Chapter 288: Chapter 288 Minister under the Skirt (10)
Murong Ce did not stop Chuzheng and Xie Shu from leaving at all.
Xie Shu walked slowly, his body wobbling as if he could fall at any mont.
Chuzheng walked intermittently, looking back at him.
The Good Person Card is just too weak!
Even when I was sick, I could walk much faster than this!
The Tianjin Mouse in Chuzheng’s arms raised its head, following her gaze toward Xie Shu.
Xie Shu only felt that the little creature’s eyes were filled with sympathy.
Tianjin Mouse: “…” Misery loves company!
Chuzheng really couldn’t stand it any longer, she strode back, grabbed his hand, and hoisted him onto her back.
Xie Shu was carried on Chuzheng’s back, his expression blank for a few seconds.
“Your Highness, what are you doing?”
Chuzheng: “Hold on tight, if you fall, it’s on you.”
In the past, when she wanted to touch him, she would always cautiously observe his reaction, and he would mostly manage to avoid her contact.
But now…
She hardly gave him any chance to react, directly taking action.
She said she wasn’t Chu Yingyu…
Xie Shu wrapped his arms around Chuzheng’s neck: “Your Highness, if you say you’re not Chu Yingyu, then who are you?”
Xie Shu looked at the neck he encircled, delicate and beautiful, realizing it would only take a slight force to end her life.
She was so unguarded against him…
Or was she not afraid that he would kill her?
“Jun Chuzheng.”
“What did you say?” Xie Shu’s voice was a bit hoarse.
“You heard ,” Chuzheng said with conviction.
Xie Shu felt his heartbeat quicken, his skin developed goosebumps, and his scalp tingled.
There is no Jun surna among the four nations.
Because this surna… is not allowed to appear in this place.
Chuzheng felt Xie Shu’s body stiffen and glanced sideways at him: “Is there a problem?”
Is this surna so strange?
The previous four people also acted oddly when they heard it, and the Good Person Card reacted the sa way.
“No…” Xie Shu flashed a smile: “It’s just quite a rare surna.”
Chuzheng turned her head and continued walking forward.
Xie Shu’s gaze upon Chuzheng’s neck deepened, his arms gradually tightening.
“You want to kill ,” Chuzheng suddenly said.
Xie Shu’s voice ca innocently: “No, I’m just a bit cold.”
Chuzheng set him down, and Xie Shu maintained that alluring smile, looking bewitching and enigmatic in the forest where only a smattering of moonlight could fall.
Chuzheng took off her coat and draped it over him.
She tugged at her collar and spoke indifferently: “Xie Shu, behave yourself.”
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Chuzheng picked a spot to rest, beside a pool of spring water, where Xie Shu sat by himself, cleaning the wounds on his body.
But his movents were slow, as if his mind was elsewhere.
Warm hands took the cloth from his grip, startling Xie Shu awake.
Moonlight reflected in the pool, casting a shimring cold light.
The woman crouched down, pulling away the clothing on his shoulder, exposing his upper body.
The burn on the shoulder was the worst, looking starkly horrific.
Chuzheng: “…”
That Bastard Murong Ce!
Wait till he’s alone, and then kill him.
Apart from the shoulder, Xie Shu’s body had many more wounds and various bruises.
Chu Yingyu used to protect him so well, not willing to let even a finger touch him. These injuries must’ve occurred after he left.
It had only been a few days, and he had already done this to himself.
Xie Shu quickly reached out to block her, pulling his clothes back up.
“I’ll do it myself.”
Chuzheng forcibly pried his hands apart, and as Xie Shu stubbornly refused to let go, she ended up tying his hands behind him.
Chuzheng threatened him fiercely: “If you keep squirming, I’ll throw you in there.”
Xie Shu glanced at the ice-cold pool water, where his reflection was cast with his hands tied behind him, his clothes half undone—it was a humiliating sight by any standard.
But Chuzheng didn’t care about what Xie Shu was thinking.
Pulling open his clothes, the snowflake-like pattern suddenly unveiled beneath her eyes.
It looked like a tattoo, yet like a birthmark, and it was very beautiful.
Chuzheng only glanced twice before beginning to clean his wounds.
They were all minor wounds, none lethal, though many looked as though they had been inflicted by soone.
“Were they made by that Murong Ce?”
Xie Shu curled his lips, his eyes and brows brimming with sarcasm, “Surviving in his hands, shouldn’t I thank him for liking you so much, wanting to torture a bit longer?”
Chuzheng looked up, “For the last ti, I am not Chu Yingyu.”
Xie Shu’s gaze suddenly drilled into hers.
It felt like plunging into ice and snow, a bone-chilling coldness.
Xie Shu looked away first, “If you’re not Chu Yingyu, then why do you look exactly like her?”
Chuzheng’s face was indifferent, “Who knows.”
Xie Shu asked again, “Then why are you here?”
“…I can’t rember.”
Xie Shu was suspicious, “What do you an?”
Chuzheng pulled up his clothes, “Amnesia.”
“Amnesia?” Xie Shu’s suspicion deepened, “You say you can’t rember your past, nor why you’re here, but you rember your na is Jun Chuzheng?”
Chuzheng nodded.
Xie Shu laughed lightly, “Then why don’t you think it’s just a na you made up after losing your mory?”
“You make so sense,” Chuzheng agreed.
“You think…” Xie Shu’s voice paused, then suddenly he raised his volu, “What are you doing!”
“Checking for more wounds,” Chuzheng said, quite righteously.
“There aren’t any.” Xie Shu gritted his teeth, “Don’t touch my pants.”
“Oh.”
Chuzheng unfastened his pants.
Xie Shu: “…”
Bastard!
Xie Shu was filled with both sha and rage, and in a rush of panic, he violently fell backwards into the pool.
Splash—
Chuzheng: “…”
What on earth! Is it necessary to drown yourself over a pair of pants? Do you think I want to take your pants off?
Others appear on television in nothing but their underwear, what’s your problem!
Xie Shu sank to the bottom of the pool, bubbles gurgling up through the water.
Chuzheng: “…” That’s it, I’m screwed. Can’t the Good Person Card swim?
Chuzheng got into the water and fished Xie Shu out.
“Cough cough cough…”
Xie Shu, soaked to the bone and out of strength, leaned to the side gasping for air, while Chuzheng took the opportunity to strip off his pants.
Xie Shu: “…”
Bastard!
Under the moonlight, the man’s eyes were blood-red, glaring at the woman with both anger and sha.
Chuzheng’s expression was indifferent as she scanned his legs, long and slender with many wounds across them, so still bleeding.
They were more severe than the ones on his torso.
Chuzheng’s eyes grew colder.
She lifted Xie Shu up and placed him to the side.
With his hands still tied, Xie Shu could only curl his body to cover himself.
To his side crouched a little golden thing, which Xie Shu now realized was a mouse, looking at him with what seed to be sympathy.
It even hopped down.
The Tianjin Mouse didn’t hop very high, as if sothing yanked it down, and it crashed onto the ground with a smack.
Tianjin Mouse: “…” Look, we share a bond in our misery! We’re on the sa side!!
Xie Shu: “…” Does this mouse have a problem!
Chuzheng built a fire and stripped the wet clothes from his body, then draped her coat over him.
“Cold?”
The temperature difference between day and night in the Secret Realm was significant, and Xie Shu, after being soaked and without the protection of Xuan Qi, was now shivering from the cold.
He kept silent, watchfully staring at Chuzheng.
Chuzheng grabbed his ankle.
Xie Shu tried to pull his foot back, “Let go!”
Chuzheng held him down, “I’m checking your wounds.”
“No need to check.”
“I don’t want to be carrying you tomorrow,” Chuzheng said. “You’re quite heavy.”
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