Chapter 77 I Can't Help It
When the medicinal soup flowed over the collarbone, Chu Yangyang hit a hard object on the back of her neck. It turned out to be Luo Xifeng's Adam's apple rolling.
His right arm was across her waist to prevent her from slipping, and his left hand was inserting a silver needle into her palm. His moist breath made the tips of her ears hot.
"Don't move."
The low, hoarse warning made her back numb, and Chu Yangyang realized that there was only a layer of wet silk clothes between their chests.
She tried to curl up but was held tighter. Luo Xifeng's palm, covered with thin calluses, was pressing against her dantian, practicing Qigong.
"Relax, a fast heartbeat will affect the detoxification effect." He said gently.
Hearing this, she suddenly withdrew her hand and stared at the overlapping figures in the reflection on the water. His sharp jawline was so close.
As the true energy was injected, the severe pain turned into a fine numbness that spread all over her limbs, and she leaned back half an inch as if possessed by a ghost.
Luo Xifeng concentrated his attention, fearing that she would make any mistake.
The person in his arms suddenly coughed violently, and the black blood he vomited dyed the medicine in the bucket red.
Luo Xifeng had no choice but to lift the person up so that he could look at him at eye level.
In the steaming water vapor, he could clearly see that there was an abnormal flush at the corners of Yangyang's eyes.
Oh no, the toxins are showing signs of being out of control.
He frowned, a trace of panic flashing across his eyes.
He was actually a little afraid that she couldn't detoxify him.
Afraid she'd die...
Chu Yangyang suddenly reached out and smoothed his furrowed brows, "Don't always have a stern face. You look so much better when you smile."
When the hot fingertips brushed across his nose, Luo Xifeng was shocked to realize that he had not avoided it.
Her disordered breathing was clearly audible. Luo Xifeng saw her pale little face and remembered her recent changes.
He liked to see her heartless smile.
At this moment, she frowned in pain.
An inexplicable heartache surged into his heart.
Chu Yangyang's weak fingers slid down to his heart.
"Luo Xifeng, am I really going to die from the poison?"
Luo Xifeng's muscles tensed instantly. Just as he was about to say "No", he heard very soft sobs.
The body in my arms was shaking like a leaf in the wind, and it didn't resemble the arrogant and domineering figure in my memory at all.
"Luo Xifeng, I don't want to die. If I die, I won't be able to feel anything, neither pain nor love."
Tears and medicine mixed on her face, inseparable.
"I will find a way to heal you." He forced himself to lower his voice, but the silver needle took a long time to fall.
Chu Yangyang's pale lips were so close that he could kiss them just by lowering his head.
The medicinal soup suddenly began to bubble up with fine bubbles, and spider-web-like blue lines appeared on Chu Yangyang's shoulders.
Luo Xifeng grabbed her wrist and found a second poisonous mark running around her meridians. It was the Western Region Twin Poison.
"Damn it, they actually used a secret twin poison." His voice was tense.
Chu Yangyang leaned weakly on his shoulder, and she suddenly choked out black blood again, this time mixed with minced meat.
Luo Xifeng's pupils suddenly shrank, which was a sign that his internal organs were beginning to rot.
"Hold it."
He sealed her three acupoints with his fingers, pressed her back into his arms, and placed his palms against her heart to channel his Qi.
As the blood color faded, Luo Xifeng was shocked to realize that three hours had passed.
The person in his arms was breathing as weakly as a kitten, but his neck was strangely flushed, and the twin poisons began to backfire.
"Chu Yangyang!" He pinched her jaw and forced her to wake up. "You can't sleep. Do you want to die? If you don't want to die, you have to stay awake."
Her dilated pupils barely focused, "But Lord Luo, I have no strength left."
The arc that was barely pulled out at the corner of his mouth was interrupted by severe pain, and thin fingers suddenly grabbed the end of his wet hair, "Lord Luo, please don't kill me, okay?"
Only then did Luo Xifeng realize that the tips of their noses were almost touching.
The hot breath she exhaled had a medicinal scent, and the water droplets on her eyelashes fell on his collarbone as she trembled, burning him incredibly.
"Be good and don't sleep, okay?" He pressed his forehead against hers, as if possessed by some mysterious force. "You said you wanted to see the peach blossoms in March and pick locust flowers for me. If you break your promise, I'll kill you right away."
She chuckled softly, "Lord Luo is used to comforting people, and the words he said were so overbearing."
The body under his palms grew colder and colder. This was a fear he had not felt since he dissected his first corpse at the age of fourteen.
Chu Yangyang raised her fingertips and touched the corner of his lips. "You should smile more. You have such a pretty face, but you are cold all day long and shouting about fighting and killing. It's so ugly."
As the pale lips opened and closed, dark red blood dripped down the chin, spreading into fading ripples in the medicinal soup.
Luo Xifeng pressed her into his arms. The moment the medicine soup covered her head, he kissed her slightly open lips and leaned over to breathe in her.
The smell of blood filled his lips and teeth, and Luo Xifeng tasted the bitterness of borneol and snow lotus.
He transferred his true energy into Chu Yangyang's mouth, and his internal force rushed in frantically along their connected lips, while the silver needle in his hand continued to move.
An unknown amount of time passed before Luo Xifeng left her lips. The medicinal soup flowed over her loose black hair, the black lines between her collarbones faded, and the twin poisons were temporarily suppressed back into her meridians.
Fortunately, his treatment was effective and I felt relieved.
But I saw her misty and charming eyes, lowered her head, and saw her two red lips, pink and moist...
He lowered his head and couldn't help but kiss her lips.
He actually fell in love with such a lingering throbbing.
The hand that was tightly clasping her neck gradually loosened...
She opened her eyes, and Luo Xifeng's trembling eyelashes were reflected in her misty pupils.
The hand that should have pushed him away climbed onto his shoulder blade.
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