Chapter 51: I wrote a letter for you: "You may lick my chin."...
In the dark, lonely night, a solitary lamp flickered dimly, and the wolf cub blinked his sharp eyes at his master.
What does he call me?
A little...puppy?
Huh? ? ?
Lou Yan opened his mouth as if to bite someone, but when he looked up and met those clear, pale eyes, he felt a tremor in his heart. A small ripple spread from the edge of his heart, making his whole heart sway. He even forgot to take the joking "little dog" seriously.
This is so strange, it must be the problem with that Qin mirror!
It not only damages the physical body, but can also harm the mind.
Otherwise, why would he allow Heng Qichun to call him that?
As he pondered, Heng Qichun seemed to be drifting off to sleep again, so Lou Yan simply stopped moving and lay on top of him, holding his breath and waiting cautiously. Only when those clear eyes were completely closed and his breathing had become steady did he gently move off Heng Qichun and lightly jump off the edge of the bed.
Not a sound was made.
When Lou Yan reached the door, she couldn't help but turn back and glance at the couch. She saw Heng Qichun still lying neatly on the bed, his thin body almost completely sunken into the bed, with only his chest rising and falling faintly visible as he breathed.
And a muffled cough beside my ear.
He can't even take care of himself; I really don't know how he became a god.
Lou Yan gritted his teeth angrily, then decisively left the room and walked to the table where he and his apprentice had once copied books together. He turned his head and picked up a still-wet sheep-hair brush.
He pressed down on the Xuan paper in front of him with his front paws, and after deep thought, he wrote a line of crooked characters on it.
The Lu Duan Sect has been raising demonic beasts for over a century. From ancient divine beasts and ferocious beasts to all kinds of demonic beasts and spirit pets, all the demonic creatures brought back from Mount Sixiang this time are included.
Since Fu Yusheng took over the affairs of the Lu Duan Sect, the demon beasts have had a much better life. They can cultivate on their own after reciting the Tranquility Mantra every day, and thus have a lot of free time.
With nothing to do, the monsters gathered together and loved to gather information about the demon realm. Over time, they carved a hole in a tree and began stuffing all sorts of news into it, including gossip, requests for help, and secrets.
They call this tree the "Demon Ear Message Tree".
One day, when the squirrels on the back mountain were picking fruit, they saw a Pixiu cub sneakily throw a note into a tree hole. When they picked it up, they found a line of crooked words written on it.
—I have someone I support, and he seems to be sick recently. What should I do?
The message for help quickly spread throughout the entire demon beast world. Adhering to the principles of respecting others' privacy and doing their best to help, the demon beasts wrote back to the one named "Benzuo".
—"Hello, what is the most obvious symptom of the person you have adopted?"
—He keeps mistaking me for a dog lately. He mistook me for one last night, and again this morning, but I am clearly a wolf.
—Hey, is the person you're raising delirious from a fever?
—Yes, he does have a fever. I licked his forehead this morning and it felt very hot.
The last reply was only returned to the tree hole by the monsters after most of the day had passed. By the time the Pixiu cub gave the note to Lou Yan, it was already evening.
Lou Yan took the note, generously picked up a gold ingot from Heng Qichun's money bag, hummed twice at the Pixiu cub, and handed the gold to it.
Fortunately, you possess divine power, allowing you to freely enter and exit this barrier.
The baby Pixiu swallowed the gold whole and happily made a "whoosh" sound.
Little wolf, you're much cuter than I imagined!
Lou Yan forced a smile and told it, "Go back quickly, don't let anyone see you."
"Whoosh..." Pixiu hesitated for a moment.
But the God...
Lou Yan clenched the note in his hand, indicating that he would take care of his master.
The moment the door closed, Lou Yan's smile vanished instantly, and he couldn't help but curse the little beast under his breath.
Stop talking nonsense about being cute or not. I am a wolf king destined for greatness.
The wolf king, who was destined for greatness, found a futon to sit on and, after confirming that Heng Qichun was still napping in the bedroom, cautiously opened the small note in his hand.
Above him were even uglier characters, but this time they were densely packed across half a sheet of paper.
—This fellow demon.
The person you are caring for is very likely seriously ill, and may even be experiencing hallucinations and cognitive impairment. After our joint discussion and careful consideration, we suggest that you take the following measures at present:
1. Reduce fever. Soak a cloth in water imbued with spiritual energy and apply it to his forehead, changing it every half hour.
2. Feeding. Find foods that are beneficial for human health and feed him by prying open his jaws.
3. Observation. If he subsequently develops symptoms of coughing up blood, it indicates that his condition has become critical, and you should be prepared for this!
Also: If you don't mind when he calls you "little dog," and are even a little happy about it, then it might not be his problem, but yours.
A sincere piece of advice from a nine-tailed fox spirit who once kept a human as a pet.
Lou Yan stared at the last line of text, his wolf ears twitching involuntarily. Then, in a fit of rage, he crumpled the note into a ball.
"Absurd! How could I possibly..."
Before he could finish speaking, a low cough came from the bedroom, traveling from the chest and lungs as if suppressing countless pains.
Lou Yan's tail straightened instantly. He didn't care about the words on the note anymore and rushed inside.
Heng Qichun was leaning against the headboard, his face as pale as paper. Hearing the sound, he slightly raised his eyes and saw Lou Yan standing in the doorway. He chuckled softly and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Come here..."
Lou Yan hesitated for a moment before walking over with a stiff face.
"I am not worried about him," he repeatedly told himself.
Heng Qichun only sat up to drink a few sips of water at noon today; the rest of the time he lay in bed in a deep sleep, and his illness seemed to be getting worse. His lips were cracked and bleeding, and his face was flushed with a thin layer of red from the fever.
Lou Yan first pushed the teacup beside the bed toward him, making sure he could reach it and drink the water, then jumped up from the foot of the bed.
He was afraid of stepping on Heng Qichun, so he took each step on the bed very carefully, his four paws taking turns to leave many footprints on the soft quilt, like plum blossoms.
Lou Yan walked from the foot of the bed to Heng Qichun's front, his front paws habitually resting on the softest muscle on Heng Qichun's chest. Just as he was about to squint his eyes to examine the man in front of him, he saw the other man suddenly raise his hand.
Want some water?
no.
Because Heng Qichun's hand had already landed on the back of his head, and his warm fingers were gently rubbing the curly wolf fur.
He seems to be enjoying this feeling.
Lou Yan did not dodge this time, letting Heng Qichun touch her.
If he can obediently get better for me, I might reluctantly let him touch me.
He thought magnanimously.
Lou Yan was standing on Heng Qichun's chest at this moment. In order to make it easier for Heng Qichun to touch him, he even lowered his head and bent over half of his body.
They were so close that almost every breath Heng Qichun exhaled was spraying onto Lou Yan's nose, and he could clearly feel the scorching heat.
Intending to brainstorm ideas for the note he had written to his fellow demons, Lou Yan inexplicably took a step forward and placed a paw on Heng Qichun's collarbone.
He didn't notice Heng Qichun's slightly furrowed brow as he was stepped on, and only bent down to touch his cheek.
Lou Yan's nose wasn't very sensitive, so she couldn't immediately determine his body temperature. So, she naturally stuck out her tongue.
She gently licked Heng Qichun's cheek twice with the tip of her tongue, but still seemed unsure, so she slowly explored his pale lips.
Lou Yan didn't manage to lick it.
His tongue was only an inch away from Heng Qichun's lips when Heng Qichun reached out and grabbed the back of his neck. Perhaps because he was ill, the grab didn't use much force, but the resistance was very obvious.
"No..." Lou Yan heard him speak in a hoarse voice, but he only said one word before changing his tone and relenting, "You can lick my chin."
Lou Yan didn't know why he was so protective of his lips. He put his two claws together and left two red marks on Heng Qichun's collarbone, then tilted his head and thought about it seriously for a moment.
Heng Qichun may be worried that he will pass on his illness to him.
He's probably overthinking it.
Wolves have a special constitution and are unlikely to get sick easily.
But in order not to make Heng Qichun feel too embarrassed, Lou Yan still obeyed the instruction and licked down his jaw. Her wet tongue circled around in the crook of his neck before reluctantly withdrawing into her mouth.
The tip of my tongue still retains warmth.
It's very hot.
It seems necessary to help him cool down.
However, it was unclear why Heng Qichun's complexion had suddenly become so strange; from his ears to his neck and then to his cheeks, there wasn't a single spot that wasn't red.
The red mist enveloped him completely, making it impossible to discern his usual aloofness and coldness.
Lou Yan had never seen his master with such an expression before. Just as he was about to lean closer to take a closer look, he saw Heng Qichun move his nearly cracked lips and speak again, "Have you... licked enough?"
Lou Yan withdrew his tongue.
He's a wolf, not a dog. He doesn't like to lick you every day. How many times do I have to tell him before he remembers?
Seeing Heng Qichun's weak appearance, Lou Yan didn't say these words aloud, but only responded very quietly, "Awoo!"
The gist of it is that they've licked enough.
Heng Qichun breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back on the pillow, and then coughed again.
Lou Yan jumped off the bed, let out a meaningless cry, and then crawled out to find a handkerchief.
There was a spring in Shenxiao Palace. By the time Lou Yan had soaked the handkerchief and brought it back, Heng Qichun had already begun to doze off again.
This time he didn't make a sound. He gently placed the ice cloth on Heng Qichun's forehead. When he pulled the cloth off with his teeth, he accidentally touched Heng Qichun's cheek again and felt a warm sensation suddenly explode on his tongue.
It's still very hot...
It was already quite late, and the oil lamp in the Shenxiao Palace flickered and swayed, plunging the entire room into an almost eerie silence.
Lou Yan disdained to linger on Heng Qichun's bed. After putting down the ice cloth, he got off again, found a low table, and lay down to rest.
The ice cloth seemed to work; the blush on Heng Qichun's face did indeed fade a bit, and after falling asleep, even breathing wasn't as difficult.
Lou Yan had been thinking about how to cure Heng Qichun's illness all day, and by this time he was a little tired, so he lay on the low table and looked around aimlessly.
Looking around, my gaze finally settled on the bed.
Even from a distance, Heng Qichun's profile was still clearly visible. Beads of sweat glistened on his jade-colored skin, sliding down his forehead, across his high nose, lingering tremblingly on his thin lips for a moment, before disappearing down his neck.
In fact, among all the realms of immortals, demons, gods, monsters, humans, and the underworld, Heng Qichun's appearance can be considered quite handsome.
He's just a little bit less handsome than me.
The drumbeats sounded, the snow seemed to cover everything, and the night was already deep.
The master and disciple who insisted on dying together in their previous life actually slept peacefully facing each other for most of the night.
Lou Yan was in a deep sleep when he suddenly heard a hoarse voice calling to him from the bedside, "What time is it?"
Lou Yan groggily climbed up from the low table, instinctively glancing at the sky through the crack in the window, "Aww~"
It was just past 9 PM.
"It's alright." Heng Qichun seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He propped himself up on the bed, his thin back resting on the soft pillow at the head of the bed, looking like a crumpled cloud of light gauze.
He then performed an unknown hand gesture, making a cut on his hand with the tip of his thumb, and blood immediately seeped from the tiny wound.
That is...
Lou Yan's eyes widened suddenly, but it was too late to stop him.
Heng Qichun raised his hand and fed the blood from his fingertip to the bluish-glowing thing in his palm.
It was the same shark that Lou Yan had swallowed. However, after several months, it had grown considerably under the nourishment of divine blood, and its evolved form was almost visible.
Lou Yan stomped angrily on the low table under his feet.
Even though she's so sick, she still can't forget that shark!
Awooo!!
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Author's Note: The wolf is jealous, what should I do?
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