If someone had vomited all over him, Yan Chen would have thrown him eight hundred miles away!
But she vomited—
Yan Chen strangely didn't feel any discomfort, only anger and distress.
He placed her on the ground to prevent the soup from getting on her.
The princess was so drunk that she couldn't stand still at all. She swayed like a roly-poly when she placed her on the ground. Yan Chen had no choice but to hold her up again and look around. Seeing a big rock next to it, he helped her go there and sit down.
Because she couldn't sit still, he didn't dare to let go, so he could only hold her up with one hand and take off her dirty robe with the other.
Unexpectedly, when the princess saw him taking off her clothes, she seemed to be frightened. She struggled under his palm and blurted out: "No... no, I... I'm pregnant, I can't..."
Yan Chen froze and looked down at her: "You... what did you say?"
The princess curled up and looked at him with slightly parted lips and misty eyes, looking pitiful: "Brother Yan Chen, why don't we do a good job?"
Such a familiar rejection!
Such a familiar look—
Yan Chen's heartbeat was like thunder, and he stretched out his fingers with trembling slightly, caressing her face. The skin was warm and delicate, but the bones were a bit irritating -
She is too thin!
Yan Chen felt as if someone had stabbed him in the heart, and he said hoarsely: "Okay, little fox, I won't move you-"
His nose was sore and his voice was extremely hoarse: "Little fox, you know I won't force you."
The princess seemed to be relieved, exhaled a breath, closed her eyes, and frowned: "I... I feel uncomfortable..."
This is another super familiar move.
Although her appearance is no longer the same, some of her unconscious little moves are the same as those of the blue fox.
Yan Chen's heart seemed to have a silk thread tightening around his heart, and there were bursts of pain. He threw off the dirty robe, patted her shoulder lightly, and asked her to lean on him: "Little fox, don't Afraid, don’t feel bad..."
"Wow-" She poured another drink and spat all over him again.
Yan Chen paused for a moment, then stopped changing in a hurry. He bent over and held her with one hand, pressed the acupuncture points with the other hand and patted her corresponding acupuncture points to help her pour the wine.
His method of inducing vomiting was very effective. She vomited so hard again that she could not straighten up her waist after vomiting several times. And eight out of ten mouths were spitted on Yan Chen.
Finally, she couldn't vomit anymore. Yan Chen took out a blanket from the storage space and spread it on the big stone. He helped her lie on it and covered her with it.
After tidying up her body, Yan Chen went to change her dirty clothes.
He was very dirty this time.
So he simply changed out all his clothes, and then used a cleaning technique to really make his body tidy.
After changing into her own robe and returning to the princess, she was already asleep. Even though she was asleep, she was frowning, and her small face as big as a palm looked even more delicate under the blanket.
He sat next to her and held one of her hands: "Little fox..."
Her wrists were also as thin as a bone stick. Yan Chen felt like a knife was stirring in his heart, and he was already 80% sure that this was the real little fox! He has loved his wife for more than two hundred years...
She came to him, but he gave her a fatal blow—
He stretched out his hand to tuck her messy hair, but her little face suddenly wrinkled, then she turned over and vomited again with a whoosh.
However, what she vomited this time was not wine, but—
A mouthful of blood.
…
The blood was bright red and piercing to the eyes.
"Little fox!" Yan Chen's heart tightened and his face turned pale, as if he was the one who spit out the blood.
He held her fingertips and trembled slightly: "What's wrong with you?"
How could you vomit blood? Could it be... Could it be the sequelae of his palm
He was busy feeling her pulse. After a moment, he clenched his fingers tightly and felt the urge to stab himself!
It was indeed the sequelae of his palm. Judging from her pulse symptoms, his palm almost cut off her heart pulse!
Or it could be said that it had been cut off, but was forcibly reconnected...
The heart veins that are forcibly connected in this way are naturally fragile, and there is a danger of them being broken again if they are even slightly stimulated! After suffering such an injury, she would have to rest for at least half a year before she could be completely fine. However, she was so weak and drank so much wine that she was simply looking for death—
Strangely, although he was angry and struck out, he did not actually kill her because she looked too much like a little fox.
He clearly controlled his strength, how could he hurt her so badly
By the way, she said at that time that she had been tortured for nearly a month before escaping. Maybe she was already very weak at that time, which is why she was so seriously injured.
Yan Chen felt ashamed, regretful and painful. He couldn't help but raise his arms and hug her tightly. His voice was hoarse: "Little fox, I'm sorry-"
Lan Waihu's face was so pale that it was almost transparent. After spitting out the blood, she opened her eyes slightly.
After breathing for a moment, his eyes turned to Yan Chen's face, and he squinted at him for a moment: "Who... are you?"
Yan Chen: "..."
He took a breath, and introduced himself helplessly, just like she did when she didn't recognize him after drinking the fragment. "I'm Yan Chen."
"Yan Chen..." Lan Waihu murmured, his tone was calm, and he seemed to be emotionless: "Which Yan Chen?"
Yan Chen: "..."
He looked into her glass-clear eyes: "Your husband Yan Chen..."
Lan Waihu tilted his head, pursed his lips slightly, and said in a confused voice: "Husband... But, he doesn't want me anymore..."
Yan Chen choked and held her hand: "Little fox, I never didn't want you. I just recognized the wrong person. What you always wanted was you..."
"I admitted the wrong person..." Lan Waihu still murmured, not knowing whether he was awake or confused: "But... how could I admit the wrong person... He is my husband who has been with me for more than two hundred years. He often said that even if he skinned me He would also recognize my bones, but I obviously haven’t changed, but he doesn’t recognize me anymore, and even beat me—he doesn’t want me anymore…”
She seemed to be in a nightmare, muttering to herself.
Yan Chen was heartbroken and hugged her: "He is a bastard! Little fox, I'm sorry..."
"I originally didn't like to do that thing, but he liked to do it... I obeyed him, and I knew he was a little unhappy because of this. I was also trying my best to overcome this psychological barrier... I almost succeeded. But I had a baby, You can't do this when you have a baby. I didn't mean to shirk this. He and I slept in separate rooms... He became cold to me because of this... He didn't pay much attention to me. I was very sad... "
Yan Chen closed his eyes slightly and said hoarsely: "Little fox, I'm not angry with you, and I don't want to be cold to you, but... I'm just afraid that I can't control myself and make you annoying, so I try to stay away from you first, so as not to There's something wrong with me, I didn't expect you to misunderstand..."
Lan Waihu still closed his eyes, as if he was still in a nightmare:
(End of chapter)