Chapter 59: It’s just a hug, you deserve to hit me
Qing Guiyu was so shocked by his sudden oppression and deliberately bewitching whispers that the hairs on his body stood on end.
Those beautiful eyes, always shrouded in a glare, were so close, the bright needle marks on their brows piercingly red. This beauty was so stunning that it made one's heart skip a beat.
There was an undercurrent, a mixture of cold calculation and a desire that was obviously extremely hot.
“Bang!”
Qing Guiyu's hands were faster than his brain. With a crisp slap, he landed firmly on his overly beautiful but paper-pale face.
"Have you had enough of the noise? Silent?"
Shen Juansheng was hit so hard that he tilted his head slightly, and a few strands of black hair stuck to his flushed cheeks.
Several finger marks were clearly visible on that seductive face, and a few strands of scattered black hair fell to the neck, covering part of the expression and revealing only the tight, bloodless lip line.
The gold thread used to tie her hair was scratched across her cheek by the slap, leaving tiny bloodstains on her white jade-like skin.
"...I'm sorry," he said in a low, hoarse voice, as if expressing a sincere apology. The corners of his eyes, cut out by the peach blossoms, even had a hint of moisture.
"You deserve to hit me," Shen Juansheng said awkwardly, "Miss Qing saw me like this... I'm really wronging Miss Qing."
However, he apologized but his body did not move at all.
The hand that was pressing on her shoulder blade did not loosen up, but instead slid down along her waistline and even tightened a little, pushing her deeper into the soft wolfskin mattress.
His knee was still pressed against her knee, and the bitter and cold weight of an adult male pressed down heavily on her.
He looked down at the cheeks flushed with panic and the eyes brighter with anger.
At this moment, a deliberately suppressed burst of obscene laughter and discussions came from outside the car. It was obvious that the Helan cavalry heard the movement inside the car.
The Northern Frontier dialect was too confusing to understand, and Qing Guiyu could only understand a few words of Southern Dynasty official language mixed in:
"Hey, did you hear that? There's quite a commotion in there! That little bitch is quite hot-headed. How dare she hit Shen Tianji?"
"What do you know? It has to be this hot! Isn't that what I like? Otherwise, how could Young Master Jinsheng be infected with that damn love poison?"
"Beating is love, scolding is affection! Maybe he deliberately provoked her to do it? Tsk tsk, the people of the Central Plains are so creative..."
"What a mastermind! He's nothing but a coward in front of a woman!"
"That little girl looks so noble..."
A few words followed, followed by laughter. As if before he had finished speaking, the fingers in her hair suddenly tightened, and the golden blade pressing against her suddenly emitted a subtle but unmistakable vibration and hum.
The mixed expression of morbid satisfaction and apology on Shen Juansheng's face disappeared in an instant. The sinister and violent things she had seen before suddenly seeped out from this covered body.
The sinister cold indigo light swirled around the taut crystal threads.
Wisps of chilling energy, like a thick fog, lingered and dispersed, instantly filling the entire carriage. Even the hazy aroma of frankincense was severed by the concentrated murderous intent.
"court death."
Qing Guiyu stared at Young Master Jin Sheng, stood up, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the thick curtains of the carriage.
He tilted his head slightly towards the source of the sound outside the car wall and indifferently extended a slender, pale hand wrapped in gold.
No, no, no.
This is too much.
What good words can the soldiers in the army say?
These people must also have mothers and children, and she, Qing Guiyu, is far from being so delicate that she would kill someone just because someone said a few dirty words to her.
After all, nothing is more serious than death in this world.
His mind flashed, Qing Guiyu gritted his teeth and took the only rational and extremely efficient approach at the moment.
At the moment when the thread hanging from the fingertips of Master Jin Sheng was about to pierce through the car wall,
She suddenly raised her free right arm, hooked it around his tense neck, and pulled his entire upper body towards her, almost to his ear.
"Don't move!"
She shouted in a low voice.
This unexpected action caused Shen Juansheng to fall heavily back onto her.
Their bodies pressed tightly together, leaving no gaps. Her lips, due to the violent movement, barely brushed against the cold earlobe, and as she spoke, her hot breath clung to the skin on the side of his neck.
The hand pressing on her waist seemed to have forgotten to use force, and the golden thread that was originally buzzing and carrying sinister murderous intent in Master Jinsheng's outstretched hand also hung down in a messy manner.
The muscles in his waist and abdomen, which had been ready to go, suddenly tensed up. He could clearly feel the heart under the life-threatening needle behind the black cloth, starting to beat against his body at an uncontrolled and frantic frequency.
The carriage was suddenly dead silent, with only the chaotic and intertwined breathing of the two people and her slight gasps suppressed by nervousness.
But apart from the heartbeat he could feel, Shen Juansheng didn't have any breath of life at this moment, like an exquisitely crafted puppet with its threads cut off.
Finally, the body that she was holding tightly began to tremble at an extremely subtle and uncontrollable amplitude.
It skipped the previous anger and was more like the violent shaking before the dam collapsed.
Shen Juansheng lowered his head, his long black hair spread out from the golden thread, covering most of his face.
"...Does it hurt?"
He finally spoke hoarsely.
But Qing Guiyu was confused by the question, "Hurt? What hurts?"
Then I remembered my injured left shoulder.
Thanks to the medicine she prepared herself and the powerful suppression of Master Jin Sheng's refined cold skills, the pain in the wound has improved a lot in the past two days.
"It doesn't hurt anymore," she said irritably. "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"Hmm." Shen Juansheng responded in a daze. After a while, he slowly and cautiously raised one hand.
The hand wrapped in gold threads, which just now contained cold murderous intent, was now gentle and fearful as it hovered above her back, hesitating. Finally, it seemed to have made up its mind and finally fell.
"Miss Qing..." A muffled voice came from the side of her neck, like a sob shaking from deep in her throat.
It was completely different from the gentle or cold tone of Mr. Jin Sheng.
"I just... didn't... didn't really mean to force you."
"I... just want you to panic because of me..."
He paused, as if trying to decide on a word, or analyzing his own chaotic thoughts.
"Just like...just like you did for him...so anxious that you cried...so angry that you trembled..."
Young Master Jin Sheng, who had never dealt with such a situation before, felt a little confused for a moment, but based on his personality, he guessed that he was talking about his senior brother.
The arm around her back tightened cautiously a little, as if snuggling.
"For so many days, you've gone looking for him, even at the cost of your own life..." He whispered in a rebuke, "Next to the teahouse, Miss Qing is so anxious she's about to cry..."
"I wish I could fly away immediately. But," the voice was still muffled, "I'm still here..."
He probably had his eyelashes drooping, because when his trembling eyelashes passed behind his ears, it felt a bit itchy.
The ease and control he showed just now, as well as the gorgeous and seductive suppression, were all scattered and disappeared in the carriage filled with the fragrance of frankincense.
Qing Guiyu was stunned and felt that he was frightened by Master Jinsheng's sudden resentment and anger.
At this time, the Helan cavalry outside the car seemed to feel that the noise inside the car had suddenly disappeared, and they began to murmur tentatively.
"——Why is there no sound? Could it be that... Shen Tianji was restrained by this little girl?"
"Hey, maybe the beauty is feeling distressed? That slap just now sounded powerful enough..."
"Tsk tsk, if you ask me, this little girl from the Southern Dynasty must have some tricks up her sleeve. Look how she has charmed the Tianji Pavilion Master..."
I just heard this.
Qing Guiyu felt Chen Juansheng's body pause slightly, and she quickly raised her hand and patted his back familiarly, just as a comfort.
The black hair fell down, feeling as soft as touching black satin.
It seemed as if she had hugged this person like this before in the medicine house. The touch was somewhat familiar. Qing Guiyu's heart was beating fast, but she didn't believe it, so she raised her hand and touched it again.
Like embracing a cold and beautiful venomous snake.
Regardless, this—at least it looks like a fragile and beautiful creature.
So Shen Jiansheng simply maintained his leaning posture stiffly. The originally violent murderous intent was strangely suppressed by these few words and the embrace, transforming into a deeper, more oppressive coldness that fell heavily.
"Miss Qing is always like this..." He paused, as if feeling the chill.
The trance-like whisper slowly moved a little and said it again behind her neck, "You even care about such a scum..."
Then he repeated with some trepidation,
"It's just me, it's just me..."
Qing Guiyu couldn't understand his trivial and scattered words at all. He just felt confused. After thinking about it again and again, he could only imitate the way he comforted the young man and pat him gently with his hand.
Young Master Jin Sheng seemed to have lost all his strength in this hug. His body was no longer so stiff, and he released his strength, allowing himself to get closer to her.
"Being a little... flustered," he said solemnly, "because being afraid... is okay."
Then he stopped talking and just leaned like that. After a long time, so long that Qing Guiyu almost thought he had fallen asleep buried in her neck, he moved again very slowly.
"I'm sorry," he raised his face from behind her as if numb.
Uneasy, a pair of eyes covered with ice like glass just stared at her, "If, Miss Qing holds me down again..."
This mastermind seemed to have encountered the most troublesome dead end in the world.
"I'm afraid...it's going to make a real noise."
The roots of his ears were red, as if blood was about to drip out. He leaned to the side. Qing Guiyu was frightened and suddenly felt the aggressive changes in the man's body. She pushed him back in fear.
She finally remembered that this was not the quiet boy in the medicine house who looked like her younger brother.
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