"Looking for a woman to relieve your sexual desire?" Hua Qingcheng's mouth twitched slightly.
Although Zuo An does not have an official status in the East Palace, this man has long been hers, Hua Qingcheng. How can she let other women get involved?
Having taken the Ten-Ingredient Tonic before, Hua Qingcheng was well aware of its properties. Moreover, Zuo An had taken a refined, more pure Ten-Ingredient Tonic Pill. The fact that Zuo An was still alive was probably due to his superior martial arts and profound internal strength.
"Little Qingcheng..." After giving Zuo An an injection, Han Yichen touched his pregnant belly and looked at Hua Qingcheng with a sad face.
Knowing that this third husband was jealous again, Hua Qingcheng could only soothe him softly, "Achen, I'll go to Bingquanxuan to accompany you tomorrow. Right now, Zuo'an..."
"Achen, Monk Hua, you two should go have breakfast first." After Hua Qingcheng sent Han Yichen and Wuchen away, she called Shan Zuo who was at the door, "Azu, go get me my zither."
"Yes, master." After receiving the order, Shan Zuo quickly went to the princess's bedroom and took out the Yaoqin.
"Guard outside and don't let anyone approach this room." Hua Qingcheng took the Yaoqin handed to her by Shan Zuo and gave orders in a stern tone.
"Yes, Master."
Shan Zuo bowed to Hua Qingcheng, left the room, closed the door, and went to the yard to guard.
"Zuo An, how do you feel?" Hua Qingcheng came to the bed and sat down.
Zuo An was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his cheeks flushed, his lips dry, and the collar of his white shirt stained with blood. Hua Qingcheng's heart couldn't help but writhe when she saw it.
"It's hot..." At this moment, the dazed man murmured weakly.
"The Flower Monk has really gone too far this time!"
Hua Qingcheng sighed softly. Then she reached out her hand to Zuo'an's forehead and felt him. He didn't have a high fever, but his body was extremely hot from the Ten-Herbs Tonic Pills he'd taken.
Just as Hua Qingcheng withdrew her hand and was about to play the zither to calm Zuo An, her hand was tightly grabbed by the other party.
"It's hot..." The man lying on the bed frowned slightly and murmured again.
It felt as if there were ten suns scorching overhead, and Zuo An, who was thirsty, suddenly felt an ice cube falling on his forehead. He quickly grabbed it and pressed it against his face.
The cool and comfortable feeling that followed was like a clear spring flowing into his dry desert, or like sweet dew after a long drought, bringing him infinite hope and joy.
Zuo An instinctively wanted to cling to this "ice cube" tightly, as if it were a life-saving straw that could bring him relief and salvation. However, this little bit of coolness was like a drop in the ocean, completely insufficient to reduce the heat in his body.
His body was like an erupting volcano, scorching magma surging through his veins, burning every inch of his skin. He longed for more coolness, more ice, to extinguish the flames in his body and give him a moment of coolness and peace.
Unlike Zuo An's usual indifferent and cold tone, his voice at this moment actually carried a hint of coquettishness and grievance, like a wounded child, making people want to comfort him.
"Be good, you won't feel uncomfortable soon."
Hua Qingcheng pulled out the hand that Zuo An was holding and gently stroked his slightly furrowed brows, as if to soothe all his sorrow.
"Hua...Hua Qingcheng..."
Without the cooling "ice cube", the man, who was originally in a daze, opened his eyes slightly when he heard Hua Qingcheng's voice. With the little remaining rationality, he recognized the person in front of him.
"It's me."
Hua Qingcheng used her sleeve to wipe the thin layer of sweat on Zuo An's forehead, and then her hand was once again wrapped in Zuo An's broad palm.
"It's hot..." Zuo An's face was flushed deeply, and his smooth black hair had already been soaked with sweat. He looked at Hua Qingcheng with a confused and helpless look in his eyes. The heat in his body also made him want to lean towards this woman involuntarily.
Last night, when Zuo An realized that something was wrong with him, he took cold showers over and over again in such cold weather. Fortunately, he was in good health and had strong internal strength so he did not catch a cold.
However, the effects of the "Ten-Ingredient Pill" were far more astonishing than Zuo An had imagined. The sensation of blood surging and the urge to devour the woman swept through his mind again and again. It felt as if thousands of ants were constantly gnawing at Zuo An's body and mind, making him feel extremely uncomfortable and tormented all night long.
Finally, in the early morning, after spitting out a mouthful of blood with a "puff", Zuo An fell off the bed...
At this moment, knowing that the woman in front of him was Hua Qingcheng, all of Zuo An's forbearance and restraint collapsed instantly. He grabbed Hua Qingcheng, and after the woman fell on him, Zuo An directly lifted up his long legs and locked her.
The scent of Hua Qingcheng suddenly hit Zuo An in the face, which instantly cleared his mind a little, but also made him unable to help but sink into it. He couldn't help but want to hug this woman tighter and tighter.
"Zuo'an..." Hua Qingcheng looked at the man's eager eyes and finally couldn't bear to see him suffer any longer. She leaned over and kissed him directly on the lips. The moment their lips touched, Zuo'an felt as if a stream of sweet spring water flowed into his heart, cool and refreshing, nourishing his dry body and mind.
With one hand tightly wrapped around Hua Qingcheng's slender waist, and the other around her neck, Zuo An greedily seized upon the coolness and comfort this woman brought him. The two, kissing each other, were soon no longer satisfied with the intimacy of their lips and tongues. Their hands, constantly roaming over each other's bodies, seemed like sparks that ignited a prairie fire, constantly fueling their mutual passion.
The room gradually filled with an increasingly ambiguous and charming atmosphere, and the gradually rising temperature caused the two of them to quickly shed their clothes. Hua Qingcheng's warm lips left Zuo An's thin lips and continued to fall along his neck. Every intimate touch of skin was like a long-awaited rain, nourishing this man's body and soul.
Hua Qingcheng shook Zuo An's hand. Suddenly, her mind flashed back to this man, dressed in black, holding a sword, his eyes piercing. He fought the assassin with awe-inspiring authority, the flashing of swords and the shadowy shadows, thrilling and heart-wrenching. This man, with his hands, silently protected her, even the people around her, and her child...
Hua Qingcheng kissed Zuo'an's delicate collarbone. Unconsciously, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye, landing on this man's broad and solid chest, and melting into his heart. This man had done so much for her, Hua Qingcheng, and she, Hua Qingcheng, would spend the rest of her life slowly repaying his deep love...
Outside, the drizzle continued to fall. Inside, on the bed, two figures were embracing each other in a loving embrace...
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