Heartburn

Although Kuang Xihan's body is weak, but in the end it is the golden prince, the number of people serving by his side is not one hundred or eighty, and he waits carefully, for fear that the master like a porcelain doll will bump into him, and it will be cold and hot - therefore, Since I took over her body as Kuang Xihan, she has never suffered from typhoid fever or other illnesses.

And I never thought that this little fever was so violent and caught off guard, it would knock me down all at once.

I guessed in my heart that it was because I got caught in the rain the night before, caught a cold, didn't have a good rest, and drove all night long. The foundation is thin, unable to withstand such bumps and fatigue, but the hair of the prefect of Xiangwei is the last straw that overwhelms the camel-no matter how great the pain and torture of the body, it is far less than "Kuang Xiqing ignores sisters." "Friendship hit me" is a blow to the idea.

I don’t know if it was influenced by Kuang Xihan’s body, but Kuang Xiqing is more important to me than I think... This is not a good phenomenon, but I am unable to change it; now, I am suffering from the corresponding consequences. .

My mind is dizzy, and my eyes are blurred. I vaguely hear someone calling me, but I can't respond.

Recognizing from the elegant but familiar taste, the person who has been talking in my ear is Jiang Zhuo.

Is such an urgent and nervous voice worrying about me?

This conjecture actually taught me a hint of joy. If I were not so groggy and sick, I couldn’t open my eyes and talk to her properly. Seeing her beautiful appearance, probably I would rather just stay sick like this and get her gentle treatment. Right.

——I have to say, this kind of thought is so shameless and so humble.

But in my heart, knowing that the other person can never respond to this affection equivalent to love, so true care and false ambiguity are the last layer of fantasy that I rely on to comfort myself; fantasize about her as I care about her Just as purely and unparalleled as caring about me; fantasizing 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 Kuang Xiqing.

I don't know how long it has passed. I only feel that my body is hot and cold, and tossing upside down again. It seems to be moving. It is not the touch of the bedding, but hanging in the air without any support, teaching people at a loss.

I barely opened my eyelids and glanced at it, and found that Jiang Zhuo was carrying me behind her back and was firmly tied with a ribbon.

We didn't ride a horse, except for me lying weakly behind her, and there were still a few dignified guards beside us-but the number of them was a few fewer than the one we met in the inn.

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

"Where is this?" Surrounded by an invisible green, the towering trees seem to be a group of silent giants, while the few of us are tiny existences that will be swallowed anytime and anywhere-I haven't spoken for a long time. His voice was hoarse as if there was gravel rubbing in it.

"This is Baiyun Valley. You have been in a coma for two days." Jiang Zhuo turned his face and said softly in my ear, holding the roots of my legs in his hand-the movement naturally taught me to take a few breaths. Kung Fu just remembered to be shy.

"His Royal Highness, there are countless traps in this valley, and we have lost several people..." Seeing me wake up, the guards said with a heavy heart.

"What...trap?" I subconsciously asked in the confusion in my mind.

"Nothing," the guard squeezed his fist angrily, but was stopped by Jiang Zhuo halfway, "His Royal Highness just closes his eyes and calms his mind."

She patted my calf with her hand, as if it was magical--the panic that I was at a loss for what to do in an unfamiliar environment disappeared gently and skillfully with this pat, even if the guards were eager to speak on their faces. It's just so obvious and deliberate, it's not worthy of me avoiding her comforting question.

Jiang Zhuo’s back is thin and thin, which is different from other guards. The protruding butterfly bones on both sides are like axe-chiseled works of art-I have been fortunate to have seen them look like nothing. The lines and colors are what I am now. A wonderful sight that can't be forgotten today-hard to tell, but can't stop thinking about it.

Separated by two layers of fabric, I can still clearly trace the slender and soft outline of the bones of a flapper-winged butterfly, and even the touch of the fingertips gently comes to mind-I am thirsty. Suddenly, his throat burned like fire.

I breathed out a deep breath, relaxed my thoughts and leaned against her shoulders. The straight and hard shoulder bones made my cheeks hurt, but the breath was enough to make up for everything and taught me to be reluctant to move away.

Although I was in a turbulent and swaying action, I slowly fell into deep sleep, half of the exhaustion caused by this fever, and half of the reliance that made me feel at ease.

"Your Highness, Your Highness." Someone whispered in his ear, the voice was inexplicably familiar, but for a while, I couldn't remember it.

This time I slept deeper than before, but I got into various bizarre scenes in my subconscious mind, which made me have a splitting headache; my chest was like a huge boulder pressed against it, and even breathing seemed so difficult.

I seemed to have had a terrible dream. In the dream, I could only see me being tied to a pillar with hands and feet tied to a pillar, surrounded by darkness, but there was a screaming and piercing voice that kept calling me. The name, hoarse to count my guilt.

"Kuang Xihan-you **** it!" The voice repeated over and over again, and the voice echoed in my ears, making it hard to avoid it.

I want to break free, and I want to refute: I am not Kuang Xihan, or the guilty King Dan Ling who was pointed at by a thousand men... However, my hands and feet were tightly bound, and my throat seemed to be filled with magma, with a hot burning feeling When I opened my mouth, it seemed to be able to emit thick black smoke, but I couldn't yell even a syllable, and only the "hehe" scream like a beast remained.

There were tears in my eyes, and the next moment it was evaporated by the sudden warming air; not only my neck, my hands, including my back, my legs, all my parts connected to the pillars were as if by flames It burned as fiercely as it burned, and the temperature turned me to ashes almost instantly.

I remember that in the Shang Dynasty, the famous demon Ji Daji invented a punishment called "Painting", which was probably like this.

And now I am like a prisoner tied to a copper pillar to be tortured, the pain is unbearable, life is better than death.

I just don't know, is the look on my face so hideous and unsightly?

"His Royal Highness, Your Royal Highness." It was this tireless voice that pulled my free mind back a bit, and also taught me to suddenly realize that the terrible punishment was just a specious nightmare.

My heart suddenly loosened, and I settled down. I wanted to open my mouth, but found that I still couldn't move - it's just that my consciousness gradually returned to the cage, but the control of the body was still erratic and unfounded.

The line was like ice crystals splashing and shattering, and it was as vague as a bird's shadow. It was a moving sound that I couldn't be more familiar with.

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

I just want to quietly enjoy the time alone with her, instead of waking up in such a hurry.

At this time, I heard a clear sigh in my ear. This sigh was a bit helpless, and a bit resolute that was not easy to detect... Then, the familiar breath came to my face, accurately and undoubtedly replied. On my lips.

Touching closely and warmly, so real, so natural, as if rehearsed countless times.

Is this a kiss?

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

Although the lips and the lips are inseparable, there is no gap; although one of them has already lost his armor and armor, and is sinking into it... But this is still not a kiss.

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

I am naturally happy with her, but... how about her?

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

Before I waited for the thunder and burst in my heart to reappear back and forth and analyze the purpose of her doing this, I felt her soft lips move slightly, the tip of her tongue stuck out, and opened my mouth easily—the bitter medicine smell instantly filled with it. In the mouth, it taught me that I suddenly forgot to think.

In shock, I felt that her tongue swept around my mouth dexterously, and my throat swallowed as if I had self-consciousness; until she left my lips, I still stayed at the original unspeakable share. In the touch and tremor.

I felt like a fish out of the water. I forgot how to breathe. I couldn't breathe at all. I just opened my mouth in vain and passively swallowed the bitter concoction that passed into my mouth, mechanically receiving it. Subvert all the facts I know.

Perhaps, I shouldn’t be so excited to think about it, shouldn’t distort the other party’s sincere sacrifice to save me from illness, and shouldn’t deceive myself to define this behavior as a kind of sentiment that I desperately want to respond to.

However, in addition to the constant self-warning, another idea gradually emerged: I want to try, tell her my secret thoughts, I want to confess my growing love, I want to let her The other party knows this unique sincere affection that appears for the first time.

"Squeaky" with a soft sound, the door closed lightly, the fragrance of the medicine wafted, and her breath was no longer in the room.

Suddenly opened his eyes, licked the concoction left on his mouth, and the extreme bitterness seemed to contain a sweetness that made people happy and nostalgic.

Suddenly, I made a decision in my heart: no more dodge, no more cover, no more temptation and speculation, and clearly tell her-I like her.

I want to, honestly... pursue her.