Chapter 91: Warmth
Seeing Wen Nanxi do this, mist welled up in Su Muyao’s eyes.
At this moment, her heartstrings were gently plucked.
“I told you all not to hurt yourselves.”
Why is it that one after another, you all cut your arms to bleed?
Watching Wen Nanxi bleed, Su Muyao felt a shocking pang of distress. She looked at him with watery eyes and whispered, “Don’t bleed!”
“I won’t drink it!”
If she drank his blood, he would only give her more later. She couldn’t let that happen.
As his blood flowed, the air seemed filled with the scent of green bamboo—the smell of wind passing through a bamboo forest.
Seeing her reaction, Wen Nanxi felt both helpless and indulgent.
“It’s just a little blood. It’s fine.”
“Wife, you are the most important one, understand?”
This sentence made Su Muyao’s body tremble violently. She looked up at Wen Nanxi and met his affectionate, tender gaze. His expression was so serious that she knew he meant every word.
Su Muyao shook her head.
“Be good, listen to me!”
Wen Nanxi coaxed her gently. Finding it useless, he simply swallowed a mouthful of blood himself, pulled her close, and pressed his lips to hers, feeding her the blood directly.
Su Muyao was caught completely off guard.
Her mouth was filled with the hidden fragrance of green bamboo; there was no taste of blood at all. His aura entangled her, forcing her to swallow the blood.
In just a moment, Su Muyao felt her body improve significantly; the scorching pain subsided.
She hurriedly pulled back. “No… no more, that’s enough!”
“I’m fine now!”
Saying this, she grabbed Wen Nanxi’s arm and gently smoothed over the wound to stop the bleeding. Seeing the wound heal, Su Muyao finally let out a sigh of relief.
At this moment, the Space System in Su Muyao’s mind exclaimed, “Host, your ability is now Level 1.5!”
“You went up half a level directly.”
“I get it now! Your blood blending with Wen Nanxi’s had a slight bonding effect, which also boosts abilities!”
“That’s great, Host! Your current strength is Level 1.5.”
“Oh! There’s a Replenishing Pill in the space now. It’s a reward from the space for Wen Nanxi.”
“He has the bloodline of the Ancient Heavenly Snake. His blood is extremely precious. Bleeding like that consumed a lot of his spirit and energy.”
“His health was already poor, so he needs the Replenishing Pill.”
Su Muyao was stunned.
She looked at Wen Nanxi. “You are not allowed to do this next time. If you do this again, I will…”
Wen Nanxi’s expression changed. Fearing she would say something heartless, he quickly hugged her and sealed her lips with a kiss.
After a long while, when she could barely breathe, Wen Nanxi released her.
“You are not allowed to say heartless things. I won’t be able to bear it.”
He hadn’t expected his heart to be so fragile when facing her now.
“I didn’t say it!”
She actually remembered what he said last time.
“I wanted to use this tempering method to get stronger so I wouldn’t drag you all down.”
“I didn’t expect to end up hurting you anyway.”
Wen Nanxi gently stroked Su Muyao’s hair, his eyes as soft as water, carrying an aura that embraced all things—clear, elegant, and refined.
He lowered his voice, his tone gentle. “There is no harm.”
“To be able to do something for you… I feel very good about it.”
“If I couldn’t do anything for you, if I couldn’t protect you… that is when I would be heartbroken.”
Hearing these words, Su Muyao was moved. He was always so gentle, making her feel incredibly comfortable. Afraid she would blame herself, he always said things she could accept to coax her.
Su Muyao whispered, “I understand!”
Seeing that her complexion had improved, Wen Nanxi asked slowly, “Are you still angry about this morning?”
Su Muyao felt a bit awkward. “I wasn’t angry!”
Looking at her awkwardness, Wen Nanxi found it utterly adorable.
He looked at her with smiling eyes, full of doting indulgence, and said with a good temper, “Alright, if you say you aren’t angry, then you aren’t.”
“You clearly thought I was angry.”
They tried their best to protect her, she knew that. She only blamed herself.
Wen Nanxi took her hand and placed it on his face. “If you are unhappy, you can hit me!”
“Just don’t hold it in and hurt yourself.”
“We were indeed at fault this morning. It is only right for you to be angry.”
“I dare not imagine… if something had happened to you, what kind of madness I would have descended into.”
Saying this, Wen Nanxi’s heart sank. In that moment, he had clearly felt his own desperate care and madness.
“Wife, you can have your own emotions. You don’t need to restrain yourself. If you are unhappy, let it out.”
He was afraid she would bottle it up, which was bad for her health. Venting it out would make it better.
Su Muyao’s heart trembled fiercely, sensing a palpitation in her chest. She couldn’t believe these words came from Wen Nanxi. Previously, he was elegant but spoke little. Tonight, he had said quite a lot.
She could feel he was gently coaxing her.
“Do you really think that?”
“Mm.”
Su Muyao blinked, looking at his face. It was truly picturesque. Holding her hand against his face, her palm could feel the texture of his skin. She couldn’t help but think: His skin is really good.
She pulled her hand back. “I won’t hit you.”
“I don’t have abusive tendencies.”
Seeing her little tantrum, Wen Nanxi smiled.
“Yes, I know.”
Noticing a bit of blood still on the corner of her mouth, he reached out and gently wiped it away. Unbeknownst to him, his fingers carried a subtle heat.
Su Muyao’s face felt hot. She felt he was invisibly teasing her.
Just then, Su Muyao’s stomach growled.
Er…
So awkward!
Wen Nanxi asked in a gentle, pitying tone, “Hungry? There is food keeping warm in the pot. I’ll go bring it to you.”
“I’m not that delicate. I can go to the kitchen to eat.”
Wen Nanxi said warmly, “I worry someone might affect your mood.”
Su Muyao suddenly remembered that Mei Qingchen was now in the house. Honestly, he wanted freedom, she let him go, and now he wouldn’t leave.
Su Muyao nodded. “Okay.”
Wen Nanxi went to the kitchen and quickly brought the food back. naturally, the door remained locked from the inside.
Su Muyao got out of bed and sat at the table. Wen Nanxi attended to her while she ate, his movements meticulous and gentle, enjoying this time belonging just to the two of them.
Seeing Su Muyao willing to eat and looking much better, the weight in Wen Nanxi’s heart finally lifted.
When Su Muyao was mostly full, she recalled something and asked, “So, Mei Qingchen received a letter from his parents saying his mother is fine?”
“Yes, that is correct.”
If this body was hers all along, and the dark soul had used it to harm people, she really should make amends. Now that Madam Mei was fine and she had repaired Mei Qingchen’s sword, they didn’t owe each other anything.
“If I write another Letter of Release and force him to leave, what will happen?”
She had no feelings for Mei Qingchen. Besides, the things he said before were infuriating enough to kill someone.
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