cow's milk, but Wu Li, who had regained consciousness, was calm.
The long arms were raised lightly, creating huge splashes of water, mixed with the soft and gentle calls of the treasure fan.
Almost subconsciously, Baoshan wrapped his arms around Wu Li's neck.
Wu Li lowered his eyes, and the scene that came into his sight made his ears burn.
Wu Li quickly turned his head to the side and no longer looked directly at the treasure fan.
Baoshan was also filled with shame and anger. This foreign slave was so clueless and acted as he pleased that he didn't even bother to put clothes on her and just picked her up so openly.
But Baoshan didn't dare to blame Wuli, so she could only bury her head in Wuli's arms, and her soft body pressed tightly against Wuli's chest, trying to cover up her exposed beauty.
Completely different from his tense body, what touched Wu Li was the white snow and the soft dough.
Wu Li paused slightly, then returned to normal in an instant, placing the treasured fan on the couch.
Baoshan timidly used the brocade quilt to cover her exposed skin.
She didn't dare to look closely at Wu Li, because when she was held in Wu Li's arms, Bao Shan realized that Wu Li was so tall.
Next to the bathtub, because Wu Li bent down, Bao Shan did not realize the difference in their height.
When she was picked up in the air by Wu Li, Bao Shan looked at the ground far away and realized that Wu Li was not only a slave, but also a man who could easily control her.
The petals of the lily of the valley flowers on the window frame were blown away by the wind and all fell into the house.
Baoshan lowered her eyelids, and her slender and long eyelashes cast a shadow on her porcelain-white skin. She tried to shrink herself into a small ball to prevent Wu Li from noticing her or even bullying her.
These slaves, who were born into a humble family, have never followed any rules.
If we release them from their cages and then anger them, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Baoshan is the daughter of Dong Yixiao and the closest relative of the caretaker who tamed the Wuli.
It is also possible that Wu Liruo wanted to do something to the treasure fan to vent his anger because of Dong Yixiao.
The door was suddenly pushed open, and Duan Changfeng's face was still flushed from being drunk.
Looking at Bao Shan curled up on the bed, and Wu Li standing beside her with a gloomy expression, Duan Changfeng felt a violent beating sound in his chest.
Duan Changfeng attacked the most serious wound on Wu Li's body without hesitation.
Wu Li was already covered in wounds, so he was no match for the healthy Duan Changfeng. After a while, he fell to the ground and fainted.
As he fell, Wu Li grabbed hold of something nearby. The wooden barrel overturned, spilling water all over Wu Li. Duan Changfeng ignored the fallen Wu Li. He strode over to the treasure fan and asked anxiously, "Are you frightened?"
Baoshan called out softly, "Don't come over here."
Hearing the voice, Duan Changfeng stopped and his brows dimmed. It seemed that he didn't understand why the treasure fan refused his approach.
Bao Shan, who was lying on the soft couch, wrapped the quilt tighter around her and said weakly, "It's not that I don't want to see Brother Changfeng, but—"
Bao Shan bit her teeth lightly, her eyes trembling slightly, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito's hum: "But I just took a bath and didn't change clothes..."
Duan Changfeng's face suddenly turned red. He turned around in panic and stammered, "I see."
Baoshan doesn't dislike him, that's good enough.
Glancing at the naked Wu Li, Duan Changfeng seemed to have thought of something. His thick eyebrows knitted together as he asked, "But was this slave being disrespectful to you?"
“No.”
Baoshan answered softly, but the trembling in her voice clearly showed it.
Even if Wu Li had not done anything reckless with the precious fan, he would have definitely overstepped the bounds.
Just look at the things in the house, the bath tub, the messy couch...
Under such circumstances, how could Wu Li, if he rashly barged in, do anything like a gentleman?
Duan Changfeng felt even more guilty, and his words were difficult to speak: "This is my fault. If I hadn't lost my mind, I wouldn't have placed the slave in front of your house."
In his dream, Duan Changfeng suddenly remembered this matter. He should have placed Wu Li in a more remote corner, far away from the treasure fan.
When Baoshan called him to have dinner, Duan Changfeng was distracted for a moment and left Wuli next to Linglanhua's house.
The horse traders were so casual about their actions, how could they have cared so carefully for the plants and trees, even placing the lily of the valley delicately by the window lattice, where it could receive the sun's nourishment? The lily of the valley's abode must be Baoshan's bedroom. Duan Changfeng hurried over, only to frighten Baoshan once again.
Baoshan looked up at Duan Changfeng, her pale face showed her fear, but Baoshan was still comforting Duan Changfeng.
"This has nothing to do with you."
"Brother Changfeng, I only ask one thing of you."
Duan Changfeng looked stern and stood straight, "What's the matter?"
Even if he was asked to kill this lowly slave, Duan Changfeng would nod in agreement.
But Baoshan just said softly, "Don't tell Dad about what happened tonight. He has a fickle personality and will definitely be upset if he learns about this."
Duan Changfeng's heart softened, and he quickly agreed to Baoshan's request.
However, if we keep what happened tonight a secret, we will not be able to punish the daring slave properly.
Duan Changfeng put Wu Li back in the cage and reinforced the restraints around it to ensure that even if a wild beast was imprisoned, it could not escape.
Wu Li was imprisoned in a cage, his body covered in crisscrossing scars. But Duan Changfeng remained calm, unmoved. Seeing the watery sheen on Wu Li's body, Duan Changfeng's expression became solemn, and as he pondered where the watery sheen came from, he even felt a surge of anger.
He didn't want to let Wu Li off so easily. Wu Li had insulted the precious fan and deserved to be punished. After pondering for a moment, Duan Changfeng came up with an idea. After comforting the precious fan, he hurriedly knocked on the door of the iron shop in the border town in the dead of night.
Duan Changfeng's voice was deep and powerful, and his eyes were deep.
"Put on a pair of chains, and you can restrain your hands and feet."
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