Although Kuang Xihan's body is weak, but in the end, he is a prince of gold and jade, and the people who serve around him are not a hundred but eighty, and he waits carefully, for fear that this porcelain doll-like master will bump into it and become hot and cold - therefore, since I took her body to live as Kuang Xihan, I have never suffered from any typhoid fever or cold.

And I never thought that this little fever would be so menacing, and it would crush me suddenly.

I figured in my heart that it must have been because of the rain the night before, I caught a cold, I didn't have a good rest, and I drove all night. The foundation is already thin and can't withstand such bumps and fatigue, and the fall of Xiang Wei Taishou is the last straw that breaks the camel's back - even the great physical pain and torture are far less than the blow brought by the thought of "Kuang Xiqing disregarded sisterhood and attacked me".

I don't know if it's influenced by Kuang Xihan's ontology, but Kuang Xiqing is much more important to me than I thought...... It's not a good thing, but I can't change it; Now, I'm suffering the consequences.

My mind was groggy and my eyes were blurry, and I vaguely heard someone calling me, but I couldn't respond.

From the elegant but familiar taste, the person who had been talking in my ear was Jiang Zhuo.

Is it worrying about me to be so anxious and nervous?

This conjecture actually taught me a sense of joy, and if I hadn't been so groggy and sick, I wouldn't have been able to open my eyes and talk to her properly, and see her beauty, probably I would have preferred to be sick forever and be treated gently by her.

-- I have to say that such an idea is so shameless and so humble.

But in my heart, knowing that the other party would not be able to respond to this affection of affection in any case, then such genuine concern and false ambiguity were the last illusions on which I comforted myself; fantasizing that she cares about me as purely, incomparably as I care about her; Fantasize that she likes me as affectionately and unreservedly as I like her......

This can almost be regarded as my only emotional belonging after stripping off the bond with Kwong Xiqing.

In a daze, I don't know how long it took, but I felt that my body was hot and cold, and I was tossed upside down, as if I was in motion, and the touch of the bedding was not under my body, but it was suspended in the air without support, and I was at a loss.

I barely opened my eyelids and glanced at them, and found that Jiang Zhuo had carried me behind me and tied it firmly with a ribbon.

We were not on horseback, except for me, who lay feebly behind her, and a few dignified-looking escorts with me—fewer than we had met in the inn.

I couldn't judge the situation at the moment, but I had a bad feeling in my heart.

"W-Where is this?" Surrounded by an endless green, the towering trees seemed to be a group of silent giants, and the few of us were small beings who could be swallowed up at any moment and at any time—I had not spoken for a long time, and my voice was hoarse as if there was sand rubbing against it.

"This is Baiyun Valley, and you've been in a coma for two days." Jiang Zhuo turned his face sideways and whispered in my ear, holding the root of my leg with his hand - the action naturally taught me to be stunned for a few breaths before I remembered to be shy.

"Your Highness, there are countless traps in this valley, and we have already lost several people......" The guards said with a heavy heart when they saw me wake up.

"What...... Pitfall? My mind was in a mess, and I subconsciously asked.

"It's okay," the guard clenched his fist angrily, but Jiang Zhuo intercepted him halfway, "Your Highness just close your eyes and recuperate." ”

Her hand patted on my calf as if by magic—I panicked in an unfamiliar environment

Jiang Zhuo's back was thin and emaciated from the other guards, and the protruding butterfly bones on both sides were like works of art carved by axes and chisels—I had the privilege of seeing them without a single thing, and the lines and colors were a wonderful sight that I cannot forget today—indescribable, but indescribable.

Through the two layers of fabric, I could still clearly trace the slender and soft outline of the bones that looked like a fluttering butterfly, and even the touch of the fingertips naturally came to mind—the already thirsty throat suddenly burned like a fire.

I let out a deep breath of turbidity, and my relaxed thoughts leaned on her shoulder, the straight and hard shoulder bones made my cheeks hurt, but the breath was enough to make up for it, and I was reluctant to move away.

Even though I was in the midst of a jolting and shaking, I slowly fell into a deep sleep, half from the exhaustion of the fever and half from the reassurance of my rest.

"Your Highness, Your Highness." Someone whispered in my ear, the voice was inexplicably familiar, and for a moment, I couldn't remember it.

This time I slept more deeply than before, but subconsciously got into all kinds of bizarre images, which made my head split; It was like a thousand-pound boulder in his chest, and it was so difficult to even breathe.

It was as if I had a terrible dream, in which I could only see myself alone bound hand and foot, tied to a pillar, surrounded by darkness, but a terrible and piercing voice kept calling my name, and hoarsely counting my crimes.

"Kuang Xihan - you deserve to die!" The voice was repeated over and over again, echoing in my ears and teaching me to be inescapable.

I want to break free, I want to refute: I am not Kuang Xihan, not the sinful and gentlemanly king...... However, my hands and feet were tied to death, my throat seemed to be filled with magma, and the hot burning sensation seemed to be able to spew out black smoke when I opened my mouth, but I could not shout a syllable, only the "mighty" scream of a beast.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and the next moment they were evaporated by the sudden warming of the air; Not only my neck, but also my hands, including my back, my legs, all the parts of me that were connected to the pillars burned as hot as if they were being scorched by flames, and the heat reduced me to ashes almost instantly.

I remember that during the Shang Dynasty, the famous enchantress Daji had invented a punishment called "cannon branding", which is probably what it looked like.

And now I am like a prisoner who is tied to a bronze pillar and executed, the pain is unbearable, and life is worse than death.

I just don't know, is the look on my face so hideous at this moment?

"Your Highness, Your Highness." It was the tireless voice that pulled my wandering sanity back a little, and taught me to realize suddenly that the terrible punishment was nothing more than a specious nightmare.

My heart suddenly relaxed, and I fixed my mind and wanted to open my mouth, but I found that I still couldn't move—but my consciousness gradually returned, but the control of my body was still fluttering and unsettled.

The voice is as clear as ice crystals splashing, as small as the shadow of a bird, and it is a moving sound that I am all too familiar with.

Knowing that she was by my side, those confusions disappeared without a trace in an instant.

I just want to quietly enjoy my time alone with her, and instead wake up in a hurry.

At this time, I heard a shallow sigh in my ears, this sigh was a little helpless, and a little imperceptible resolute...... Then, the familiar breath came to my face, covering my lips accurately and unmistakably.

Intimate and warm, so real, so natural, as if it had been rehearsed countless times.

Is this a kiss?

No, at best, it's just lips pressed together.

Although the lips are inseparable from the lips, leaving no gaps; Although one of them has long since lost his armor and is deeply involved...... But it's still not a kiss.

Only the closeness of two lovers can be regarded as a real kiss.

Naturally, I was pleased with her, but ...... What about her?

I don't know, and I don't dare to think about it.

Before I could reappear and analyze her purpose for doing so, I felt her soft lips move slightly, and the tip of her tongue poked out, easily priing my mouth open—the bitter smell of medicine instantly filled my mouth, and I suddenly forgot to think.

In astonishment, I felt her tongue deftly sweep around my mouth, and my throat swallowed as if it were self-conscious; Until she left my lips, I remained in the first indescribable touch and tremor.

I felt like a fish out of the water, forgetting how to breathe, and I couldn't breathe at all, so I could only open my mouth in vain, passively swallowing the bitter liquid that came into my mouth, mechanically receiving the truth that subverted all my knowledge.

Perhaps, I should not have been so agitated and cranky, I should not have twisted the sacrifice of the other person who sincerely wanted to save me from my illness, and I should not have deceived myself into defining this behavior as some kind of emotion that I desperately wanted to reciprocate.

However, in addition to the constant self-warning, an idea gradually emerged: I wanted to try to tell her my secret thoughts, I wanted to declare this growing love, and I wanted to let the other party know this unique and sincere affection that appeared for the first time.

There was a soft "squeak", the door closed lightly, the fragrance of medicine wafted, and there was no longer her breath in the room.

Suddenly opened his eyes and licked the remaining medicinal juice on the side of his mouth, and the extreme bitterness seemed to contain a sweetness that taught people to be happy and nostalgic.

Suddenly, I made a decision in my mind: no more dodging, no more covering, no more temptation and speculation, and tell her clearly that I like her.

I want, above board...... Pursue her.