The night wind carried away his low, hoarse laughter.
Shen Zhiyi was so ashamed and indignant that she wanted to die.
As she fell into the courtyard of her boudoir, she barely managed to stand up before stepping on Qingyuan's foot. Her face flushed, she walked into the house.
Qingyuan suddenly groaned and staggered.
"What's wrong?" Shen Zhiyi turned around and saw him clutching his chest, looking somewhat uncomfortable.
She walked over and noticed that his wounds not only hadn't healed, but were also emitting a faint red glow.
"What's going on?" she exclaimed. "Didn't you still have demonic power?"
"How come this injury hasn't healed yet?"
Qingyuan frowned slightly.
"The damage caused by the rune array will require more demonic power to heal."
"I don't have enough demonic power right now."
His gaze was almost tangible, lingering on her lips. His fingers curled slightly as he said softly, "We can only wait for it to heal on its own."
He had just tasted her.
The undying desire flickers with an undeniable glimmer in some quiet corner of my heart.
He forced himself to suppress it, a burning thirst rising in his throat.
Even the lines on his forehead flickered.
Shen Zhiyi then became worried, "Why didn't you say so sooner?"
She circled around him, scrutinizing him closely.
"Besides your arm, where else are you injured?" She pulled him to the front of his shirt. "Unbutton it, let me see."
"No need." Qingyuan grasped her hand, his voice slightly hoarse.
"Why not use it?" Shen Zhiyi took his hand and led him into the house. "You were injured because you saved me. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have provoked Li Xianchuan."
How could I possibly ignore your injuries?
"Then what kind of person do I become?"
She pulled him into the room, closed the door, and dragged him to sit on the edge of the bed, while she reached behind the pillow to grope for something.
"This bottle of wound medicine I've hidden is really effective; it'll heal overnight if you apply it."
"Found it!"
She took out a white porcelain bottle, straightened up, and saw that Qingyuan was still motionless, with his eyes closed, refusing to look at her. She walked over and gently poked his chest, "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and untie it."
"Do you want me to help you take it off?"
Qingyuan paused for a moment.
Finally, he reached out and unbuckled his belt.
His clothes were loose, revealing his strong and muscular upper body.
Sure enough, there were several sword wounds crisscrossing on his chest, arms, shoulders, and back.
"So many!" Shen Zhiyi exclaimed in astonishment.
Who is this Taoist priest?
How could a mere sword have injured him so badly?
She sat down beside him with a worried expression, opened the lid, scooped out a little ointment with her finger, and gently applied it to his wound.
Qingyuan stared at her lips.
He felt her warm fingertips brushing against his skin.
My breathing gradually became heavier.
Shen Zhiyi scooped out too much plaster, and with a flick of his finger, the excess plaster dripped down his chest.
"Oh dear, we can't waste it!"
She rushed to answer it.
My fingertip accidentally brushed against a spot on my chest.
Qingyuan suddenly gasped.
He was already feeling restless, and now his cheeks flushed red from suppressing his desire.
The mist at the corners of his eyes couldn't bear it any longer; the moment he slightly tilted his head back, it condensed into tears and rolled down his cheeks.
They landed on the soft blanket and instantly turned into two shimmering pearls.
Shen Zhiyi caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye and froze.
She suddenly lay down on the quilt, pinched the beads between her fingertips, and stared wide-eyed at the crystal-clear beads in her hand.
It really is a shark pearl!
He cried?!
She was both surprised and delighted, and looked up at Qingyuan.
But she saw him lean back on one side, his face flushed, his gaze lowered, his thin, cold lips slightly parted, looking at her as if he were panting.
Shen Zhiyi's lips were slightly parted, and her knuckles loosened slightly in shock.
The mermaid pearl fell.
She looked down at her empty fingertips, her pupils suddenly contracting.
She just...
I bumped into him by accident...
Her gaze slowly moved upwards, landing on the crimson hue of his chest, and her watery eyes suddenly widened.
Touching this spot will make him cry?!
She didn't believe in superstitions.
He reached out again and touched it with some skepticism.
Qingyuan, tormented by desire, already had weak self-control. This heavy touch from her caused him to lean back and gasp for breath, tears welling up in his eyes once more.
After a moment of slight surprise, Shen Zhiyi's lips curled into a delighted smile.
That's really true!
Just a little rubbing and she's crying like this!
She looked at the few mermaid pearls on the soft quilt and almost burst out laughing.
If you'd said it was this simple, why would she have bothered studying love and romance?
She should study his body directly!
Shen Zhiyi felt like she had discovered a new continent and wanted to rub it again, but as soon as she reached out her hand, he grabbed it.
“Chen Zhiyi”.
He looked as if he had just struggled out of some terrible purgatory, his eyes bloodshot, her name rolling heavily in his throat, his knuckles pressing down on her wrist as he leaned over her.
"I am badly injured." He stared intently into her eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Only sufficient demonic power can completely heal me."
Shen Zhiyi felt the intense pressure emanating from him and the scorching heat that could burn her. She leaned back in a panic, trying to escape something.
"So, that's why..."
Her heart was pounding like a drum.
“So,” Qingyuan said, holding her tightly, his thumb slowly stroking the pulse on her wrist, his eyes darkening, “the injuries I sustained while saving you should naturally be treated by you.”
He stared intently at Shen Zhiyi's increasingly widened pupils, closing in without restraint.
Kiss her fiercely!
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