The breath from the red lips drifted across the broad shoulders.
Yan Zhuoxu turned around abruptly.
Her soft lips accidentally touched his wound.
“Hmm…”
Shen Zhiyi hummed softly.
Yan Zhuoxu felt as if an electric shock had passed through his body, but he still lowered his eyes and questioned.
"What are you doing?!"
Shen Nu's gaze fell on her face.
Yan Zhuoxu then saw a little blood on her lips.
He was covered in blood.
His Adam's apple rolled, and the big hand pressing on his side slowly tightened.
"Help Master apply medicine." Shen Zhiyi raised her watery eyes and looked at him innocently, "I just saw that Master was seriously injured, so I blew on him a little."
"Master, why are you making such a fuss?"
After saying that, he realized that the lips seemed to be not right. He took a sip and even extended the tip of his tongue to lick it gently.
The fishy smell of blood made her frown subconsciously.
But in Yan Zhuoxu's view, it has a different meaning.
"She tasted him."
This thought exploded in his mind like thunder.
Yan Zhuoxu's black pupils suddenly shrank.
The wound on the back was oozing with an unstoppable itchy sensation.
Like poison, it penetrated into his muscles and bones.
Yan Zhuoxu clenched his finger bones.
The sudden desire and desperate restraint made the corners of his eyes look slightly red.
Shen Zhiyi didn't notice anything unusual about him and explained, "I just hope the potion can be absorbed faster and the master can recover faster."
"Could this be wrong?"
She felt a little aggrieved, and tears welled up in her eyes again.
Yan Zhuoxu's heart skipped a beat.
His chest heaved, and he turned his face away, staring at the silent Buddha statue not far away. A wordless panic took hold of him uncontrollably.
It made him turn pale instantly.
He wanted to wipe her tears, even if she hadn't cried yet.
"You go ahead."
Yan Zhuoxu closed his eyes and didn't want to look at her face.
"The mind is free from worries. Because it is free from worries, it is free from fear. It is far away from delusions and dreams, and finally attains Nirvana..."
The scriptures rolled silently in my throat, but not a single word entered my heart.
Shen Zhiyi thought he was angry.
I think today's progress was too much, making him annoyed and resistant.
So she got up and left without lingering.
"The master was injured because of me, but I was clumsy and offended him. It's my fault."
She lowered her eyes, without a trace of apology in them.
When he raised his eyes again, his eyes and eyebrows were tinged with grievance and fear, and he said softly, "I will go there today. I will copy the scriptures and apologize to the Buddha on your behalf."
"I hope the master won't be angry with me..."
After she finished speaking, she no longer looked at Yan Zhuoxu's expression, and turned away, looking extremely hurt.
The door is closed.
Yan Zhuoxu stared at the flickering flame on the long lantern.
Almost half of them were destroyed.
He rushed over in panic, and with trembling fingertips he cut off the excess wick and added lamp oil.
The long lanterns were newly lit.
The candle flame is steady.
Reflecting Yan Zhuoxu's deep eyebrows and face.
Most of it is hidden in the dark, making it difficult to see its expression.
His eyes moved, and he slowly turned his head to look at the scriptures handwritten by Shen Zhiyi placed on the table.
A gust of wind just happened to blow outside the window.
He lifted up a piece of scripture and blew it towards him.
It was not the graceful small regular script with hairpin flowers, but a running script with great momentum that was completely different from her gentle personality.
The brushstrokes are vigorous, like a startled wild goose skimming over the water, creating hills and valleys.
Yan Zhuoxu was a little stunned.
The wound on my back hurts.
He picked up the paper, not knowing whether to press the scripture or her handwriting to his heart...
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