"Are you a little cold? But don't worry, I'll give you lots and lots of warmth. Don't be afraid, Wushang, it'll be over in a minute! Don't worry... it'll be over in a little while!" Nan Xuzong took off all her soaked clothes and then threw them to the ground with a wave of his hand. He untied his belt, pulled it out, and threw it away; his robe, he threw it away as well.
He gently stroked her delicate skin, but when he saw her bitten wrist, Nan Xuzong felt a sharp pain in his heart!
The one who should be hurt is her, and the one who should be hurt is himself! The one who should be punished and die is not her, but himself! He would rather suffer eternal damnation than see her lying motionless in front of him!
Nan Xuzong began kissing her skin. His thin lips were hot and gentle, but he gradually became wild and urgent!
He looked up at her; her face remained unchanged, still so cold, so pale.
Nan Xuzong lowered his head and kissed every inch of her beauty. He nibbled and nibbled, wanting to make her feel passionate. His large hands caressed every inch of her skin. He was hot all over, and the fire from his palms burned on her skin.
Seeing that she didn't react at all, Nan Xuzong became anxious. He grabbed her hand and placed it on his burning body, which was so hot that it was impossible to touch.
But she didn't run away; she didn't run away at all, not even the slightest reaction.
"Why? Why don't you pull your little hands back! Waaah...why!" Nan Xuzong lay on top of her, kissing her softness. "Wu Shang, wake up, okay? Feel my love, okay?" Her hands opened and fell back to her side.
His hand reached down, and when it touched that beautiful place, he could not feel the warmth or the gentle scent no matter what.
He panicked.
He adjusted his posture, and then slowly...
He gently kissed her earlobe, her face, her eyes, and everything about her!
He grabbed her hand, imagining her holding his slender waist. His movements accelerated, and with each throbbing, he felt as if he could barely move. He used all his strength to assault her beauty.
They seem tireless.
Why can't I feel her warmth?
Nan Xuzong cried as he did it on her, tears and snot falling all over her body, then he kissed her clean.
He was a pervert, he was insane, he was doing something unbelievable. He wanted to transfer all the heat from his body into her!
That person who is completely oblivious, can you feel his warmth and his passion?
Nan Xuzong looked at her, stepped away slightly, then grabbed her legs and placed them around his waist, before starting another round of jumping. His tall figure, his handsome face that was impossible to look at directly, and his every expression as he watched her.
He wanted to see her intoxicated, or infatuated, or in pain. She was so tight; he was being so violent. She should be in pain, and he wanted her to suffer! Wake up in pain!
But there was no expression on her face. She didn't cry out in pain.
Nan Xuzong's tears rippled across her cherry lips, burning hot, and then spread outwards. His hot, sensual lips covered hers, sucking her nectar.
He was constantly stimulating every nerve in her body.
His movements became rapid and frantic, each time as if he were about to knock her away, but each time he would pull her back and then press her down beneath him tenderly.
Those last few thrusts, with lightning speed, in a sudden, instantaneous tremor, sent him completely enveloped in her. He felt the heat, but why didn't she?
Doctor Cui stood outside, separated by a screen and several beaded curtains, listening to the man's muttering voice inside, and the creaking of the bed. All he could feel was a sigh.
This is love.
A love that cuts to the bone.
Dr. Cui turned and left, carrying Beigong Minhao on his back, and then walked out.
Several guards stood outside, looking at Doctor Cui with bewildered expressions, unsure of what to do.
"Don't disturb them, not even if they're dead. Just report to me," Doctor Cui said. "Quickly bury the bodies, and then... don't disturb them." He sighed, and that was all he could say.
"Yes." The guard obeyed and went to carry out the task.
Nan Xuzong stepped back, then turned her over. His dark eyes stared at every part of her body before he kissed and nibbled, leaving patches of purple and red. Her skin was still so smooth, so delicate, so sensitive.
Nan Xuzong pressed down on her, hugging her tightly from behind, and then aimed at a place she had never tried before.
He took a deep breath, then suddenly exerted force, and thrust into her from behind. "Mmm!" At that moment, a sound escaped her lips, and her brows slowly furrowed, because that beastly man was relentlessly exploring her, ignoring her pain.
But he felt it the next second!
He was overjoyed, his face streaked with tears. He stopped, then gently turned her head toward him. "Wu Shang, Wu Shang...look at me, wake up!"
"It hurts..." she cried out softly.
He reached under her and found blood coming out.
He was startled and quickly stepped back from behind her, turning her over and holding her tightly in his arms. "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore." His tears fell on her face as he held her close. "Sweetheart, sweetheart, it doesn't hurt anymore."
But there was no follow-up.
He stared in astonishment at her expression, then reached for her carotid artery; it throbbed slightly.
very nice!
Nan Xuzong immediately transferred his internal energy into her body.
"Cui Zhi!" Nan Xuzong called out immediately.
Upon hearing this shout, the guards outside immediately ran out to find Doctor Cui.
Nan Xuzong held Ji Wushang in his arms, continuously transferring his warmth and inner energy to her. He kissed her lips, "Wake up, Wushang, aren't you awake? Look at me!"
He knew she was in a lot of pain; he knew it himself.
But it's such a good thing to hear her cry out in pain!
She finally reacted, didn't she?
Nan Xuzong held her tightly.
...
Night finally fell, and the wind was a bit chilly.
Nan Xuzong looked up at the sleeping woman on the bed. Her long hair was spread out on the bed, and a brocade quilt covered her. Her complexion had finally improved. Nan Xuzong finished writing the letter and handed it to the guard beside him, "Give this to Marquis Jinnan."
"Yes." The guard immediately left.
He stood up, his tall, imposing figure and gentle gaze, walked over, and sat down beside her bed.
His face showed little expression, but the deep affection in his eyes spoke volumes about his inner world. He reached out and gently caressed her lips; they were warm, though not as warm as his own, but at least they were warm.
That's enough.
Nan Xuzong rolled onto the bed and then quietly held her.
She felt the heat from the side and unconsciously moved closer.
A smile spread across his lips as he whispered softly in her ear, "Are you still cold?"
There was no response, but Nan Xuzong was already very content.
He held her waist, his warm hands resting on it, then occasionally reaching down, yet carefully pulling her into his broad embrace, holding her tightly. "I love you, Ji Wushang. I love you so much."
A superior private room.
Beigong Minhao frowned, his chest aching so badly he could hardly breathe. He thought of opening his eyes to see the woman who haunted his dreams, but he couldn't.
Dr. Cui looked at medical books, one after another, and then looked at the person on the bed, shaking his head repeatedly.
If a person is not dead, but is practically dead, then living probably has no meaning.
Nan Xuzong walked in from outside and sat down directly in front of Doctor Cui. Doctor Cui was surprised and exclaimed, "Zong'er!"
"How is he?" Nan Xuzong asked calmly. He'd settle accounts with them one by one after he recovered!
"It's almost like death, but he's not really dead." Doctor Cui shook his head. "The King of the Western Regions shattered his internal organs and broke his sternum. He's barely surviving thanks to the Life-Sustaining Pill, but it won't last long!"
"Is there any other way?" Nan Xuzong looked at the ashen face on the bed.
"This, this..."
"If it exists, it exists! We must save them!" Nan Xuzong roared. "No matter how difficult it is, we must save them!"
"Even if they are saved, they will only have thirty years left to live, and they will have to endure inhuman bone pain every time it rains... It's better to save them than to suffer such pain..."
"Save him!" Nan Xuzong interrupted him, his gaze resolute.
Thirty years, thirty years... If he doesn't want these thirty years, he can end his own life! But I must do everything I can to fight for these thirty years for him!
"Get ready to save him!"
"Yes," Doctor Cui nodded. "It needs to be soaked in the medicinal solution for forty-nine days. The prepared medicinal herbs include..."
Seventy-seven forty-nine.
Nan Xuzong looked at him and smiled. Good, good. Avoiding all this strife.
After Dr. Cui finished treating him, Nan Xuzong made him tell the whole story.
He knew everything.
It's all a cycle of cause and effect!
Fearing she would refuse, she begged Beigong Minhao, who then offered to help her.
Nan Xuzong looked at the person with a furrowed brow in the bath and suddenly smiled inwardly. He loved her no less than he loved himself!
"Your leg is recovering very quickly, but you should still rest and regulate your internal energy. The King of the Western Regions, although you injured him, is a formidable figure. So, you must be prepared for anything and ready to fight him again at any time!" Doctor Cui kindly reminded him.
"Hmm." Nan Xuzong nodded slightly. "From now on, don't do anything like this again without my permission, or I'll cripple him myself!" After saying this, Nan Xuzong returned to Ji Wushang's room.
"Cong'er!" Doctor Cui called out as he rushed up to him as he was about to close the door.
"Hmm?" Nan Xuzong lowered his eyebrows slightly; he was much taller than the old man when he stood up.
"Be gentle with the baby and be careful when applying the medicine." Doctor Cui looked slightly embarrassed and took out a small bottle from his pocket, saying, "You're too rough."
Nan Xuzong blushed and stood there embarrassed, while Doctor Cui shoved the medicine bottle into his hand and quickly walked away.
Yes, I was too rough... but I had to do it to save her. I will be gentler from now on!
Nan Xuzong closed the door, then turned back to look at Ji Wushang, who was sleeping peacefully.
Sitting calmly by her bedside, Nan Xuzong took off the quilt, grasped her wrist, and checked her pulse. It was beating steadily. Moreover, her blood seemed warmer, not as cold as before. To avoid making a mistake, Nan Xuzong checked her pulse again. It was warm, but no different from before.
He sighed softly, kissed her delicate hand, and then gently placed it back under the quilt.
Nan Xuzong sat at his desk, holding a wolf-hair brush in his hand. After writing several memorials, he finally put the brush down.
He moved his legs.