Shen Tingchi had said – this love poison would make her gradually dependent on him, but once the five flower petals bloomed, she would lose her senses and forever obey him.
Like a puppet.
He hadn't taken it seriously before, but now…
The person in his arms began to struggle, accidentally pressing on his wound.
"Hiss~" He gasped in pain.
Fang Ci had gone to seek revenge on the fox demon, resulting in a mutual injury.
It seemed that the fox demon would not be able to cause trouble for a while.
He let her go, his eyes fixed on her.
He figured that the nine-tailed fox wouldn't be able to harm her for some time.
Xie Jing felt a slight relief.
"Let me see your wound!" Xie Jing felt his head growing heavy, and Qin Jiujiu's words gradually became indistinct.
"Don't go…"
The young man closed his eyes.
Qin Jiujiu quickly helped him up, but her frail body could barely support the young man, so she struggled to carry him to the bed.
After finally settling him on the bed, Qin Jiujiu was already panting.
She unbuttoned his clothes; the wound should be on his chest.
Indeed, several bloodstains appeared on his fair skin, looking as if they had been scratched by an animal.
The nine-tailed fox?
Could he have gone to find the nine-tailed fox?
Qin Jiujiu took out a pill from her Qiankun bag and offered it to his lips, but she couldn't get it in. The young man's teeth were clenched tightly.
His guard had always been high.
Qin Jiujiu had to lean closer, "Xie Jing, open your mouth."
He seemed to still have a little consciousness, and then he slightly opened his mouth.
This time, she could see blood clinging to his inner lips, dried because his lips were already parched.
Qin Jiujiu was a little touched and quickly turned to pour him a glass of water.
However, the young man in front of her closed his mouth again.
"Host, you can try feeding him with your mouth!"
For some reason, she felt the system's emotions were a bit agitated.
Even a little expectant?
"Why don't you do it?" Qin Jiujiu retorted.
"This still needs to be done by you. If anyone else were to do it, they would likely be killed by the great villain with a single sword, leaving no remains…"
Qin Jiujiu: …
"Xie Jing, open your mouth!"
Water slid down his parched lips and into his collar.
There was no other way!
Qin Jiujiu took a big gulp of water and quickly covered his lips.
Their lips met.
Xie Jing's teeth were still clenched tightly.
Qin Jiujiu swallowed a mouthful of water and pressed down again on his lips.
Xie Jing's fingers moved, and he slowly opened his eyes.
The face in front of him was the one he had longed for.
He curved his lips slightly and closed his eyes.
In an instant, Qin Jiujiu could clearly feel the tightly clenched teeth of the person beneath her loosen.
Qin Jiujiu felt the air in her mouth rapidly thinning. The person beneath her had clearly regained consciousness and was even taking the initiative.
She wanted to pull away.
But a pair of hands around her waist had already restrained her movements.
Her dry lips gradually became moist.
"Mmm…" Qin Jiujiu tried to break free but failed.
Xie Jing was clearly injured, yet he could easily control her movements.
"Xie…" Qin Jiujiu's anger began to surface.
The young man advanced step by step, seemingly wanting to go further.
Qin Jiujiu was furious and bit down on the soft thing that entered her mouth.
"Hiss~" Xie Jing felt the pain and quickly withdrew.
The taste of blood filled their mouths.
Qin Jiujiu quickly escaped and stood up.
She stood a distance away, "You were faking it!" she accused.
Looking at the ruffled little rabbit, Xie Jing's pale, slightly flushed lips curved.
"It hurts…" he seemed to be acting spoiled.
Qin Jiujiu crossed her arms and calmly watched the young man on the bed.
His complexion was paler than usual, possessing a sickly beauty.
"Xie Jing?"
The young man made no further sound, as still as if he were dead.
"Xie Jing?" Qin Jiujiu moved closer and called out again.
"Don't worry, I'm not dead yet…"
The young man's weak voice reached Qin Jiujiu's ears.
Xie Jing felt his eyelids grow heavy. The energy he had forced himself to muster earlier had dissipated, and now he couldn't even open his eyelids.
A deep black mark appeared on his light blue outer robe, as if something had stained it, right on his chest.
Qin Jiujiu recalled the bloodstain she had seen on his chest earlier.
It seemed the wound was still bleeding.
After taking the pill, he should be fine internally, but the external wound still needed to be treated.
There was a medicine box in the Qiankun bag.
Qin Jiujiu quickly took out the medicine box. Xie Jing had already lost consciousness. No matter how she called his name, he didn't make a sound.
Qin Jiujiu quickly applied the medicine, tidied his clothes, and after everything was in order, she stepped out of the room.
They hadn't eaten anything yet.
The wooden door opened again.
When Xie Jing woke up, the room was completely dark, and no one was beside him.
For the past few days, he had slept holding Qin Jiujiu, but now she was not by his side.
Xie Jing felt a chill all over his body. He sat up, his eyes shining with a similar light in the darkness.
Had she escaped?
Although she outwardly complied with him, Xie Jing could feel that Qin Jiujiu was not the same as the lover in the storybooks.
So, sometimes, he truly wished that she would succumb to the poison and become such a dazed, foolish puppet.
Footsteps sounded.
Xie Jing's hearing was extremely sharp; even a slight sound could be amplified.
He quickly lay down, covered himself with the quilt, and closed his eyes, quietly listening to the footsteps.
These were Qin Jiujiu's footsteps; he knew them very well.
His heart gradually calmed down. The room was not so cold after all.
"Xie Jing?" She entered the room, approaching the bed.
However, there was no light in the room, so Qin Jiujiu could not see clearly.
She fumbled her way in, placed the food box she was holding on the table, and then, using the moonlight filtering through the window, lit a candle.
"Xie Jing, it's time to eat~"
The girl's voice was a little trembling; it was snowing outside.
Xie Jing felt the coldness emanating from the person in front of him. He opened his eyes and, in the dim candlelight, saw Qin Jiujiu's face clearly.
Snowflakes even clung to her hair, not yet melted.
Seeing him open his eyes, Qin Jiujiu said with a smile, "I bought you lots of good food to help you recover."
Sensing Qin Jiujiu about to turn away, Xie Jing grabbed her hand.
Her hands were now red and swollen, and bone-chillingly cold.
Xie Jing pulled Qin Jiujiu into his embrace and gently squeezed her hand.
"Are you cold?"
The young man's voice was inexplicably warm and gentle, devoid of any chill.
Even the temperature of his body had risen significantly.
"Do you have a fever?" Qin Jiujiu quickly turned to look at him, her hand reaching for his forehead.
Fortunately, his temperature was normal.
But the young man had always had a lower body temperature; why was he now as warm as a furnace?