The pharmacy is already closed.
There was no one in the front yard.
He turned and went back to the room that Shen Zhiyi had arranged for him.
As soon as I entered, I paused in my steps.
Inside the room, Shen Zhiyi, her hair slightly damp and her face flushed, leaned against the pear wood chair by the table, panting.
The thin silk dress was soaked with sweat, clinging to her body and outlining her curves, rising and falling gently with her breath.
He instinctively looked away.
His jawline, with its sharp, cold lines, was taut, and a faint blush uncontrollably crept up his ears, standing out starkly against his wheat-colored skin.
"...You're back?"
Hearing the noise, Shen Zhiyi raised her watery, misty eyes and looked over, her voice soft and breathless.
Like a kitten's claw, it gently scratched at the tip of his heart.
Duan Xingzhi did not answer immediately.
He keenly sensed her unusual behavior, stepped into the room, and his figure appeared extremely imposing in the not-so-spacious space.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked, his eyes scrutinizing.
Shen Zhiyi's face was flushed with an unnatural redness.
A look of confusion shone in his eyes.
Why does he look like nothing's wrong?
He was clearly more severely poisoned than she was; if there were any side effects, it should have been him who suffered more.
She shook her head.
Struggling to sit up, I asked, as if seeking confirmation, "Are you tired?"
Duan Xingzhi's gaze lingered for a moment on her sweaty forehead and unusually flushed cheeks. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was a few decibels lower than usual.
"Not tired."
He seems to be naturally energetic.
This little bit of work is nothing.
Shen Zhiyi felt her mind was completely muddled.
He chopped wood and carried water without even breaking a sweat.
And she got this tired just from taking pulses?
This heartbreaking tragedy, is there no justice left?!
Seeing that she looked unwell, Duan Xingzhi strode over, picked up the tea on the table, poured her a cup, and placed it steadily in front of her with an indifferent expression.
You look tired.
Shen Zhiyi wanted to cry but couldn't, and her stomach rumbled.
She pressed her hand to her lower abdomen, feeling both surprised and suspicious.
Mingming had just eaten the snacks prepared by the maid before her consultation.
Why am I so hungry?
A ridiculous guess suddenly flashed through her mind.
Her legs went weak, and she grabbed Duan Xingzhi's clothes, "I'm so hungry..."
"Yan Nu, are you hungry?"
She kept swallowing as she looked at him, her face flushed and covered in sweat.
Her fingertips were still tightly clutching the fabric on his chest.
Duan Xingzhi's body stiffened, and his whole body seemed to burst into flames as if he had been scalded.
"Hungry." His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were dark.
I didn't realize it just now.
Now that she's said that, I'm really hungry.
It's not just an empty stomach.
It was more like a deep, instinctive hunger that swept over us almost ferociously.
This left Duan Xingzhi feeling confused and unfamiliar.
Shen Zhiyi was suddenly startled.
Could it really be...?
According to the book, the Heartbreak Poison is the most potent love poison in the world. Even if it is cured, it will still maintain the entanglement between lovers.
Feel what he feels, and grieve what he grieves.
Only by using blood as a catalyst can the toxins be completely eliminated.
She didn't understand the meaning of that sentence before.
Now it seems...
She and the slave-loving woman shared the same feeling?!
Her red lips parted slightly as she stared in astonishment at his handsome face so close to hers, her heart pounding.
no.
We need to find a way to verify this.
"You...you shouldn't do those rough and heavy jobs anymore, don't tire yourself out." She was practically clinging to him, panting, her voice soft.
Let's be kind to him until we find out the truth.
What if I'm the one who suffers?
She felt weak all over and slid down with a sorrowful expression.
Duan Xingzhi clenched his fist, pressed it against her waist, and straightened her limp body, keeping a little distance between them.
His gaze, however, was dark and unfathomable, like a bottomless, icy pool, locking her in.
"...You care about me?"
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