"What will it take for you to consummate our marriage?"
"Pfft—cough cough cough!!!"
Xiao Ding, who happened to be passing by, overheard this and spat out all the water he had just drunk.
His face turned bright red from coughing.
Dr. Shen, what kind of outrageous and inappropriate words are you spouting?
Consummating the marriage?
She actually forced the slave to consummate their marriage?!
Duan Xingzhi swept a cold, murderous glare across them.
Xiao Ding felt like prey caught on a sharp arrow, his hair standing on end.
He remembered the tiger skin that had been thrown at him that day, and, terrified, covered his eyes, screaming, "I...I...I didn't see anything! I didn't hear anything!"
"I'm blind! And deaf!"
"Please continue, please continue..."
He stumbled and staggered back, but after only a few steps he fell down with a "plop." Ignoring the pain, he continued to flee for his life, rolling and crawling.
After running for several miles, he crashed into Apan, who had just recovered.
"What happened?" Apan helped him up, looking surprised. "Why are you so scared? Has another ferocious beast appeared?"
Xiao Ding lowered his hands and glanced back, still shaken.
I found myself far from the riverbank.
He finally caught his breath, thinking to himself: It really is a ferocious beast!
He patted Apan's shoulder earnestly, "Brother Apan, let me give you a piece of advice: you should give up on Doctor Shen as soon as possible."
"There are plenty of fish in the sea, why be hung up on just one?"
Besides, they've long been captivated by the aversion to slavery!
He shook his head, not daring to say another word, and ran home in a flash.
Apan looked towards the riverbank, then at the pharmacy.
He immediately felt dejected.
Those who have recently approached Doctor Shen are either highly skilled in martial arts or members of noble families.
I heard that Young Master Ling is a big shot from the capital.
How could a hunter like him be worthy of her?
Dejected, Apan returned home.
riverside.
Shen Zhiyi stomped her feet, feeling utterly ashamed and indignant.
"It's all your fault for not responding to me sooner. Now look what happened, someone heard us."
Duan Xingzhi looked at her flushed cheeks and her eyes, which were unusually bright with shame and indignation, and the resentment in his heart strangely dissipated a little.
Instead, a deeper longing has taken its place.
He reached out and pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her slender waist. With an undeniable forcefulness, he said in a hoarse voice, "We can consummate our marriage."
"Marry me."
"Huh?" Shen Zhiyi was stunned.
She looked up at him.
Seeing his serious expression, my heart couldn't help but pound.
Why would you have to get yourself killed just to get rid of the poison?
"You don't want to?" Duan Xingzhi frowned in displeasure, his body radiating coldness. He pressed her even closer to him, almost forcing the words out through clenched teeth, "Could it be that you want to marry that sickly man named Ling Yuan?"
Thinking back to the past few days, she had enjoyed chatting happily with that person.
Even when talking about her master, they had endless things to say to each other, and an unspoken understanding that was difficult for others to intrude upon.
His heart felt as if it were being gnawed by a venomous snake of jealousy, spreading a dark, toxic emotion.
Duan Xingzhi had to admit—
He's practically insanely jealous.
"I don't……"
"You can't marry anyone but me." He suddenly interrupted her, leaning down to touch his forehead to hers, his voice low and commanding, yet carrying a barely perceptible plea, as he whispered, "Shen Zhiyi, do you hear me?"
"You can't marry someone else."
He repeated each word carefully.
Shen Zhiyi stared at him blankly, the roar of the river echoing in her ears.
I felt that my thoughts were like a rushing river, chaotic and turbulent, not knowing where they were headed.
All that remained was his domineering aura and burning body temperature, tightly enveloping her.
"But..." she bit her lip and whispered, "If consummating the marriage can't cure the poison, then you've married me for nothing."
"That's my business." Duan Xingzhi's fingers tightened, and the scalding heat of his palms almost seeped through the fabric and imprinted itself on her body.
His gaze was stubborn and mad.
"You only need to answer, marry or not marry."
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