Chapter 68: Just one more kiss and it feels like being bitten by a dog...
Does she have to be in such a solemn and troublesome place to create this romantic scene for her?
The nameless anger in my heart, mixed with the frustration, worry and annoyance of the past few days, was now clearly aroused by his shameless words.
To deal with Shen Jiansheng, a sinister strategist who retreats to advance and uses his own pain as a weapon.
Making excuses is the worst option, getting angry is the middle option, and the best option is to be even more unreasonable than him.
She tugged at his collar so hard and suddenly that the young man in black clothes was pulled down.
Young Master Jin Sheng had anticipated her anger, her violence, her tears, but he hadn't anticipated this move, and he hadn't prepared for it. His body, already weakened by the blood loss, was thrown forward, nearly falling into her airway.
The beautiful face, which had become paler due to blood loss and emotional agitation, instantly enlarged in front of her eyes.
Her eyebrows and eyes were beautiful, but her lips were pale due to blood loss. I don’t know if it was a disguise or the truth, but she looked a little shaky.
Qing Guiyu stood on tiptoe, meeting his stunned eyes, which were covered with a thin layer of mist.
She closed her eyes and, with a resolute determination, quickly pressed her lips against his cold cheek.
Can ice burn people? Probably.
The touch was frivolous and exaggerated, as quick as a spark exploding in the snow and then extinguished in an instant.
She loosened her hand, pushed him out, took a step back, and raised her hand to brush it off as if to brush off dust.
"Alright." She raised her chin, her eyes brightening astonishingly, and looked straight at Young Master Jin Sheng beside her, speaking clearly and distinctly, word by word:
"Look, skin to skin." She pointed at herself, then pointed at his cheek, which still had a little warmth, and said lightly,
“It’s like being bitten by a dog.”
The entire sword tomb, along with the howling wind, seemed to slow down at this moment.
Chen Juansheng was still being pushed towards her, with his head slightly tilted. His peach blossom eyes, which were always filled with mist, clearly reflected her face, which was so close and slightly angry.
The sorrow and intimacy that had been deliberately created to win over the heart were gone.
A bright red, starting from the skin on the side of his neck, spread upwards at a thrilling speed. The color burned uncontrollably across his graceful jawline, rushed all the way to his cheeks, quickly dyed his pale ears, and finally burned the icy face that she had kissed.
He opened his mouth, his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, but in the end he failed to say anything, like a beautiful poisonous snake that was pinched at the vital point and suddenly became speechless.
He looked neither the gentle and amiable Young Master Jinsheng nor the unrivalled strategist. Instead, he looked like a young and inexperienced young man who was publicly disrespected.
Seeing Shen Juansheng like this, she was afraid that he would really get angry and attack her suddenly, so she took another step forward, grabbed Shen Juansheng's wrist, and held his pulse tightly with her hand.
When I placed my fingertips on the pulse, I felt it beating fast and irregularly, with no pattern at all.
"Yes! Physical intimacy! Of course it counts!" she said loudly, as if she was afraid that the person opposite her couldn't hear her.
"It's just that," she pointed at the black-clothed young man beside her who looked as if his soul had been drained, "he was coughing so hard in the carriage that he was about to die. I was afraid that he would die in an ugly way and defile my place, so I reached out to help him calm down! Does this count as physical intimacy?"
Shen Juansheng's whole body trembled, as if he was burned by fire, but he did not struggle to break free. He just let her hold him. The blush on his face that had just faded away surged up again, and it was astonishingly bright.
"It's just that," she pointed again, "he was beaten until he vomited blood and collapsed unconscious in the inn. As a doctor, I couldn't just stand by and watch him die. I could only apply medicine and bandage him! Does this count as physical contact?"
The more she spoke, the angrier she became, but the more she spoke, the more comfortable she became, and the more she spoke, the angrier she became.
"He was perfectly fine in the car, but he suddenly became aroused and acted like a fool. He even asked me, a daughter, to hold him and comfort him, to prevent him from rushing out and killing innocent people! Does this count as physical intimacy?!"
Young Master Jin Sheng's face, always adorned with a calm smile, now flushed red, practically igniting. Even the traces of scalp scars at the corners of his eyes seemed to have been scorched by the blazing fire, a startlingly bright crimson. He didn't even raise his eyes; his long eyelashes trembled violently, casting a shadow of deliberate darkness across his face.
Qing Guiyu glanced at him, then stretched out his finger and pointed at the "Glass Beauty" next to him who was about to burn.
"Look at how frail he is," she found it funny, so she pulled him towards her. "Every day he feels like he's holding my heart. He feels uncomfortable even when he walks a few steps, and he coughs up blood when he's just a little scared. I carry him around like I'm carrying a glass figurine, afraid it'll break if I'm not careful. So we're truly skin-to-skin!"
After saying this in one breath, I felt that most of the pent-up anger in my chest had dissipated, and I felt refreshed.
Lu Guiyan looked at her quietly, looking at her like a blue parrot with its feathers blown up, but still bright in color.
A very faint and shallow smile finally appeared in those eyes that were as cold as stars, yet as silent as dry water.
It's like a tiny crack in an ice stream, revealing the warmth of spring water underneath.
The smile was very faint, but it was like the rising sun in the snow, instantly softening his expression, which was lonely and cold due to the deep blood feud he carried.
"So," he said slowly, his voice filled with years of indulgence, "thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard! It's my duty!" Qing Guiyu immediately responded, and patted Shen Juansheng twice with his free hand without holding back at all.
“I finally got here, how could it be so hard!”
He trembled, but just lowered his head, bit his lower lip, and said nothing.
So she still held Chen Jiansheng's pulse tightly with one hand, holding him firmly by her side, not allowing him to move at all.
Turning back, his expression instantly became serious, and he said to Lu Guiyan,
"Brother, ignore him! Look at yourself now, and you're still trying to waste your life on him? He's got these scoundrels everywhere. If you really fight him and both of you are destroyed, what will happen to the Snow Mountain Sect?"
She pondered for a moment, then said, "You all take a break first, let me think of a solution. We'll take revenge if we have any grudges, and we'll settle any grievances if we have any."
Qing Guiyu glanced at the "Glass Man" beside him, who had his head down, his face flushed, his breathing disordered, his ears red as if about to bleed, and the wounds on his body actually dripping blood.
Turning back, he said coldly,
"He can't beat you anyway."
The overwhelming blush was now tinged with a hint of paleness. He looked at her, and a faint mist drifted from those eyes that had captivated everyone and were like the source of disaster, as if he had suffered some great injustice.
But after saying this, she was in a really good mood, so she gently patted his back again.
“Shen Tianji, don’t you think so?”
She tightened the hand that was holding his pulse a little more, causing the tall young man to lower his head. The red on his face had not yet faded.
Finally, Chen Juansheng lowered his eyes slightly, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly under the light of the snow.
"......Yeah." He finally responded, his voice was very low and hoarse, showing that he had been bullied, but there was also a hint of happiness in his voice.
"Miss Qing said...I can't beat her, so...I can't beat her."
The words that escaped from his bloodless lips were so light that they were almost swallowed by the wind.
This made Qing Guiyu feel a little bored.
She had thought he would at least argue a few sentences, or try some retreat-to-advance tactic, but he just admitted it so straightforwardly.
She scratched her hair, feeling that her earlier aggressive behavior seemed a bit exaggerated.
"Chen Tianji, you, the master of Tianji, who has made every possible plan, surely don't want to embarrass yourself again in front of my senior brother in this Snow Mountain Sword Tomb, right?"
"It's windy and snowy here, and you and my brother are both injured, and our skills are damaged. Do you want to die here and let those scoundrels take advantage of you, or do you want to find a place to hang on first?"
Her words were extremely rude, but every word made sense.
Shen Juansheng looked at her, still smiling softly,
"Yes."
Lu Guiyan glanced at Qing Guiyu and slowly sheathed the Wuwang Sword. The slight sound of the sword entering the sheath sounded like a sigh of finality in this silent sword tomb.
"Okay," Qing Guiyu got the tacit approval from his senior brother, and he felt relieved.
She was still holding Chen Jiansheng's pulse with one hand, and patted his shoulder with the other hand with a righteous look, saying,
"Don't stand here in the wind, it's annoying. Shen Tianji," he raised his chin towards the empty snow-capped mountains, "think of a way to find a place to stay. My brother needs to recuperate, and you, too, need to."
She said this now in a logical manner, as if she had forgotten how she wanted to poke a few holes in him just now.
"Miss Qing..." Shen Juansheng suddenly spoke softly, sighing softly, "...It's always like this."
Qing Guiyu was completely bewildered by what he said and was about to retort when he got angry.
He suddenly said,
"Here we go east, in the shadow of the snow-capped mountains, there is a hot spring villa. The underground hot springs are hot all year round, and it is a very secluded place."
He spoke slowly but clearly, turning his head to the side.
"Originally...it was prepared for Miss Qing...to recuperate."
He said this as if he had known that she would be hurt and that she would come here. Such foresight made it impossible to criticize him.
Suddenly, the voice became even softer, as if the life-and-death struggle just now had never happened.
"Miss Qing, you kissed me and scolded me just now, and now you want me to do something..."
He paused for a moment, raised his arm that was still bleeding, pursed his lips and smiled.
"If the bleeding doesn't stop, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it to that point."
He said this in a pitiful way, but his posture showed no sign of weakness. His beautiful eyes looked at her steadily.
Qing Guiyu looked at the wound and felt helpless. He could only take out a clean cloth from his bag and bandage it for him.
"I'm really scared of you."
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