Translator â Xiao He Lian
Chapter 50.2
Wen Chi remembered that he was still pressing on Shi Ye and hurriedly struggled to get off: âAre you okay? Iâll carry you backâ¦â
Before the words left his mouth, he only felt the hands that were wrapped around his waist suddenly increase in strength and hold him tighter, at the same time, Shi Ye whispered in Wen Chiâs ear, âAs long as you donât move around, Bengong will be fine.â
Wen Chi: ââ¦â
Hearing what Shi Ye said, Wen Chi froze instantly, he was afraid that his actions would accidentally hurt Shi Ye.
The two of them were lying on the grass in an overlapping posture.
Not long after, Wen Chi couldnât bear it any longer. At this point, he was completely pressing Shi Ye underneath him like a mattress. He had no strength in his body and his whole body weight was on Shi Yeâs body so to speak.
However, Shi Ye was injured so badlyâ¦
âShi Ye, are you better?â Wen Chi said tentatively, while moving his body to the side extremely gently, âLetâs just go back quickly, youâre so badly injured and youâre bleeding so much.â
Shi Ye still said in that neutral tone: âIâm fine.â
Taking advantage of Shi Yeâs inattention, Wen Chi broke free of his hands and rolled out of his arms, then turned around and grabbed Shi Yeâs hand, trying to lift Shi Ye up again.
But Shi Ye didnât give Wen Chi a chance, he grabbed Wen Chiâs wrist violently and pulled him into his arms again.
Wen Chi fell on Shi Ye again. He was really angry and anxious. He tried to get up from Shi Ye but Shi Ye had learned the lesson from earlier and pulled his wrist very tightly.
âShi Ye!â Wen Chi said angrily, âThis is not the time for you to mess around!â
Shi Ye still looked weak, his pitch-black eyes were as beautiful as obsidian under the moonlight. Staring at Wen Chi steadfastly, he said, âHow do you plan to carry me back?â
Wen Chi was stunned, obviously he was stumped by this question.
âThis is not the East Palace but behind the imperial garden, if you meet others, how do you plan to explain to them?â
âButâ¦â Wen Chi said, âBut I canât just watch you die.â
Shi Ye sighed, âI will not die.â
Wen Chi still wanted to speak but Shi Ye said, âCome here.â
Hearing this, Wen Chi was stunned for a moment, even though he didnât know what Shi Ye wanted, he obediently moved over.
As he got closer, he could clearly feel the smell of blood getting stronger and stronger, as if Shi Ye in front of him had been soaked in blood for days and nights.
The amazing thing is that this strong smell of blood is not as disgusting as Wen Chi imagined but it seems to have a hint of sweetness. This sweetness seemed to have vitality and was eagerly burrowing into Wen Chiâs nose.
Wen Chi felt something was wrong but compared to the badly injured Shi Ye in front of him, he quickly put the oddness behind him.
âLook at Bengong.â Shi Yeâs eyes never left Wen Chiâs body, he opened his lips and said, âDoes Bengong look like heâs going to die?â
Wen Chi hurriedly gathered her spirits and took a closer look at Shi Yeâs neck and face and was then shocked to find that Shi Yeâs skin was slowly absorbing that blood.
In just a moment, Shi Yeâs skin became smooth and flawless again, like pure white jade in the moonlight, glowing with a soft yet cool hue.
At this moment, Wen Chi was so shocked that he couldnât speak. He opened his eyes wide and stared blankly for a long time before suddenly realizing somethingââ
Yes, that nightâ¦
Shi Ye used the blood in his body to heal him.
He always thought that Shi Yeâs blood could only heal but he never thought it could heal himself.
Wen Chi touched Shi Yeâs clothes subconsciously and found that the blood-soaked clothes had dried out at some point.
âYouâ¦how did this happenâ¦â Wen Chi didnât know whether to be happy or surprised. He felt that his brain was overloaded with many thoughts and was about to explode. He really wanted to sort out these thoughts but the more he tried to quieten his mind, the more agitated he became
Even he himself didnât notice the change in his emotions, he only felt his body getting hotter and hotter, as if a fireball was rampaging in his body. His eyes gradually became blurred and he stared at Shi Ye for a moment: âYour blood smells so good.â
When Shi Ye noticed Wen Chiâs change, he was taken aback for a moment and quickly let go of Wen Chiâs wrist.
âWen Chi.â
As if he couldnât hear Shi Yeâs voice, Wen Chi pulled down his already loose undershirt, revealing a chest as white as milk. Then he moved forward to lie on Shi Yeâs body, sniffing around Shi Yeâs neck and face like a puppy.
âShi Ye, you really smell good.â Wen Chi murmured, his eyes lost their luster and his dull eyes roamed over Shi Ye.
Shi Ye was lying still, although he could heal himself, it consumed his strength so much that he couldnât stand up now, and he could only move his hands.
âWen Chi.â Shi Ye cupped Wen Chiâs chin as usual and he looked directly into Wen Chiâs empty eyes, âStay away from me.â