Chapter 81 World Four (Eight)
The faint feeling of tightness in her chest made Baoshan's face pale as snow. But she just bit her lower lip, grinding the soft lips into an even more delicate and tempting one. Her delicate fingers clenched Xie Wenying's sleeve, and she didn't cry out in pain.
Xie Wenying lowered her head and said in a deep voice, "But where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Bao Shan hummed softly, her willow-like eyebrows knitting together subconsciously. "It's just that I have difficulty breathing, it's nothing more than that. Senior Brother Wenying, I'm fine."
Her eyes, clear and bright as spring water, flickered slightly, as if she was worried that her body would ruin the disciples' enthusiasm today. Xie Wenying's eyes darkened a little, and she extended her sleeve to the treasure fan, letting her pull on it to support her frail body.
Qu Linglong was particularly satisfied with the blood-red jade hairpin in her hair and praised it repeatedly.
Xie Wenying treated his junior sister differently than he did others. He was accustomed to focusing his attention on her. Qu Linglong had been extremely critical of every hairpin he had chosen during his previous trip down the mountain, but this one was the most satisfying to her, unable to find even the slightest flaw in the blood jade hairpin. Xie Wenying looked at Qu Linglong with a gentle gaze. Suddenly, his sleeve was tightened, drawing Xie Wenying's attention back to the treasure fan. He saw the fan tremble slightly, its eyelashes fluttering nervously.
A sound as thin as a mosquito's humming rang out, and it seemed particularly unclear under Qu Linglong's lively and charming voice. However, Xie Wenying heard every word clearly: "...Senior Brother Wenying...I feel so uncomfortable..."
The next moment, the slender body was about to fall towards Qingfengtan. Xie Wenying stretched out her long arms, bent her knees slightly, and embraced the weak figure in her arms.
Under everyone's astonished gaze, Xie Wenying bent down, put his arm through Baoshan's legs, and picked her up by the waist.
Xie Wenying was used to using a sword. It seemed that ever since he could remember, he had been pursuing martial arts, and carrying heavy objects was the most basic thing.
Therefore, when he was a child, he was able to lift objects much heavier than himself.
Now that Xie Wenying held up the precious fan in her hand, she realized how soft and frail the person beneath her was. She was like a delicate and fragile butterfly. If she didn't hold on tightly enough, the person would spread its wings and fly away.
Xie Wenying tapped his toes, quickened his pace, and carried the treasure fan back to his bedroom. He took out the bundle from the cabinet and found the green jade porcelain bottle.
Xie Wenying didn't know how many pills Baoshan should take, so she poured out a few small pills according to her memory.
He walked to Baoshan's bed, held Baoshan in one hand, and used the other hand to put the pill to Baoshan's lips.
Her lips, soft as flower petals, were now tightly pursed. If it were any other disciple, facing such a situation, Xie Wenying would have a thousand ways to do it: open the acupoints, or use his broad palms to forcefully pry open the other person's mouth and then push the pill inside.
But facing the precious fan that looked like glass, Xie Wenying frowned, fearing that it would be broken if she used a little force.
Now she was unconscious, and Xie Wenying had no idea what was wrong with her body, so he didn't dare to use his acupuncture skills recklessly, fearing that any conflict would aggravate her condition.
The pill in her palm gave off a strong herbal scent. Xie Wenying tightened her grip and looked at the pale and adorable face, suddenly feeling troubled.
Qingfengtan.
The disciples looked at each other in bewilderment. Qu Linglong's face flushed red. Xie Wenying had just walked away, leaving her there. Now she was probably the laughing stock of Yun Ning Peak. Qu Linglong's eyes flushed red. Driven by anger, she suddenly pulled out the blood jade hairpin from her hair and threw it heavily to the ground.
With a "snap", the blood jade hairpin suddenly broke into pieces, like tiny bits of red plum blossoms, splashing in the white snow, with a kind of strange beauty.
Qu Linglong looked at Bai Jiqing beside her and said in a sad tone, "I don't want to pay attention to Senior Brother anymore!"
Bai Jiqing opened his mouth to speak, but Qu Linglong turned and left. Her shoes stepped on the blood jade hairpin on the ground, grinding the already broken jade hairpin into even smaller pieces. In the sunlight, the jade pieces reflected bursts of white light.
Bai Jiqing smiled apologetically at Ye Muya, his brows slightly furrowed, his voice clear and gentle: "Second Senior Sister, Junior Sister has a lively personality, I'm worried about her..."
Ye Muya raised her eyebrows slightly and listened to Bai Jiqing's next words: "...Second Senior Sister, please rest first. I will go find the youngest junior sister."
Watching Bai Jiqing's hurried footsteps, Ye Muya slowly withdrew his gaze. He said to the disciples who were whispering to each other with different expressions, with a stern face and a cold voice: "Have you made any progress in martial arts recently? It has been half a year since I left Yunning Peak. I believe that all of you junior brothers must have made some progress.
Otherwise, they wouldn't be so casual and start gossiping about other people."
The disciples were shocked and clasped their fists together: "Second Senior Sister is right."
After the disciples dispersed, Ye Muya looked at the blood jade fragments on the ground, his brows tightened, and his tone was inexplicable: "I don't know what the situation of the other disciples is, but the little junior sister - seems to be the same as before."
He still likes to lose his temper and throw things around.
Ye Muya bent down and asked the disciple behind him for a handkerchief. He gathered the broken jade pieces in the handkerchief and instructed, "Give Junior Sister's jade hairpin to her. Later..."
Ye Muya thought to herself: Don't throw things around anymore in the future. But then she changed her mind and thought that Qu Linglong was a thoughtful person, so she would inevitably think too much about it.
The last time she taught Qu Linglong martial arts, it was rumored that she was deliberately harshly criticizing her junior sister, relying on her martial arts prowess to bully others. Ye Muya paused and continued, "Just send it back to her, and there's no need to say anything else."
The disciple took the handkerchief and replied, "Yes."
Xie Wenying brought the pill to Baoshan's lips again. Her fingers accidentally touched her lips, and she felt extremely cold.
Xie Wenying's eyes darkened slightly, and his hand grasped the slender wrist of the treasure fan, like winter ice, even colder than frost.
Xie Wenying had never encountered such a difficult situation. His martial arts skills had stagnated, but he could practice hard day and night, and there would always be a day when he would break through the difficulties.
But facing the precious fan, which was even thinner and weaker than the sword in his hand, he felt extremely difficult.
The headmaster once mentioned in a letter that Baoshan had a heart disease, a weakness that she had brought from her mother's womb. They took good care of her all day long, not allowing her to go out, not allowing her to touch any hard objects, and carefully selecting the food she ate. Nothing with a strong taste was allowed to be seen in her meals. Only with such careful care could they maintain the glass-like Baoshan to such an age.
Xie Wenying's mind was in a mess, like a tangled ball of silk threads that had been rubbed into a tangled state, and no matter how hard she looked, she couldn't find the beginning of the thread.
Once the thoughts become messy, one can no longer maintain the usual rationality and easily let impulse take over.
This is the case with Xie Wenying.
In a panic, he could only put the black pill in his hand into his mouth and slightly support the pill with his teeth.
Then he leaned over gently, and as he got closer to the treasure fan, Xie Wenying smelled the faint fragrance of the treasure fan.
It was not the usual herbal scent, but a light floral fragrance, elegant and soft, which matched the precious fan perfectly.
Xie Wenying tried her best to ignore the violent beating of her chest and the porcelain-white cheek of Baoshan that was getting closer and closer.
The long and straight eyelashes drooped quietly, and the precious fan in front of her looked extremely well-behaved.
Even though Xie Wenying tried his best not to look at Baoshan's eyebrows and eyes, there was one part he had to look at.
Those were the soft, pale lips, once tender and rosy. Now, they were utterly decadent, like a flower bud about to fall in a bitter snowstorm. Xie Wenying leaned over and pressed a kiss to those lips.
Soft, as soft as cotton balls, sweet as sugar.
This was the thought that suddenly popped up in Xie Wenying's mind, as if the softest and most delicate things in the world could not compare to the small space in front of her.
Red lips, sandalwood mouth, lotus face, how many men's souls have been broken here.
This wasn't some intimate gesture between two people who were in love. It was simply a helpless act in a dilemma, designed to alleviate Bao Shan's symptoms.
Therefore, Xie Wenying's eyes were exceptionally clear, without a trace of fascination or confusion. His cautious actions were not meant to show his care and protection for the one he loved. Instead, he was seeking the fragrance to deliver the pill in his mouth to relieve Bao Shan's pain.
Their lips touched, Xie Wenying and Bao Shan leaned very close to each other, their noses touching, their skin touching.
Xie Wenying used his body as bait to slowly pry open Baoshan's lips. One level had just been passed, and there was still another level waiting. Beneath the red lips were even harder teeth. The white teeth, as white as frost, were tightly closed, like a clam shell that was so tightly closed that it could not be opened. Now that Xie Wenying had taken the first step, his chaotic and complicated thoughts became even more entangled, and the already confusing ball of silk thread became even more tangled. Xie Wenying used the soft object in his mouth to push open the pearly teeth. The hair hanging down from his cheeks was soaked with sweat and entangled with Baoshan's soft and delicate black hair, lingering endlessly and inseparable.
A faint sound leaked out from between the lips and teeth. It was Xie Wenying.
He coaxed softly, using all the patience he had in his life.
"Baoshan, be obedient... open your lips..."
Baoshan nestled on the soft pillow, her eyelashes tightly closed, trembling slightly. She had always been obedient, even in her unconscious dreams.
She opened her lips slightly, like a clam opening its shell.
Seeing this, Xie Wenying did not hesitate at all and put all the pills in his mouth into the mouth.
The bitter smell of the pills made Baoshan frown and her lips droop subconsciously.
Xie Wenying, who was about to leave, didn't dare to withdraw after seeing this situation.
If Baoshan spits out all the pills, all his previous efforts will be wasted and useless.
Xie Wenying pressed her lips against Baoshan's, preventing him from spitting out the pill.
Baoshan frowned, unable to spit it out, so she could only swallow the pill in Tan's mouth.
But the pill was extremely bitter. Xie Wenying only knew to feed her the pill but didn't know to add tea.
This is really hard for Baoshan.
She could only pass on the bitter taste in Tan's mouth to others to ease her own pain.
After everything was done, Xie Wenying tried to stand up, but was grabbed by a slender and weak arm around her neck.
He was not paying attention for a moment and was pushed down by the weak force. His body became heavy and his lips were pressed against the extremely soft lips again.
Unable to get tea, Baoshan had to find another way to get water to quench his thirst.
She imitated Xie Wenying's actions just now, prying open her teeth and using something soft to hook Xie Wenying.
Lips and tongues are entangled, silver threads are tangled.
Xie Wenying opened his eyes wide and watched as the petite and weak person ran rampant in his mouth, conquering cities and plundering territories, not letting go of even the smallest details.
But Baoshan seemed to have overestimated herself. With a figure like hers, how could she match the tall and straight Xie Wenying?
After just a short moment, Bao Shan felt that his breathing was not smooth and became a little rapid, so he could only rest on Xie Wenying's neck.
She chose the right time to leave very cleverly.
Although Xie Wenying was disturbed by the sudden change and was at a loss for a moment, she was entangled with the precious fan and was bewitched by its warmth and softness, and was slightly intoxicated by it.
But he soon regained consciousness and reached out to push away the treasure fan.
The treasure fan with closed eyes suddenly let go of Xie Wenying. The thin silver thread pulled out from the corner of his mouth made Xie Wenying, who had remained calm even if the sky was falling, look dazed and slightly absent-minded.
Baoshan hummed softly and opened her misty eyes. Xie Wenying saw her own figure in her clear eyes.
His lips were bitten and his eyes were slightly dazed.
Such a confused look actually appeared on his face.
Xie Wenying couldn't believe it and her expression changed slightly.
The precious fan had already nestled against Xie Wenying's neck, and she was muttering something.
"Senior Brother Wenying... likes..."
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