Chapter 72 His Fall for Her
Chu Yangyang pressed her neck against his warm chest, her breath stirring the medicinal fragrance in the quilt.
Chu Yangyang curled up her toes and shrank back, but her back pressed into the warmer embrace.
Luo Xifeng clasped his arms together, his breath brushing against her ears, "Don't move. Otherwise, don't blame me..."
"What are you going to do?" Her voice was muffled by the quilt, her ears red as if blood was dripping, she murmured softly, "I've been poisoned to this extent, what can you do..."
Luo Xifeng suddenly tightened his arms around her, and placed his right hand on the back of her restless right hand.
Her body suddenly tensed up and she was too nervous to move.
"Go get some sleep, you need to recuperate now."
A gentle male voice came out slowly from above her head. Seeing that he really didn't make any other movements, she gradually relaxed.
Perhaps it was too quiet, so the five senses were particularly clear.
The thick calluses on his palms seemed to be more than one when touching the smooth back of her hands.
How many are there?
She counted, index finger, middle finger...
Hey, why is there one on the ring finger too?
It seems that he works very hard.
He suddenly turned his wrist and interlocked his fingers with hers, and she froze in fear again.
"Stop fidgeting. Okay?"
His thumb unconsciously rubbed her palm, causing both of them to tremble slightly.
The moonlight outside the window passed over the unhealed arrow wound on her shoulder, turning her skin into a cold jade color.
Gradually, he relaxed, and she followed suit, leaning limply against him.
But his nerves were unusually clear.
She suddenly said, "Lord Luo, how about we chat?"
He said sullenly, "You need to rest more."
"I'm not sleepy." She chuckled.
She wouldn't say it. How could she dare to sleep with him? Who knew what he would do to her?
The two fell into silence for a moment.
Luo Xifeng's breathing slowed down, and his fingertips continued to caress her palm. "When I was three years old, I stole steamed buns from the medicine shop."
Chu Yangyang was stunned.
At some point, he changed the way he referred to himself from "I" to "I".
After a moment, her curled toes relaxed slightly. "Were you caught later?"
"The shopkeeper let his dog chase me for three blocks."
His Adam's apple rolled slightly. "I jumped into the indigo vat in the dyeing factory and only escaped after being dyed blue."
She laughed muffledly, her back rubbing against his chest, "What happened next?"
"Later, the stolen steamed buns were also soaked and turned blue."
"Did you eat it?"
"Um."
She was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and asked, "Will your stomach also be dyed blue?"
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Later, when I was four, I learned a lot of words and went to work carving tombstones for a living." He spoke calmly, as if he were describing someone else's story. "But because I didn't eat, my hands were shaking, and I made a mistake carving a single word. I lost half a month's wages."
Moonlight streamed through the window screen, and Chu Yangyang suddenly felt the dent on his ring finger joint. "Is this caused by a carving knife?"
"The winter nights in the north were so cold that my hands were stiff and I couldn't hold a knife. The copper coins I earned that night were only enough to buy half a frozen pancake."
"What about your adoptive parents?"
Chu Yangyang blurted out. She remembered that in the original book, Luo Xifeng's adoptive parents were very wealthy and were a good person to entrust to.
He was stunned and did not answer her directly. Instead, he asked, "How do you know I had adoptive parents?"
She was stunned and forgot about it.
She replied with a choked throat, "When I was in love with you before, I investigated you, hehe."
There was another silence.
With her back to him, unable to see his expression, Chu Yangyang simply turned over and met his eyes. "Then how did you learn your medical skills?"
His eyelashes cast dark shadows under his eyes. "When I was abandoned, I took with me a medical book called 'Luo's Medical Canon'. I have carried it with me since I was a child."
"So you're self-taught?"
"Well, a lot of medical knowledge was discovered by me through poison testing."
She unconsciously shrank into his arms, "Then was the poison in your body also accumulated during that time?"
"Um."
Chu Yangyang pursed her lips, feeling a moment of heartache. "It's okay, Luo Xifeng. You're lucky. You've met me, the detoxification saint. I'll help you detoxify. Don't worry."
Her bold and flamboyant appearance suddenly stirred up turbulent waves in his calm heart.
He had never told anyone about these things in the past, and no one would say, "Take my blood and I will save you."
It was as if I had been walking in a glacier for a long time. Even though I had already gotten used to the extreme cold, suddenly a ray of warm sunshine enveloped my whole body.
It's so warm that it makes you feel at ease.
He calmed himself down.
The corners of his lips curled up slightly. "Do you really think you're a medicine furnace? Aren't you afraid of pain?"
"It hurts." She smiled, her smile brighter than the sun. "But, between pain and watching you die, I'd choose the pain."
After all, human life is at stake, and you, the male protagonist, must not die.
Luo Xifeng was stunned again, unable to recover from his shock.
"By the way, I haven't taken your blood for several days." She was about to get up, but felt a chill in her chest.
Oh no, she has no clothes on!
She suddenly covered her chest and hid in the quilt again in embarrassment.
The tips of Chu Yangyang's ears were stained with rouge, and the two blush spots on both sides of her cheeks were like two peach petals fallen in the snow.
Very pleasant.
The corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up again, and there was a smile in his tone, "Don't move, I'm feeling good recently, I don't need your blood to detoxify for now."
"But..." she muttered, "I've already shed all this blood, don't waste it."
His smile widened, "Don't forget that this is poisonous blood."
Oh yes.
She uttered a muffled "hmm".
She suddenly thought of something and rested her forehead on his collarbone, "Luo Xifeng."
"Um?"
"Were you always alone as a child?" The heat in her throat burned her nose, "Were you always hungry?"
The sound of the night watchman paused for a moment.
Luo Xifeng looked at the tassels on the tent ceiling and placed his palm on the top of her head. "After arriving in Tiantong City, things got better. The locust flowers on South Street were especially sweet. I picked them after the Qingming rain and mixed them into porridge. It could keep me going for two days."
She clutched the long strands of his chest.
She asked in a muffled voice, "Did anyone pick locust flowers for you at that time?"
He ran his fingertips through her scattered hair. "I'm alone, but there are wild dogs competing for food, so I feel like I have a companion to eat with."
She buried her face in his chest, "Luo Xifeng, when I get better, let's go pick some locust flowers. I'll help you pick lots of them."
"Have you ever had hot pot? It's... um... a dish I invented. Next time, can I make it for you?"
"I can also make sweet cakes. You've definitely never had them! I'll make them all for you, okay?"
His hand hovered on her delicate shoulder, and finally fell gently, his voice so gentle that it could drip water, "Okay."
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