L'histoire destructrice de mari d'une impitoyable médecin légiste

Chapitre 180

Zi Jin's lips curled into a barely perceptible, cunning smile: "If you make a single move, I'll send you out of the valley tomorrow."

Xiao Bai suddenly looked up, staring at Zi Jin in disbelief, then closed her eyes again and nodded stiffly.

That extremely aggrieved and resentful look almost made Zi Jin lose her composure.

Xiao Bai was shirtless, his fair skin tinged with a faint pinkish hue, perhaps due to the water temperature. He leaned tightly against the edge of the spring, his eyes tightly shut, his fan-like eyelashes trembling slightly, and his pink lips pressed together, looking as if he were awaiting torture. This made Zi Jin almost burst out laughing.

Zi Jin wrapped her arms around Xiao Bai's neck, maliciously nibbling at his earlobe. Instantly, Xiao Bai tensed, his face flushing crimson. He wanted to reach out and touch the person in his arms, but he had to suppress the urge. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails pricked his skin, barely managing to suppress the desire to reach out. Although the movement was so subtle, it didn't escape Zi Jin's eyes. She took his hand, gently prying open his fingers, lightly kissing and licking each one. In the end, she couldn't bring herself to be harsh: "Let's see if you dare to be willful with me again?"

Only then did Xiaobai realize that Zi Jin had been bluffing him. He opened his eyes, staring blankly at Zi Jin for a long time before reaching out and hugging her tightly. Perhaps because of the fright he had just experienced, his body trembled. "Xiao Zi, you bullied me..." He buried his face in Zi Jin's shoulder for a while, then took a deep breath. "But, I still, love Xiao Zi."

Zi Jin was filled with indescribable feelings, which eventually turned into deep emotion and reluctance. She hugged Xiao Bai tightly, gently stroking his back, and said softly, "I was wrong just now. I shouldn't have scared Xiao Bai. Don't be afraid, Xiao Bai."

"Heh..." Xiao Bai suddenly laughed out loud. Zi Jin realized that she had been tricked and tried to pull her hand back, but Xiao Bai held it tightly: "Xiao Zi can't bear to part with it. I feel wronged... Xiao Zi, don't be angry. I can't bear to part with it."

Zi Jin immediately lost her temper, closed her eyes, and gently leaned against Xiao Bai's chest, letting out a soft sigh in her heart.

"Little Purple, sing...you can." Little White whispered in Zi Jin's ear, coaxing her softly.

"Huh? Did I really sing just now?"

"Hmm, the tone is weird... I can't quite put my finger on it..." Xiao Bai hummed softly twice, then stopped, looking expectantly at Zi Jin leaning against her chest.

Zi Jin was taken aback, almost bursting out laughing, but she suppressed her laughter to protect Xiao Bai's self-esteem. How could she know this song? Could it be that she really mistook Xiao Bai for... haha... but Xiao Bai really does look like him... especially that obedient and aggrieved look.

Xiao Bai used her fingers like a comb, gently smoothing Zi Jin's dark hair, her expression serene, her warm eyes filled with tender affection: "Sing..."

Zi Jin leaned against Xiao Bai's chest, listening to his heartbeat, feeling an indescribable sense of contentment. She looked up at Xiao Bai's expectant eyes and slightly opened her mouth: "My head rests on your chest, my mouth trembles with laughter, I want to make you my good pillow, and also my dog. You are my little puppy, and I am your bone. Gently hold me in your mouth forever. Quickly lift your head, love must be held in your hands. Hold you tightly in my palm forever."

Joy, astonishment, and confusion flashed across Xiao Bai's face. After a long while, he finally came to his senses: "Xiao Zi said, me, a little puppy?..."

Zi Jin looked up, her eyes full of smiles. She nodded solemnly, quickly released Xiao Bai's waist, and ran to the side, but was caught by a hand and held firmly in his arms.

Xiao Bai pressed Zi Jin against his chest, gently stroking her long hair, and lovingly kissed her forehead. Gradually, a faint smile crept onto his lips, and the two leaned against each other for a long time. "I... am willing..." he said softly, his voice overflowing with love and contentment.

Zi Jin gazed intently into Xiao Bai's earnest eyes, momentarily forgetting the time of day, until those cool, pink lips pressed against hers, bringing her back to her senses. She responded with all her heart to this kiss brimming with promise, using every ounce of passion to reciprocate the love of someone who loved her unconditionally and whom she loved in return.

"Little Purple... Little Purple..." Heavy breathing, soft moans, and tender calls overflowing with love echoed throughout the underground spring chamber...

Zi Jin's face was warm, and she smiled as she looked at the person feeding her across from her. She picked up a piece of chicken and said, "You eat too."

Xiao Bai looked at Zi Jin's face, put the piece of chicken in her mouth, chewed it gently for a while, blew on the bowl of soup in front of her to cool it down, placed it in front of Zi Jin, watched Zi Jin drink it, and then picked up some wild mushrooms and green vegetables and put them into Zi Jin's bowl.

Zi Jin looked at the bowl full of food with some difficulty, then suddenly had an idea. She stared intently at Xiao Bai's face for a while and asked, "Xiao Bai, are you faking being sick?"

Xiao Bai paused slightly, stopping her chopsticks: "Uh?..."

"At this point, my legs were weak and I felt powerless. Logically speaking, you should be in much worse condition than me. Why were you able to carry me out of the underground spring and prepare food for me? I think you must be faking illness."

"No, no... I..." Xiaobai's ears turned red instantly, and she stammered but couldn't give a reason.

Zi Jin snorted coldly and said, "What do you mean, 'you'? Just tell me your reason. If you can't, you're lying to me. If you're lying to me, I won't eat anything you give me!"

If you want to find fault, you can always find a pretext.

"No, I'm not lying, I... Ugh!" Xiaobai hurriedly got up, but fell to the ground. Before Zi Jin could react, her forehead hit the corner of the table hard.

Startled, Zi Jin hurriedly tried to help Xiao Bai up, but failed several times. Looking at Xiao Bai's trembling legs and his bright red forehead, Zi Jin wanted to slap herself a few times. She held Xiao Bai tightly, letting him lean against her, and gently helped him to the bed, sitting him down. She gently applied ointment to his forehead, pressing it lightly again and again, her heart filled with remorse: "Can't you tell I was teasing you? Why are you so serious? Do you want to break my heart?"

After cleaning her forehead, Zi Jin gently pressed her trembling legs: "Don't push yourself like this anymore. I can come back without you carrying me, and you don't need to prepare food for me. Just take good care of yourself. Once you're better, you can do whatever you want."

Xiao Bai's eyes slowly became misty, and a faint, dreamy smile played on her lips: "Little Zi is so tired...it breaks my heart."

Zi Jin felt a pang of sadness and tenderness. She gently kissed Xiao Bai's eyebrows: "You feel sorry for me when I'm tired, but do you know how much it hurts me to see you like this?" Zi Jin slowly wrapped her arms around Xiao Bai's waist. "We're going to be together, together for a lifetime. You need to take good care of your health so you can be with me for a lifetime, understand?"

Xiao Bai gently tucked Zi Jin's messy hair behind her ear: "I know, for a lifetime... for a lifetime... that's wonderful."

Love and hate leave no trace, deep affection is hard to wait for; the descendants of the gods, three generations of marriage and resentment, how can the past kindness be recounted? (Part 1)

How can we repay past kindness? (Part 1) Day after day, Zi Jin practiced the zither from dawn until noon. Fortunately, apart from practicing the zither, Cheng Qingsong didn't assign Zi Jin any other strenuous work. In her spare time, Zi Jin either read medical books or prepared medicines, and every day she thought of ways to make various medicinal meals to help Xiao Bai recover. However, Xiao Bai didn't want to leave her side for even a moment. Just before Cheng Qingsong was about to be driven crazy, Zi Jin finally learned the third volume of the zither score. Cheng Qingsong breathed a sigh of relief, left several days' worth of food, threw down the last volume of the zither score, and went out of the valley to relax.

Night after night, they entwined themselves in passion. Xiao Bai's body was clearly weak, yet their intimacy seemed inexhaustible. If she were too forceful, she feared hurting him; if she were too lenient, he knew she would coax him, and in the end, she would inevitably give in. But this went on day after day, how could Zi Jin not worry? She could only try harder to nourish Xiao Bai's body and avoid provoking him as much as possible. But her not provoking him didn't mean he wouldn't provoke her. He looked so foolish, yet why was she completely helpless against him, utterly captivated by him? It was also because he was so adept at reading people's expressions. The slightest hint of reluctance on her part was enough for him to notice, making her even more reluctant to hurt him. As long as she wasn't truly angry, he was fearless. And if she were truly angry, just looking at his face filled her with such satisfaction that she had no desire to be angry at all.

Looking at this seemingly naive and simple-minded child, she saw a heart brimming with understanding, yet this understanding heart was also incredibly jealous. The day she rescued an injured rabbit in a mountain stream, she changed its bandages and played with it daily—all unintentional play. Perhaps because she had taken up a little of his time, he found all sorts of excuses to prevent her from playing with the rabbit. The day after the rabbit's wounds had completely healed, the rabbit cage was empty. When asked, he confidently replied, "I released it." His relieved expression was as if he had eliminated a great enemy. If it were just a rabbit, that would be one thing—it was a living creature. It was one thing for him to be angry with a living creature, but he never let go of inanimate objects like the white jade zither and the medical books. If she held them for even a little longer, or played them for even a little longer, crossing his line even slightly, he would grab her and insist she look at him, saying he was handsome. Each time, Zi Jin could only shake her head and smile bitterly, her heart filled with sweetness, and in the end, she always gave in to him.

However, he wasn't just good at being cute and spoiled. Every morning, he would patiently dress me, style my hair, and wash my face, doing it with great enjoyment. When I returned from practicing the zither in the bamboo forest each day, there would be freshly brewed tea on the table, the water neither too hot nor too cold, just right for drinking. Every night, Xiao Bai would massage my shoulders and waist after a long day. If I frowned even slightly, he would know I had a headache and would use his fingers to comb my hair to relieve it.

The music stopped abruptly.

Xiao Bai opened her sleepy eyes, frowned slightly, and sat up, following Zi Jin's gaze to look at a tree in the distance: "Xiao Zi?"

Zi Jin swallowed hard: "...So it's a peach tree."

Xiao Bai turned to look at Zi Jin with a strange expression. "You saw this tree every day when it was in bloom, how come you only realized it was a peach tree today?"

On the opposite tree, the peach blossoms have long since fallen, leaving behind small, unripe, fist-sized fruits on the gnarled branches. In another month or so, when midsummer arrives, the fruits will turn a deep red and ripen into plump, sweet peaches!

"Little White, do you want some?" Zi Jin asked excitedly, her eyes fixed on the peach tree with a look of longing.

"It's raw." Xiaobai raised her hand to wipe the drool from Zi Jin's mouth and whispered a reminder.

Zi Jin tried to get up, but Xiao Bai pulled her back. He tidied Zi Jin's messy hair and said in a low voice, "It's raw, wait a little longer."

Zi Jin's eyes were filled with disappointment. She reached out and pushed the white jade zither on the table, then slumped weakly onto the table, but her eyes never left the small peach tree.

"Tired... want to rest for a bit...?"