“No, I won’t.” Xiao Ning’s refusal was decisive.
Shen Guan sighed with a little regret, obediently swallowed the medicine, and with the bitterness filling his mouth, he said sincerely, “Are you really not going to think about it again…”
Xiao Ning silently gathered the medicine bowl, presenting Shen Guan with a profile devoid of desire.
Shen Guan was muffled in the quilt, his head feeling heavy from the medicine taking effect as he babbled nonsense: “My cakes are quite good; give it some thought. I’ll be good to Xiao Yuan and Niannian, taking care of them, and you too. I’ll wash your clothes, cook your meals, make your bed, and warm your quilt. People will be so envious…”
Xiao Ning lifted the curtain and left without looking back.
The Ghost Face Flower poison arrived sooner than expected. That night, Shen Guan suddenly opened his eyes from his sleep. The wound under his shoulder was both burning and itching. At first, he tore open his inner shirt to scratch the wound, but within a moment, his fingertips were sticky, and the smell of blood diffused. However, the pain and itching did not subside but instead intensified. Shen Guan couldn’t help but groan and tossed and turned on the bed.
Xiao Ning was asleep in the outer room when he heard the noise. He pushed the curtain aside and stepped into the dark, gathered Shen Guan into his arms, and held down his hands. Shen Guan had torn his own wounds open. His originally pale fingertips were covered in blood. He even tried to dig his fingers into his flesh, seemingly wanting to pull out the pain and itch from his very bones.
“Let… let go of me…” Shen Guan struggled constantly in Xiao Ning’s arms. The burning itch in his chest had spread to his entire upper body, making him feel like he was being consumed by a swarm of ants. The stinging pain was driving him mad.
“Ah Yun, stop moving.” Xiao Ning held him close, kissed his damp eyes, and soothed him in a low voice, “Don’t think about it.”
Shen Guan painfully whimpered while trembling all over. The last bit of clarity in his mind repeatedly told him to endure it, as long as he endured it, it would be fine. But the pain in his body seemed to find no outlet. The burning pain violently rushed through his internal organs as the chaotic zhenqi[mfn]True energy[/mfn] stabbed his meridians. After barely the time it takes an incense stick to burn, he couldn’t hold on anymore. Tears ran down his face, and his words came out in a confused mess, “Let me go, please. It’s so hot… don’t hold me. So hot, I feel so hot…”
Xiao Ning was afraid he would try to claw at his wounds again, so how could he let go? Old Zhou had gone to his house to look after Niannian and Xiao Yuan. Before leaving, he had told him that the Ghost Face Flower poison had no cure; they could only endure it, and it would be fine once they had passed through.
“No matter what he says to you, don’t be soft-hearted, or you will only harm him.” Old Zhou left this warning before leaving the medical hall to Xiao Ning.
“Water, I need water…” Shen Guan’s eyes were bloodshot, and he had bitten his lower lip until it bled. His wet, tangled black hair clung to his pale face, making him look painfully fragile. Xiao Ning glanced at him once under the moonlight, and a dull ache spread through his chest.
Shen Guan eventually tired himself out and slumped weakly against him, only crying as he asked for water. Xiao Ning placed him on the bed and said, “Alright, I’ll go pour you some water.” Just as he turned around to pour the water, a dark shadow flipped over behind him, seemingly trying to run. Xiao Ning, who was already on guard, flipped his hand and restrained the person back onto the bed and pinned him down securely. He tipped his head, held the bowl to his lips, let the water flow into Shen Guan’s mouth, and when the bowl slipped and shattered on the floor, he bent down and pressed his lips to Shen Guan’s bleeding ones.
The water fell onto his lips and tongue was icy cold and sweet. Shen Guan’s mind immediately buzzed, and the last trace of clarity dispersed. The pain seemed to have found a place to vent. Xiao Ning’s body was slightly cool, which relieved his burning sensation. Shen Guan instinctively arched his slender waist and pressed tightly against Xiao Ning, and hurriedly chasing after the small amount of remaining coolness with his tongue.
Xiao Ning’s eyes darkened slightly. One hand held tightly around Shen Guan’s slim waist, while the other brushed over the back of his head, drawing him in and deepening the tangle of their lips and tongues. Their clothes were already loose. Shen Guan pushed toward him with desperate need, the corners of his eyes red and wet with tears, while his blood-stained fingertips streaked red across Xiao Ning’s back. But this was far from enough. Shen Guan flipped over, actively straddling Xiao Ning’s waist…
…
As dawn approached, the two had been sleepless all night, having climaxed countless times, leaving behind only a messy bed and a room filled with the bitter scent of musk.
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