Duan Xingzhi's eyes narrowed.
He sidestepped to avoid a vital spot and slashed out with a backhand sword!
With a "rip," Ling Yuan's clothes tore open at the chest, revealing a deep wound that exposed bone.
Blood gushed out instantly!
"ah!"
Ling Yuan screamed and staggered to the corner of the wall, her face turning pale from the pain and blood loss.
He clutched his wound, watching Duan Xingzhi leap towards him, and screamed in terror, "Night Owl! You killed me today, the Third Prince will never let you go! And that Shen Zhiyi, she too..."
"puff--"
The sharp blade pierced through flesh and blood!
Ling Yuan stared wide-eyed at the longsword embedded in her heart in disbelief.
Duan Xingzhi swiftly and sharply drew his sword, his movements ruthless and decisive.
Ling Yuan collapsed softly to the ground, and there was no more sound.
Duan Xingzhi didn't look at him again, turned around and rushed out of the room, flying towards Shen Zhiyi's direction!
He took a shortcut.
Like a gust of wind in the dark night, it leaped in through the window!
"Ayi!"
He rushed to the bedside and scooped Shen Zhiyi out of the covers.
A pair of sharp eagle eyes quickly scanned her entire body in the darkness.
After confirming there was no blood or wounds, he put down the longsword and held her in his arms.
His tall body trembled slightly.
"Duan Xingzhi?" Shen Zhiyi was still in a daze when she felt a dizzying sensation as she was firmly held in his broad, warm embrace.
"What's wrong with you?" She turned to look at him.
"I should be asking you what's wrong." Duan Xingzhi released her, his eyes anxious, still scanning her face and body with concern. "Are you hurt?"
"No..." Shen Zhiyi looked up at him blankly.
"Still trying to hide it from me?" Duan Xingzhi interrupted her, his brows furrowed, his face full of anxiety and heartache. "I was here just now, and I felt the pain."
He placed his hand on her lower abdomen and said with concern.
Even he felt pain.
How difficult must it have been for her?
Duan Xingzhi grew increasingly uneasy, and his fingertips irresistibly parted the hem of her nightgown, gently caressing and pressing along her delicate, soft skin.
Until it was confirmed that the skin on the lower abdomen was intact, smooth, and without any wounds caused by a sharp instrument.
My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally felt at ease.
Startled by his sudden intrusion, Shen Zhiyi grabbed his wrist, her face flushed with embarrassment, "W-what are you doing..."
Duan Xingzhi suddenly came to his senses.
Only then did he realize how inappropriate his behavior was.
She fell into his arms, her black hair flowing like a waterfall, her red lips pursed, and she resisted him with the strength of a kitten.
His clothes were crumpled by him.
Her collarbone and a large expanse of delicate, snow-white skin were exposed.
A deep, dark color flashed in his eyes in an instant.
As if burned, she withdrew her fingertips.
"Let me go..." Shen Zhiyi's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
His burning body heat still seemed to linger on her lower abdomen, making her feel a little embarrassed.
"I won't let go." Duan Xingzhi hugged her tightly, his chin pressed against the top of her head, his arms tightening as if he wanted to embed her into his bones. He said in a muffled voice, "Unless you tell me honestly why you feel pain?"
"I really didn't..." Shen Zhiyi suddenly had a flash of inspiration and exclaimed "Ah!" in realization.
Two blushes instantly rose to her cheeks, and she exclaimed shyly, "Oh dear, that's not an injury, it's my period... I've had my period."
"Women have their periods every month, it will be fine in a few days."
She has always been more sensitive and afraid of pain than others.
Therefore, the lower abdominal distension is particularly uncomfortable.
Even herbal decoctions are difficult to cure.
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