Shen Lixue opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes filled with a layer of mist, hazy and pitiful. Through her blurred vision, she saw Dongfang Heng's handsome face and the clear soup in his hand.
Her whole body felt weak and powerless; even opening her eyes was a struggle. She wanted to resolve the conflict between the two, but she was powerless to do so. The fragrant soup was right in front of her, but she had no appetite. She frowned, pulled the blanket over her head, and covered her head to block out all sight. From under the blanket came her indistinct voice: "I'm sleepy, don't make a sound."
"Drink the soup before you sleep!" Dongfang Heng pulled back Shen Lixue's blanket, put his strong arms around her shoulders, and half-lifted her up, bringing the fragrant soup to her lips.
Shen Lixue shook her head with her eyes closed: "I have no appetite, I can't drink!"
"Even if you have no appetite, you should still drink a little!" Shen Lixue had a high fever, which was not only due to the worsening of her wounds, but also because she had not drunk any water all day and was physically weak.
"I just want to sleep, don't bother me!" Shen Lixue's slender body slid out of Dongfang Heng's embrace and rolled into the brocade quilt, wrapping herself up in the thick quilt like a silkworm.
Dongfang Heng glanced at the clear soup in the bowl, then at Shen Lixue, who was fast asleep with her head buried in her hands, and his gaze slowly darkened.
In a daze, Shen Lixue felt the heavy quilt being pulled open, and a strong body pressed down on her. Her chest felt heavy and uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but cough a few times. Suddenly, her cherry lips were tightly held, and sweet water flowed into her mouth through her slightly open teeth, and a faint fragrance spread in her mouth.
She was startled and suddenly opened her eyes. Dongfang Heng's obsidian-like eyes were inches away from hers, and a cold, eerie light flickered in his black pupils, clearly reflecting her image...
Chapter 178: Tender Affection Luring the Enemy into the Trap
The cunning princess consort, 178cm tall, is full of tender affection, luring the enemy into her trap.
"What are you doing?" Shen Lixue stared wide-eyed at Dongfang Heng.
"I'll feed you some soup!" Dongfang Heng kissed her soft, fragrant lips, carefully tracing their beautiful shape.
"I have no appetite!" Shen Lixue replied irritably, her beautiful eyes burning with anger as she looked at his handsome face so close to hers.
“You’ve caught a cold and haven’t had a drop of water all day. Even if you have no appetite, you should still eat something!” Dongfang Heng’s jade-like fingers gently stroked her beautiful, rosy face. He looked at her dark eyes, which were clear, bright, and captivating under the light of the pearl.
"I'm really not hungry, I can't drink the soup!" Shen Lixue frowned, pushed Dongfang Heng away forcefully, turned around, turned her back to him, and closed her eyes: "It's just a minor illness, I'll be fine after a nap."
"You really don't want any soup?" Dongfang Heng's low voice carried an indescribable depth.
"I won't drink!" Shen Lixue shook her head, closed her eyes tightly, and her voice was a little unclear. She was tired and sleepy and just wanted to sleep. She had no appetite for food or soup.
No sooner had she finished speaking than a strong, powerful arm suddenly reached under her neck and half-lifted her up.
Her small face pressed against his strong chest, the powerful heartbeat ringing in her ears. Startled, her hazy thoughts instantly cleared, and she abruptly opened her eyes. She watched as Dongfang Heng's jade-like fingers picked up the clear soup from the bedside table, took a sip, and then his sensual thin lips pressed heavily against her cherry lips. The sweet soup flowed through his lips and teeth into her mouth again...
Shen Lixue glared at Dongfang Heng, struggling to push him away. Her slender wrists were firmly held in his jade-like hands, leaving her powerless. She shook her head, trying to avoid the soup he was feeding her, but suddenly the back of her neck was tightly gripped, and she could no longer move an inch. She could only let the sweet aroma mixed with the faint scent of pine fill her mouth.
Looking at the two balls of anger burning in Shen Lixue's dark eyes, Dongfang Heng smiled silently. She really was a little wildcat with bared teeth and claws.
The fresh and delicate fragrance gradually spread in his mouth, and the soft lips, with their refreshing sweetness, made him linger. Dongfang Heng's dark eyes deepened slightly. He could no longer tell whether he was simply feeding her soup or had fallen in love with the entanglement of their lips.
Shen Lixue drank the soup, but Dongfang Heng did not leave. His thin lips held her soft, fragrant lips and sucked on them, constantly expanding his territory in her mouth.
Gradually, the sweet aroma of the soup dissipated, and Shen Lixue's unique fresh fragrance filled the air between their lips and teeth. Dongfang Heng's obsidian-like eyes instantly turned deep and dark, and he kissed her fragrant lips, unable to stop, and unknowingly deepened the kiss once again.
Shen Lixue breathed heavily, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst from her chest. Her weak little hands clutched Dongfang Heng's clothes tightly, her clear eyes filled with tears, and she managed to utter a muffled "Heng..."
Dongfang Heng's hazy gaze suddenly cleared, and he felt the delicate body in his arms growing hotter and hotter. He moved away from Shen Lixue a little, looking at her misty eyes, her rosy face, her slightly swollen cherry lips, and a deep look in her eyes. His jade-like fingers picked up the soup bowl on the bedside table, preparing to drink the soup and then feed the beauty.
Shen Lixue was startled, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears, and she hurriedly said, "I'll drink it myself!"
"Didn't you say you had no appetite?" Dongfang Heng paused, looking at her slightly swollen lips, a mischievous smile playing in his sharp eyes, and his strong arms tightened around her slender body.
"I have an appetite now!" Shen Lixue carefully felt her lips; they were numb and almost numb. She knew they were quite swollen without even looking in a mirror. If Dongfang Heng fed her a whole bowl of soup in this way, not to mention how swollen her lips would become, she would definitely suffocate and faint.
Dongfang Heng looked at Shen Lixue's dreamy eyes and her rosy face without saying a word, but a faint, beautiful smile appeared on his lips.
Shen Lixue frowned. Dongfang Heng didn't speak or hand her the soup bowl. Did he intend to continue feeding her soup this way? She was tired and sleepy and didn't want to be bothered anymore.
She glanced up discreetly and saw that Dongfang Heng's eyelids were slightly lowered, as if he was thinking about something. Her clear eyes flashed, and she snatched the soup bowl and brought it to her lips.
In the blink of an eye, the soup bowl was empty. The sweet aroma of the soup filled her mouth, and a warm current flowed down her throat into her stomach. A faint warmth radiated from within, making her feel much more comfortable and less cold. The heavy weight in her heart was lifted, and she felt completely relaxed.
Looking at the relieved Shen Lixue, Dongfang Heng smiled faintly, a smile that seemed to indicate a successful scheme.
The soup was finished, and Dongfang Heng would no longer feed her soup so intimately. Shen Lixue had just breathed a sigh of relief when Dongfang Heng's magnetic, indifferent voice rang in her ear: "You can rest after taking your medicine!"
Shen Lixue was taken aback and glared at Dongfang Heng: "What? I have to take medicine too?"
"You've caught a cold, and your whole body feels like it's on fire. If you don't take your medicine, you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow!" Dongfang Heng's jade-like fingers gently stroked her smooth forehead. The temperature emanating from her delicate skin was much warmer than his hands. His deep gaze suddenly sharpened. Had her cold worsened?
"Do I really have to take medicine?" Shen Lixue frowned deeply. She hated drinking ancient bitter herbs the most. She had drunk the herbal juice for catching a cold once, and it was so bitter that she never wanted to drink it again.
It's better to live in modern times. Even if you catch a bad cold, a few pills or injections will cure it. Unlike in ancient times, when we had to drink bitter herbal juice every day.
“If you don’t want to drink the medicine, you can take pills!” Looking at Shen Lixue’s distressed face, Dongfang Heng’s gaze darkened slightly. He stretched out his jade-like fingers in front of her and slowly opened them. Several black pills lay quietly in his palm, standing out against his white jade-like hand.
Knowing that Shen Lixue disliked taking medicine, Dongfang Heng had the family doctor prepare some pills for minor illnesses, just in case. He never expected them to come in handy today.
Although the pills were a bit bitter, they were much better than drinking bitter medicine! Feeling weak all over, she thought it was because she had caught a cold. Since she was sick, she should take medicine. Shen Lixue would not shy away from medical treatment. She picked up a black pill with her slender fingers and put it in her mouth.
The pills were perfectly made; they didn't melt in her mouth and weren't very bitter. Shen Lixue swallowed them smoothly. A chill ran through her, and she tugged at the blanket, preparing to lie down, when Dongfang Heng's magnetic voice rang in her ears: "Take two!"
"Why?" Shen Lixue turned to look at Dongfang Heng. Her soft lips touched his handsome cheek, and her slender body trembled. She blinked hard in her clear eyes and hurriedly turned her head away. A blush rose on her face. When did he get so close to her?
The sudden softness on his cheek did not affect Dongfang Heng's expression. His dark eyes, however, were like a deep, unfathomable pool: "Your illness is serious. The pills are not as effective as the decoction. If you want to suppress the cold, you must take two pills!"
As the sky grew darker and the chill intensified, Shen Lixue felt weak all over, unable to muster much strength, and looked extremely tired, wanting to rest as soon as possible.
Dongfang Heng's jade-like fingers were still outstretched in front of her, as if he wouldn't give up until she took two pills. She frowned, picked up another pill, and thought, "Two pills it is. The pills aren't that bitter. The sooner I finish them, the sooner I can rest."
Light footsteps sounded in the courtyard, followed by Zi Mo's report coming through the wall: "Your Highness, the physician has arrived!"
Dongfang Heng gently stroked Shen Lixue's smooth forehead with his jade-like fingers. The temperature was a little lower than before, and the cold was slowly subsiding: "The Princess Consort is fine now and does not need to see a doctor!"