As he left, his tongue licked her finger.
Shen Zhiyi blushed and quickly withdrew her hand.
The pain inside my body gradually subsided.
She relaxed, leaning softly against the bed, looking down at the box on the floor, thinking about what he had just said.
"Earned."
"Tell me honestly, how exactly did you earn your money?"
Duan Xingzhi remained silent for a moment.
He didn't intend to hide it from her, and said, "I'm an assassin."
Shen Zhiyi almost fell off the bed.
She stared wide-eyed at Duan Xingzhi in disbelief.
"An assassin?!"
Doesn't that mean she'll have many more chances of getting hurt in the future?!
Duan Xingzhi nodded.
I briefly recounted to her what happened tonight.
Shen Zhiyi burst into tears.
Tonight alone, he did this one task, which involved swimming, killing, being hit by a hidden weapon, and threatening the shopkeeper with a knife—each of which was enough to kill him.
She suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed.
She rushed over and grabbed his shoulder. "Don't do these dangerous things anymore. At least don't take any risks until the Heartbreak Curse is completely broken."
"Promise me, okay?"
Duan Xingzhi cupped her face in his hands, his fingertips brushing against her cheek, and whispered, "I'm fine. These are all things you like."
"I also found some rare ancient medical books that can't be bought elsewhere."
Shen Zhiyi cried, "I don't want money, I don't want ancient books, and I don't want any jewelry or hairpins. I just want you to be alright and not get hurt! Do you understand?!"
Duan Xingzhi was greatly shocked.
He looked at her tear-streaked face, then wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into his embrace, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.
"Understand."
"Do you really understand?" Shen Zhiyi looked up at him, her eyelashes glistening with tears.
"I really understand now," Duan Xingzhi said.
She was in love with him.
He had never been so certain.
Duan Xingzhi locked her waist, tightened his arms, and held her in his embrace as if possessing her.
He rested his chin on her hair, smelling the faint sweet fragrance emanating from her, which soothed all his anxiety.
Shen Zhiyi felt the burning heat emanating from him and realized that she was firmly held in his arms.
She always wears very little clothing when she sleeps.
At this moment, his outer robe was askew to one side, and through a thin layer of fabric, it clung to him without any obstruction.
His clothes were also damp from the moisture, clinging tightly to his body.
Her skin, as if branded by his heat, also became burning hot.
Her cheek pressed against his chest, she heard the steady, powerful heartbeat emanating from his chest, and her own heart began to race.
I even felt a little dizzy.
"Miss? Are you alright?" Xiangru asked anxiously as she heard intermittent sobbing outside the door.
Shen Zhiyi was startled and came to her senses.
She placed her palm on his right chest and pushed him away as if she had been burned.
"Since you're alright, I'll head back now."
She bit her lip, looked up, and gave him a soft glare. "But you said you'd tell me where you're going from now on. You were clearly lying to me."
"Next time you leave the pharmacy, you must get my permission before you can go."
Did you hear me?
She gave orders in a domineering manner.
Duan Xingzhi felt a surge of heat throughout his body from her glare, and replied in a hoarse voice, "Okay."
His Adam's apple bobbed. "Today was my fault."
"I promise I'll listen to you from now on."
His gaze was burning hot.
Shen Zhiyi could no longer bear it, so she pulled her cloak tighter and left in a panic.
"Miss, what's wrong? Why is your face so red?" Xiangru asked curiously from outside the door.
Seeing that Duan Xingzhi was peeking into the room, Shen Zhi noticed that she was not wearing any clothes on her upper body and immediately closed the door.
"It's nothing, it's just a bit hot."
"Let's go back quickly."
"Hey? Why is there a hairpin in your hair? Did Yan Nu give it to you?"
"Okay, don't ask anymore..."
The sound of their quiet conversation gradually faded into the distance.
Duan Xingzhi leaned against the headboard, looking at the contents of the box. He picked up a piece of clothing that Shen Zhiyi had touched, and his eyes darkened.
The night was deep.
Shen Zhiyi lay on the tatami, thinking over and over about the embrace she had just experienced.
I felt a warmth gradually rising in my body.
No, that's not right...
She stared in astonishment, clearly feeling as if a rough, hot hand was slowly roaming over her body.
Then, it froze in one spot.
She could almost feel the calluses, the tiger's mouth, and the firm control.
His body temperature grew increasingly hot.
Those forceful reassurances did not diminish her longing; instead, they stirred up a strange feeling that made her tremble all over.
She bit her lip with her pearly teeth and gripped the soft blanket tightly with her fingertips, barely managing to suppress a soft moan.
The dampness she felt from his body just now seemed to have seeped through the darkness of the night and flowed onto her.
Why is it so hot...?
Shen Zhiyi closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her cheeks flushed uncontrollably.
Just now, when she leaned against Duan Xingzhi and pushed him away, she touched his right chest, and it felt as if a large hand was pressing down on it.
Her cheeks grew redder.
What is he doing...?
"Duan Xingzhi..." Shen Zhiyi called his name softly in the lonely night.
Thinking of the way he had looked at her just now, as if he wanted to devour her alive, she blushed with shame, let out a cry, and buried herself in the quilt.
The next day.
As soon as Shen Zhiyi got up and opened the door, she saw Duan Xingzhi standing by the door with the box next to him.
"It was too late yesterday, so I didn't deliver it to you."
His voice was low and hoarse.
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