The person inside the room had not yet woken. After a moment of silence, she slowly walked over and sat by the bed.
His face was pale, as if he were having a nightmare. His brows were tightly furrowed, and he was covered in a cold sweat.
This was the first time Ye Luan had seen him so vulnerable.
She watched him quietly, her lips pressed together, saying nothing.
Cool wind, carrying a faint floral scent, seeped through the cracks in the window. In the quiet room, the candlelight flickered.
Ye Luan's gaze slowly drifted downwards, pausing on his trembling legs.
After watching for a while, she got up, found a bundle, took out clean inner garments, and went to the bedside to change his clothes.
After finishing, she felt his forehead; it was a little hot.
“Luan Luan—”
Hearing his weak, pale mumble, Ye Luan was startled and looked at him.
He was still asleep. The usually fierce expression on his face revealed a fragile, dead silence. He kept muttering her name unconsciously.
She didn’t want to hear it. She placed her index finger on his lips, sealing them.
But this scoundrel actually opened his mouth and bit down on her finger.
Ye Luan yelped in pain, immediately pried his mouth open, pulled out her finger, and punched him a few times on the chest.
He was so hateful even in his sleep.
“Luan Luan.”
Suddenly, his hand on the bed reached out for her, pulled her forcefully into his embrace, and pinned her beneath him.
The movement was incredibly fast.
Ye Luan hadn’t even reacted before she was pressed down by his burning body.
She quickly looked up and saw that his eyes were still closed, his entire being seemingly without consciousness, his head burying itself into her neck.
“Are you awake?”
There was no response.
Ye Luan frowned in anger. Even in his unconscious state, he was still so lustful.
She kicked his knee and pushed him hard, causing Xiao Chi Zhan to roll to the side. Then, she hopped off the bed, roughly covered him with the quilt, and buried his head, not wanting to see him.
So annoying.
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Tan Tai Ye had left Bei Di a month ago. After the army returned to the border, he received a flying pigeon message from Li Qiong Yu and changed his route to come to their aid.
Unexpectedly, it snowed halfway. Lan Mu Rou’s body could not withstand such hardship and fell ill. He had been delayed at this inn for several days.
Fortunately, they were nearing Bei Qi, and the army had already set off. He stayed behind to take care of her.
“Drink your medicine quickly and depart soon. They were ambushed at the temple.”
Lan Mu Rou lowered her eyes, took the bowl of dark medicine, and slowly drank it.
Bitter.
It was really too bitter.
She couldn't help but frown.
“Is drinking medicine that bitter? Look at how you struggle.”
Tan Tai Ye flicked his brocade robe and sat by the bed, his expression defiant.
Lan Mu Rou scoffed inwardly, but her gentle face showed no change in expression.
She had always been like this, as if nothing he said could stir any emotional response from her.
Tan Tai Ye licked his lips, narrowed his hawk-like eyes slightly, and grinned.
“Rou’er, come here.”
His tone carried a familiar desire, and Lan Mu Rou’s body trembled slightly, her palms turning white.
But before she could make a move, he became impatient. He directly reached out, pulled her into his arms, and provocatively hooked her chin.
“Let me taste what this medicine is like.”
Lan Mu Rou quickly extended her hands to push against his chest, tactically retreating.
“General.”
Her voice was soft and sweet, making him tremble from his back.
“I’m not feeling well.”
The beauty in his arms lowered her eyes, her delicate body trembling slightly, her soft white hands resting on his hard chest, fitting perfectly.
The lamplight flickered, and the beauty was like a painting.
Tan Tai Ye couldn't care less. He directly hooked her chin and blocked her lips.
His rough fingertips skillfully untied her sash and reached inside to caress. Under his fingertips, her skin was so fine and smooth.
Lan Mu Rou dared not push him away, so she could only grip his collar with her hands, tilting her head and accepting his advances.
Within the tent, sensual sounds rose.
She was as soft as a puddle of water, collapsing into his arms, panting tenderly.
Tan Tai Ye felt a fire burning in his chest, uncontrollable. His hard chest pressed against Lan Mu Rou.
“It’s hard, it’s poking me and hurting.”
He chuckled lowly and retreated slightly, “Where?”
Lan Mu Rou’s face flushed. She buried her face in his chest, panting with her mouth slightly open. She rolled her eyes inwardly; he was always full of suggestive words in bed.
“If you don’t say, you’ll just have to endure it.”
He lowered his head again and kissed her, prying open her lips.
She didn’t know how long he kissed her, but Lan Mu Rou felt her lips were about to swell. She wanted to push him away, but he flipped her over and pinned her to the bed.
“This medicine is quite sweet.”
He chuckled shamelessly, his hand moving downwards.
Lan Mu Rou noticed his actions and quickly grabbed his hand, biting her lip and pleading, “I really don’t feel well.”
Tan Tai Ye raised an eyebrow, pinched her chin, and smiled provocatively.
“If you kiss me yourself, I’ll let you go.”
Hearing this, Lan Mu Rou hooked her arms around his neck and proactively met his kiss.
This small town was very close to the temple. The next evening, Tan Tai Ye led his men to the foot of the mountain. The road was already cleared, and they ascended the mountain directly.
The temple was covered in blood and corpses. It was evident that a battle had just taken place.
“General.”
Lan Mu Rou looked at the tragic scene on the ground in horror, her hands instinctively clutching the arm of the man beside her.
Tan Tai Ye knew she was timid and put his arm around her waist.
“If you’re scared, don’t look. You’re timid yet still have the nerve.”
He was accustomed to his sharp and venomous tongue, and Lan Mu Rou paid no attention to his sarcasm, tightly gripping his robe.
“General, Young Master Li and the others are that way.”
Ying Yi and his men had already surrounded the temple. As soon as they entered, they were looking for their whereabouts.
Tan Tai Ye said, “Are they alright?”
“No, but the Prince was unconscious and just woke up.”
The wind around them carried a strong smell of blood, making one’s hair stand on end and causing waves of nausea.
The group passed through the front courtyard and arrived at the meditation rooms where they were staying. As soon as Tan Tai Ye entered, he saw Xiao Chi Zhan, with a pale face, getting off the bed.
“What happened to you? Are you injured?”
Li Qiong Yu sat in a armchair and said irritably, “His beloved was made to stand in the snow all night, and he fainted.”
Hearing this, Tan Tai Ye’s face darkened. “Pathetic.”
“Where is she?”
Xiao Chi Zhan had just woken up and scanned the surroundings, not seeing Ye Luan anywhere.
Li Qiong Yu stiffened and immediately stood up, looking around.
“Oh dear, where did she go? She was still here before you woke up.”
The Blood Corpse people were dealing with the dead soldiers. He had gone to track Xie Bei Han’s whereabouts and hadn’t paid attention to her for a moment. Could she have run off?
“Blood Blade!”
The man immediately walked in from the door.
“Your Highness.”
Xiao Chi Zhan said, “Where is Ye Luan?”
“The hidden guards are following Miss Ye. She went towards the back mountain.”
Hearing this, Xiao Chi Zhan pursed his thin lips, put on his cloak, and strode out.
Li Qiong Yu shouted from behind.
“I’ll go with you.”