Chapter 83 He still didn't know that this feeling was called...
Chapter 83
The bed curtains were drawn, and Sheng Zhiyi lay on the bed, her face pale and her cheekbones prominent.
She lay there quietly, her body almost motionless. If you looked at her for too long, you might even have the illusion that the person in front of you was still alive, or just a corpse.
Ji Fuguang's fingers trembled slightly, and he had an urge to check her breath.
As if to cover it up, he chuckled inwardly.
How could she die so easily?
However, another idea quickly surfaced.
Does she really... not know how?
He had previously scoffed at what Sheng Zhiyi had said, considering it merely a petty squabble born of unresolved pain. But now, something else was beginning to creep into his conviction—perhaps dissatisfaction, perhaps hesitation, perhaps a barely perceptible hint of… lingering fear.
He never imagined that Sheng Zhiyi would be so persistent.
He was no stranger to hunger: stomach cramps, dizziness, irritability, blurred vision, and the smell of food that wasn't there...
This is different from the water dungeon torture. As long as she softens her stance and begs for mercy, she can immediately escape the unbearable hunger. Countless delicacies await her, and she can eat whatever she wants. The emptiness in her stomach will be quickly filled.
No one stopped her; the only thing that restrained her was her own will.
She knew all this perfectly well, yet she used such a weak, feeble, and precarious thought to fight against what he once thought was unbreakable.
The way he treated her before—a slap followed by a sweet treat—was, as she said, like treating a dog, to wear down its wildness and tame it into obedience. But she said she was a human being, and she couldn't be treated like that.
Ji Fuguang was unaware that the belief he had always held dear had begun to waver slightly.
Could it be... that he was wrong?
Sheng Zhiyi suddenly moved.
Her eyes were not yet open, but she was frowning in discomfort, clearly enduring torment even in her sleep.
Ji Fuguang acted faster than he thought. He picked up a bowl of porridge, scooped out a spoonful, and brought it to Sheng Zhiyi's lips.
In that instant, he suddenly realized something very clearly: he might not have figured out other things yet, but he didn't want to see Sheng Zhiyi die in front of him like that.
The cold spoon touched her lips. In her dazed state, Sheng Zhiyi's mind was not very clear. This familiar touch reminded her of the scene when she was injured and fed medicine.
Her lips moved as if she were saying something. Ji Fuguang leaned down to carefully discern her words, but he was stunned for a moment.
Two tiny words escaped from her lips, "Senior brother..."
She was calling him.
No, she wasn't calling for Demon Lord Ji Fuguang, but for Ji Fuguang, the senior disciple of the Tianyan Sect.
Yes, the Ji Fuguang of the past treated her very well, but the Ji Fuguang of now only knows how to abuse and torment her.
She was genuinely calling out "senior brother" now, and she was genuinely expressing her hatred towards him earlier.
A strange feeling suddenly rose in Ji Fuguang's heart. He didn't know that this feeling was called fear.
If... we were kinder to her now...
Before she could think any further, Sheng Zhiyi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and slowly, her eyelids lifted up.
Her vision was still a little blurry, she was so hungry that she was dizzy and her thoughts were not very clear. She could only see a figure sitting by the bed, feeding her rice porridge.
"Open your mouth."
The voice is soft and pleasant to the ear.
Sheng Zhiyi swallowed a few mouthfuls of porridge, then belatedly recalled the past, and her eyes gradually became wary.
Ji Fuguang ignored her, finished feeding her the rice porridge in the small bowl, stopped, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the corner of her lips.
Sheng Zhiyi instinctively tried to dodge, but she couldn't avoid Ji Fuguang's movements at all. The handkerchief was gentle and delicate, and there was no pain as she had imagined.
Ji Fuguang helped her lie down again and pulled the blanket up to cover her more tightly.
"You've been hungry for too long, so you can't eat too much at once, or your spleen and stomach won't be able to handle it. You can only eat small meals frequently."
Sheng Zhiyi opened her mouth, about to ask something, but Ji Fuguang was already preparing to leave.
"You should get some rest."
Stepping out of the room, Ji Fuguang looked down at his fingertips.
As soon as Sheng Zhiyi opened her mouth, he realized that she wouldn't say anything he wanted to hear, so he instinctively tried to use magic to seal her mouth.
But he quickly realized his mistake and, to prevent himself from losing control again, forcibly left the bedchamber.
In the past, in his world, everyone was simply divided into two categories: "threatening" and "non-threatening," but Sheng Zhiyi... he didn't know how to classify her anymore.
She was so frail, yet sometimes she made him more uneasy than those who were threatening.
Sheng Zhiyi initially thought that seeing Ji Fuguang as soon as she opened her eyes was just a coincidence, but she soon discovered that it was not.
These past few days, she has been eating small, frequent meals. Apart from resting at night, she eats rice porridge every hour, and the ratio of water to porridge changes constantly each time, with less water and more porridge, which is quite tedious.
But Ji Fuguang would always come over to feed her, wipe her lips, and, fearing she would be bored all day, would thoughtfully bring her storybooks. He could be said to have done everything himself.
Sheng Zhiyi wondered if he was preparing another way to torment her.
But recalling the words of the sword spirit before he fell into a coma, the collar contained Ji Fuguang's heart's blood, which contained anger, and the only way to remove it was to obtain Ji Fuguang's heart's blood when he was happy.
She had no time to discern Ji Fuguang's emotions.
This person's emotions were completely misplaced and distorted. Looking back now, how much of his gentle warmth beneath his aloofness at the Tianyan Sect was genuine, and how much was a pretense?
Back then, she mistakenly thought it was favoritism and was even secretly pleased, but now, she would never do it again!
Sheng Zhiyi got off the bed, held onto the table, and slowly walked to the window.
"what you do?"
A voice rang out, and upon closer listening, one could hear a hint of urgency in it.
Sheng Zhiyi turned her head, and Ji Fuguang had already walked over. He pulled her to his side with a forceful tug.
She frowned slightly and said calmly, "I want to open the window to let some fresh air in."
As she spoke, her gaze fell downwards.
As if burned by something, Ji Fuguang paused for a moment, then slowly released his grip on Sheng Zhiyi's wrist.
A faint red mark remained on her skin.
"I stay here all day, the air is polluted and stuffy, so I just come here to open a window first thing in the morning."
As if she had thought of something, Sheng Zhiyi's lips curled up, with a hint of mockery.
"Don't worry, I'm weak right now and I'm not ready to run away."
Ji Fuguang no longer looked at her, but merely pursed his lips. Clearly, Sheng Zhiyi had seen through his thoughts.
Back when he was in the Tianyan Sect, Sheng Zhiyi had been silently watching him and trying to figure out his thoughts. At first, it was to complete the system tasks, but later it became a habit.
What does my senior like and dislike? What does he want to do and what doesn't he want to do? What are his thoughts? What are his plans?
If you observe someone for a long time, you'll soon find that sometimes you know them better than they know themselves.
Sheng Zhiyi slowly sat back down at the table, picked up her teacup, lowered her eyes, and took a sip of water.
But now, she didn't want to see him at all. A sudden chill ran down her wrist.
Ji Fuguang was gently applying ointment to the red marks that had just appeared.
Sheng Zhiyi suddenly found it amusing, "What are you doing?"
If you apply it later, the marks will fade.
Seeing her smile, Ji Fuguang seemed a little embarrassed. He quickly put away the ointment and put down the food box.
"You have now fully recovered and can eat normally."
The food box was opened, and he took out several dishes.
Spicy shredded chicken, boiled fish, shredded pork with garlic sauce...
Sheng Zhiyi's gaze, which had been casually fixed on the table, suddenly paused, and she looked over hesitantly.
Ji Fuguang noticed her gaze and whispered:
"I saw you make these before. Junior Sister likes spicy food?"
He was referring to the dishes that Sheng Zhiyi had specially prepared at Shuanghua Peak to fulfill her mission of having dinner with Ji Fuguang.
It was during that meal that Sheng Zhiyi discovered that Ji Fuguang was not entirely consistent with the description in the original book; he had a sweet tooth and did not like spicy food.
Ji Fuguang's replication of these dishes was clearly intentional, a gesture intended to curry favor with her.
But at this moment, a strong anger suddenly rose in her heart.
Having come this far, what's the point of deliberately doing these things to show her that he still remembers what happened between them? Can it undo the pain and hurt she suffered?
What's even more ridiculous is that Ji Fuguang didn't notice at all that day that she had only eaten the plate of not-too-spicy shredded pork with garlic sauce the whole time.
Like him, she can't handle spicy food very well.
Those things she thought were favoritism, the joy of catching a glimpse of Ji Fuguang's private side, the elation of being allowed to stay by her side...
It was all just wishful thinking on her part.
Ji Fuguang had never really looked at her properly.
Sheng Zhiyi lowered her head, placed her arms on her knees, using the round table as a cover, and clenched her chopsticks tightly, her fingertips turning white.
After a moment, she suddenly raised her head, a faint smile on her face.
"I didn't expect it to be these dishes, they suddenly made me nostalgic... But I've only recently recovered, I'm afraid my body can't handle so much spicy food..."
She looked over with some concern.
"You won't mind, will you... Master... Your Majesty?"
As if she had made a slip of the tongue, Sheng Zhiyi immediately bit her lip.
Ji Fuguang gently turned his face away, avoiding Sheng Zhiyi's gaze, and whispered:
"It was my oversight. I will give the order to prepare a few more light dishes and bring them up."
He suddenly stood up and said, "Fine, I'll have them do it myself."
As Ji Fuguang reached the door, he suddenly stopped.
He didn't turn around, but spoke with his back to Sheng Zhiyi:
"From now on... please call me Senior Brother as usual."
After saying that, he pushed open the door and hurriedly walked out.
The door was wide open, and bright light poured in, illuminating the layers of curtains and falling on Sheng Zhiyi.
She stretched out her hand and watched the light shine through her fingertips.
The Demon Palace is located within a massive barrier; no matter how bright the light is here, it's all fake.
She raised her fingers and touched a cold, hard object on her neck—the collar that Ji Fuguang had put on her.
In Sheng Zhiyi's mind, the sword spirit's words echoed:
"To receive his heart's blood when his feelings are deepest."
Ji Fuguang seems to be trying to play the sentimental card with her again.
It's okay, it's just acting.
She had been completely fooled before, but thanks to this excellent teacher who taught by example...
Sheng Zhiyi recalled Ji Fuguang's words from earlier, a hint of mockery appearing on her face before quickly disappearing.
She seems to have achieved some success now.
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