Chapter 52: What's wrong with using it as a plaything? ...
Chapter 52
An icy chill came from their clasped hands, seeping gently into their skin.
"Did you also receive treatment like this back then?"
Shen Juansheng lowered his head, his long black hair hanging down, covering most of his expression, leaving only the tense jawline and pale lips.
After a moment of contemplation, he finally raised his hand. "Back then, Miss Qing wanted the cold internal energy..."
The slender, sickly pale hand, with its knuckles slightly bent, hovered just above the wound on her shoulder, only an inch from her skin.
The cold breath had already passed by, causing that small piece of skin to tremble slightly, and the burning pain was actually suppressed a little.
"Ice Creek Pulse Washing Technique is fine," he said in a soft, yet somewhat cold voice, as dense as finely crushed spring ice.
"The Cold Marrow Technique...isn't it enough?"
The cold air lingering on the fingertips suddenly intensified, strands of it like invisible ice needles, with a piercing sharpness.
Qing Guiyu pondered in silence. When she was expelled from the sect, she pretended to cut the tendons in her hand, and she had to hide it from her master, which was a difficult task.
It was the masterpiece she worked so hard on during her girlhood!
She didn't know how long she had thought about it at that time. To talk about this, she had really thought about it carefully - for the key to sealing the meridians with ice and then cutting them off, God knows how many times she had pondered it privately.
"The Qi-cleansing Technique uses cold energy first, aiming at the blade, to freeze the opponent's weapon. So I asked my junior brother to help me freeze the meridians first, then sever and connect them."
Qing Guiyu patiently explained the subtleties to him, trying to use the logic of the practice to dilute the strange aura around him.
"The Cold Marrow Technique is about penetrating deep cold into the blade. The weapon and the cold energy arrive together. How are they the same?"
She raised her head, trying to see his expression at the moment, but a light bulb went off in her head - wait a minute, it seems that the two are not completely unrelated?
Why didn't you ask Shen Juansheng at the beginning?
Of course it was because the young man in the medicine house had been poisoned by the cold and his life was hanging by a thread. How could she let a dying patient save her?
Those were patients who needed her to use all her strength to pull out of the abyss.
Qing Guiyu turned his head and his heart suddenly sank.
Shen Jiansheng leaned against the edge of the couch, his head tilted slightly upward, a few strands of long black hair falling in front of his cheeks, blocking the flickering light. His face became increasingly handsome, yet also pale beyond all recognition. Even the feigned shyness he had worn upon entering the room had vanished.
He pursed his lips and lowered his eyelashes, and under the swaying light, his shadow seemed to tremble.
He just sat there with his eyes half closed, lost in thought, not knowing if he heard a single word.
This is a world-famous strategist. Whenever he thinks about something, there are always ten things that follow, layer upon layer of calculations and step by step deductions.
Let him indulge in his own thoughts. No matter what he thinks, it will definitely not be a good thing.
The omen was extremely bad. Qing Guiyu was frightened by the gloomy silence that carried a sense of destruction from him. He quickly tried to think of something to say to interrupt his thoughts.
"Look," she hurriedly explained to him, and at some point, she adopted the same coaxing tone she had used to persuade the young man.
"When a person is ill for a long time, their heart is filled with sorrow. If someone takes care of them, they will inevitably develop a sense of dependence. You were young then, and the past is the past. As time passes, it will naturally fade."
Shen Juansheng suddenly opened his eyes.
He slowly turned sideways and leaned towards her, with stray golden threads hanging down from his hair.
"I'm the same age as Miss Qing," he said softly in her ear, his voice very low, like a lover's whisper, "At that time, I was already seventeen years old."
Qing Guiyu's mind was confused for a moment, and the words in his mouth were instantly choked back.
This person, she discovered guiltily, why did she always feel in a trance that he was much younger than her?
She thought about it carefully.
Perhaps it was because the young man in the medicine house, who was always in the shadows, with his body cold and dying, was too pitiful.
The poor one must be my younger brother.
"Hmm?" Seeing that she didn't say anything, he raised his voice slightly and smiled softly.
"When I die, Miss Qing, one day, will you bring your husband to my grave and say, 'This is the man from back then who was like my brother?'"
He shook his head, and golden threads flowed from his neck, softly reflecting the tiny light from the lamp.
"It won't work, Miss Qing. If—"
Wait a minute, Qing Guiyu suddenly raised his uninjured right hand and pressed against his approaching body. He could feel the cool body temperature and slightly rapid heartbeat under his palm.
"Chen Yansheng, what nonsense are you talking about?"
She tried very hard to reconcile the unfathomable young man in front of her, who was carrying an invisible burden, with the quiet boy in her memory, but found it was of no use.
He was already an adult man, and the young man in the medicine house had long disappeared.
Qing Guiyu was a little angry, and couldn't help speaking anxiously.
"How long have you lived in Medicine King Valley? No matter what you thought at the time, now that you've cured the disease, it's time to leave. If you have to give up your feelings just to cure an illness, aren't you treating people like playthings? A doctor's compassionate heart, how can you be so despised?"
"As a plaything," he repeated twice in a low voice, then suddenly looked up at her.
In a pair of misty eyes, her figure was reflected bleakly. Something deep, sharp and light like ice fragments was swaying.
"...What's wrong with that?" His Adam's apple rolled, and his voice trembled.
He suddenly pressed forward, and his long, jet-black hair slid down to her neck with the movement, with a few cold strands of hair flowing down along her uninjured right shoulder.
That overly handsome yet bloodless face, with its sickly paleness and suppressed temptation, instantly filled her vision.
"Young lady,"
The air was cool, almost brushing against her ear. Every word was like a lingering thread, woven with reverent caution.
He deliberately mixed those charming and enchanting eyes with a frightening tenderness, a blush appeared on his face at the right time, and his eyes were clear, as if there was a grasp of flowing clouds.
"Why not..."
He opened his lips slightly, placed them close to her earlobe, and pleaded seductively, "...play with me?"
This face was so impactful, with a dangerous and complex expression, suddenly approaching. When he suddenly pressed towards her, Qing Guiyu gasped.
Young Master Jin Sheng has always been very thoughtful and is best at using himself as bait, so the weaknesses he displays are mostly his murderous intentions.
And she was still in his plan.
It was hard to tell whether he was trying to seduce her with his appearance, but the more serious question was -
It hurts!
Qing Guiyu was so angry that his shoulder injury was affected by him that he felt dizzy. If his shoulder was not in so much pain, he would have wanted to use his bamboo flute to kill this troublemaker in black clothes on the spot.
This guy, has he completely forgotten that when people get hurt, it hurts?!
She didn't want to cry out in pain and lose her momentum, but she really didn't want to continue to argue, so she gritted her teeth.
"I can't do that, Shen Jiansheng," she gritted her teeth and pushed him away with her right hand, "Rich families have three wives and four concubines, only then do they treat people like objects."
"Treat me as an object," he laughed softly, with a hint of cruel pleasure in his eyes, and tilted his head slightly, just enough to expose his beautiful yet overly slender and fragile neck in the dim light.
His tone was so gentle, as if he was chatting with her about the insignificant mornings and evenings in the medicine room.
"Being a concubine...why not?"
His eyes moved, following her tense outline and slowly sweeping across the couch where she was leaning.
Suppressing the horrifying fear, it seemed as if he was simply stating an irrefutable truth.
"As long as Miss Qing is by my side, there will be no one else."
His tone was sincere and his expression was serious.
“—Isn’t it the same?”
It's hard to tell whether it's a test or a threat, like a hungry jackal licking the last piece of rotten meat from the bones of its prey.
Although people in the underworld do not care as much about etiquette between men and women as ordinary people do, they can be said to be casual.
But what Mr. Jinsheng did was simply shocking.
All the things about the strict separation between men and women and the moral ethics were casually lifted up and thrown underfoot.
When he said "there is no one else", Qing Guiyu knew it clearly in his heart and had no doubt about it.
This world-famous strategist, this sinister and vicious strategist, probably does have the means and determination to turn these words into a bloody reality.
Although she acts in a carefree manner, she has many concerns in her heart and has many worries. If we really talk about her temperament, she is actually not the most carefree person.
Qing Guiyu was angry and her shoulders hurt. She was irritated by such nonsense and was about to scold him, "Then why don't you, Shen Juansheng, become someone's concubine?"
Then his mind changed, and he remembered that Master Jin Sheng disguised himself as a love Gu in public and kept calling himself a Gu slave. It was indeed very shameless.
It deserves the same as the other.
When she thought of this, she was afraid that he would come up with some new tricks, so she swallowed the words in her throat.
I've really lost my mind. I'm actually here arguing with Master Jinsheng.
Qing Guiyu was being pinned down by him, and after hearing a few words from him, she was so angry that she tried to break free.
It really hurts, so much that tears welled up in my eyes.
She turned her head away from him, but her whole body stopped moving.
"Miss Qing," he said in a panic, "Don't cry."
No crying.
It hurts.
But right now, this might not be the time when I can't explain it clearly to him.
These tears were not from sadness, but were simply from the shoulder injury he caused.
But this was enough, the ice in the room melted away instantly.
The exquisitely constructed oppression, the gorgeous temptation, and the charming atmosphere were all swept away.
Chen Juansheng seemed to want to raise his hand to touch the corner of her eyes, but the biting cold energy gathered at his fingertips had not yet dissipated, so he paused in mid-air, as if afraid that the coldness would freeze her "tears".
Qing Guiyu took advantage of his moment of stiffness and confusion, and used his uninjured right hand to exert force and push him away completely.
Chen Juansheng didn't resist. He let her push him away from the bed like a lost soul, and staggered back half a step.
The golden threads on his body swayed and scattered as he moved.
"Why am I crying?" Qing Guiyu took a breath and suppressed the sob in her throat caused by pain, but drops of water fell and landed on her clothes.
"Chen Juansheng, you think my injuries aren't severe enough and you want to kill me with pain, right?"
His Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and the alluring, bloody temptation just now disappeared. His voice was extremely tense.
“…Does it hurt?”
"I didn't mean to... hurt you."
He subconsciously wanted to get closer to check her shoulder injury, but his fingertips, which were surrounded by coldness, just rose and then slowly dropped again.
Finally, he froze beside the couch, his black hair, streaked with gold, falling from his shoulders, revealing a partially pale face.
"I'm just... so angry."
He murmured blankly, as if speaking to himself, or as if blaming the void.
"Miss Qing, you never chose me."
What kind of nonsense is this?
She is the one who is in pain and she is the one who is crying.
But why did Shen Juansheng look even more aggrieved and helpless than her? !
Qing Guiyu shook his head, and the depression in his heart inexplicably disappeared a little, but he was still very angry at his attitude of turning the tables.
She took a deep breath, suppressed the sharp pain in her shoulder, and tried to make her voice sound steady.
"Whether it's the Cold Marrow Technique or the Ice Stream Cleansing Meridians Technique, it's not important at this moment. What's important is..."
She emphasized her tone and pointed clearly at the wound, "My shoulder really hurts."
"Don't think about those things, just help me calm down the pain, okay?"
She wasn't stupid. The man before her was proficient in top-notch cold skills and wouldn't die anytime soon.
I saved her life with all my heart and soul back then. Now that she's in pain, can't I let her borrow it for a while?
She stared into his misty eyes and said clearly, word by word,
"Don't bother with my injuries anymore, and don't use your internal energy to investigate. Just calm it down."
Shen Juansheng was silent, his eyelashes drooped, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
After a moment, he approached the couch again very slowly and cautiously.
The invisible pressure on his body was completely eliminated.
His slender, pale fingers once again hovered just an inch above her wound. There was no probing, no pressure, only a pure, gentle, cold internal energy, like the first snowflake of early winter lightly landing on her skin, covering it lightly.
The internal force was no longer sharp and piercing, but a delicate and soft gauze, gently fitting the burning pain.
It is not suppression, but a kind of exquisite comfort and isolation.
Gently peel away the burning, sharp pain, leaving only the thrilling, soothing coolness.
He maintained this hovering posture, without any unnecessary movements, even breathing very lightly and slowly.
A little light cast a light shadow on his lowered face.
The pain in his shoulder was soothed by the perfect chill, and Qing Guiyu's tense nerves slowly relaxed.
In this exquisite silence, Shen Jiansheng lowered his eyes and suddenly spoke very softly and quickly, his voice so soft as if he was afraid of disturbing anything.
"Back then...was it also this painful?"
Qing Guiyu was slightly stunned and didn't react immediately.
He paused before continuing, his voice lowered, his eyelashes trembling, carrying the pain of abandonment.
"Miss Qing... you were enduring it all by yourself. Was there anyone to help you calm the pain?"
…
Considering the madness that Young Master Jin Sheng had just gone through, Qing Guiyu thought carefully and decided to keep quiet.
Back then, it was her own idea, so she was well prepared, and her junior brother also helped her a lot. So, although it was painful, it was still somewhat different from the current state of repeated involvement, anger, and anxiety.
Not to mention the fact that the mastermind himself was standing next to him, with his unpredictable intentions and the sense of danger he brought.
When she thought about it carefully, she felt that this was the most tiring thing.
At this moment,
Suddenly, there were two light knocks on the door.
The sound was not loud, but it was very clear in the silent room where the two people were holding their breath.
Qing Guiyu looked at Chen Juansheng, but was surprised to find that he was also looking at her.
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