Mi primer marido después de la transmigración

Capítulo 19

Nothing is more important than life; only then did she realize how afraid she was of dying.

"Silly girl," the man chuckled, reaching out to unbutton her clothes.

This wasn't the first time he'd seen her shoulder. The last time was in the cave, the bonfire blazing, reflecting off her snow-white skin, which had captivated him all night.

This time, however, the scene was far more horrifying. A black, poisoned arrow pierced her snow-white skin, gushing out blood—black blood. Half of her arm had already turned to ashes; without an antidote, her entire arm would likely be ruined.

He reached out again and again, but he hesitated to pull out the arrow, fearing that she would bleed to death if he did.

Nineteen looked at the eyes hidden behind the mask with some hesitation and asked, "Is it bad?"

"I'm here, everything will be alright," he comforted softly.

Nineteen bit her soft lips: "You don't need to comfort me. Am I about to die?"

"With me here, I won't let you die." His resolute tone reassured her somewhat.

"Then, I can bear to pull out the arrow."

Seeing his hesitation, she steeled herself, suddenly turned around, and pulled the poisoned arrow out of her left shoulder herself!

The dark blood, carrying a strong, fishy smell, sprayed all over the bed and splattered all over him.

Nineteen's vision blurred, and she could see nothing. She grabbed his clothes haphazardly, and before she lost consciousness, she shouted with all her might, "If I die, please find Shen Yuntan of Quanfu Inn, protect him, protect him... go to Jinhu Manor!"

He was using a white cloth to stop the bleeding when he heard this, paused for a moment, and then said, "Okay."

I don't know if she heard me or not.

He cut open the wound, released the poisonous blood, and carefully took out a sachet from his bosom. After hesitating for a moment, he finally took out the pills from the sachet.

The Tang Clan's Panacea can cure all kinds of poisons used by the Tang Clan.

He was somewhat reluctant to part with them; these two antidotes were the only mementos that person had left him. Like spring flowers that withered early, the woman from the Tang family, whose face was as delicate as a flower petal, had long since faded into the earth, never to return.

Carefully, he took out one of the pills and finally put it into Nineteen's mouth.

Wei Qi, please don't blame me.

Looking at the woman who had fainted from the blood, Shen Yun remained silent for a long time.

She resembled Tang Weiqi, though it was hard to pinpoint exactly how, but sometimes a single expression or gesture would inexplicably make one feel as if Weiqi had been reborn.

Especially when...she was covered in blood, leaning against a tree, and begged him to stop.

It looked exactly like Wei Qi crying and begging him not to kill anyone.

She was not like Wei Qi, who was always timid and never dared to speak loudly. But Shi Jiu was extremely fiery and unrestrained, and never knew what shyness was.

Wei Qi is shrewd and speaks gently.

Unlike her, who was choked like a bright red chili pepper, she was stubborn and once she set her mind on something, it was something she believed in.

She was determined to find a husband who was good at everything.

They were convinced that Tianxiu wasn't a completely bad guy.

Even as he was dying, she was still thinking about protecting him, knowing he didn't know martial arts.

Nineteen had her eyes closed, her skin as white as snow and as smooth as jade, her long eyelashes covering her like raven wings. Shen Yuntan moved closer and examined her carefully.

A delicate nose, pale lips, and thick eyebrows that needed no makeup.

He doesn't resemble her at all, nor does he resemble Tang Weiqi in any way.

However, he felt that she resembled him.

The person on the bed stirred, curling up into a ball like a cat. He couldn't help but gently touch her hand.

So thin, skin and bones, even thinner than when we were in the cave.

"No, no, don't leave me..." A tear fell from the corner of her eye, landing on the pillow and leaving a deep watermark.

He took her hand.

"I won't abandon you."

Nineteen stirred and slowly opened her eyes. The man in white, still wearing a mask, gently helped her sit up and fed her water.

"May I have your name?"

"You're asking my name because you want to repay me later? You can't."

Why is this person so annoying?! Why are all the men she's met since coming down the mountain so irritating?

"Even if I can't repay you, I will still repay you." She spoke weakly, her voice barely audible.

"Then, repay me with your body." The eyes behind the mask held a smile, clearly a joke, but Nineteen couldn't detect it at all, and asked earnestly, "Are you rich? Are you handsome? Are you good-tempered? How's your writing...?"

Shen Yun chuckled; this girl really didn't understand humor.

"Troublesome girl, marrying you would be such a hassle." The tone was strangely familiar. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and suddenly felt a little more at ease. As soon as she felt at ease, she began to feel drowsy again.

A large, warm hand covered her eyes: "Go to sleep."

She let out a soft "hmm" and then disappeared into darkness.

Like a cat, he gently stroked his satin-black hair, a smile playing on his lips. This girl is just like a wildcat.