Would You Like to Have a Drink

Zong Luo had a fatal weakness.

Saying anything to him well and speaking to him forcefully may result in two outcomes.

Commonly known as eating soft instead of hard. (TL: is a proverb, which means that you will never give in to those with a tough attitude, but you will easily obey good words)

If Yu Beizhou still treated him condescendingly as before, acting extremely big with the appearance of ‘you owe me, you have to repay me’, Zong Luo’s rebellious nature would definitely kick in. He would leave as soon as he was done with his duties, without uttering an extra word.

Unfortunately, Yu Beizhou didn’t.

He was so feverish that his brain was muddled. He didn’t even know what nonsense he was spouting, yet he still clung to Zong Luo, holding him tightly in his bloody arms, burying his head in his shoulder. His body was as hot as a furnace, and he would occasionally nuzzle his head against Zong Luo, just like… just like…

Zong Luo really didn’t want to say that Yu Beizhou was acting coquettishly, but in fact, that’s exactly what he was doing.

But Zong Luo knew that the more Yu Beizhou acted like this, the more credible his words were.

After all, when this man was sober, his words were like a knife, not stopping until they drew blood.

“Senior brother…”

This person’s voice still had a slightly trembling nasal sound, which was so sexy.

His fluffy head was buried in Zong Luo’s shoulder, his long, ink-like hair spread across Zong Luo’s chest. The breath from his mouth and nose tickled Zong Luo’s neck.

In an instant, Zong Luo’s previously cold heart softened.

Forget it, let’s put aside all those grudges for now. He couldn’t possibly hold a grudge against a feverish patient who was out of his mind.

He patted Yu Beizhou’s back somewhat helplessly. “Get up, drink the medicine.”

The latter didn’t respond at all. The arm holding him even tightened a bit more, pulling him closer.

Zong Luo: “….”

Zong Luo: “If you don’t take it, I’ll leave.”

The feverish young man in red suddenly raised his head.

“Yu Beizhou?” Zong Luo was startled by him.

As if in response, under the flickering firelight, Yu Beizhou slowly opened his eyes.

Unlike his usual arrogant and provocative eyes, his beautiful phoenix eyes were now moist and filled with confusion, like a big dog drenched in rain.

Most importantly, the aggressive look in his eyes was gone. He just stared straight at the prince in white, as if he couldn’t get enough.

Sure enough, even though his mind was muddled from the fever, he still had the most basic ability to think. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have instinctively held on when he heard him say he was leaving.

“Since you can hear me, then quickly open your mouth,” Zong Luo said gruffly.

The latter actually did just that, allowing Zong Luo to pour medicine into his mouth from the bottle. Then he took a full mouthful and looked at the person in front of him in confusion.

Zong Luo didn’t know what was wrong with him. Seeing the medicine trickle down from those thin lips, he reached into his mouth to feel around, only to realize that the medicine he had just poured was still in his mouth. He couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time, “Swallow it.”

The young man in red blinked twice and obediently did as he was told.

His Adam’s apple bobbed twice, and then he came over as if to take credit.

This side of Yu Beizhou really left Zong Luo at a loss for words.

He had never seen this protagonist of the original book, the heavens favored one who was adored by all, in such a pitiful and vulnerable state. Even taking medicine required hand-holding. And he was so obedient, that he would go south and never faced north.

One feed, one swallow, and in a short time, the medicine in the jade bottle was finished.

After taking the medicine, the next step was to wait for the vomiting and detoxification.

Strangely enough, after taking the medicine, the other party’s body temperature showed no signs of dropping. It was still as hot and scorching as ever.

Just as Zong Luo was about to break free from this suffocating embrace, the other party suddenly turned his head.

Those beautifully shaped thin lips touched the clearly defined fingers. Carefully, from inside to outside, like tasting a delicacy, he licked the slender knuckles up and down, even carefully avoiding the sharp little canine teeth.

Finally, the crimson tongue was retracted, and he cleaned his mouth, saying earnestly, “Eaten cleanly.”

Zong Luo: “……..” Who can stand this?!

Facing that face that seemed to be a gift from the Creator, Zong Luo felt a certain part of him start to lose control again.

Help! Have you really been infected and turned into a pervert?!

Zong Luo was powerless to say anything more about this naturally occurring physiological phenomenon. He just instinctively curled up his body, trying to hide this embarrassing change.

“Do you feel like vomiting?” he asked, changing the subject.

After a while, Yu Beizhou slowly shook his head, his face still flushed.

He looked a bit aggrieved and after a long time, he said, “Senior brother, I… I feel so uncomfortable.”

Just as Zong Luo was about to ask him where he was uncomfortable, he felt something hard press against him.

When Yu Beizhou took the medicine just now, he had slightly loosened his grip, and they were not as close as before. Plus, Zong Luo had deliberately put some distance between them to hide his embarrassment.

But unexpectedly, in just a short time, the two of them fell into the same situation as last time in this dark room.

“Here. It’s so uncomfortable.”

His raven-like eyelashes fluttered down like little fans, blinking and flashing, the red corners of his eyes burning.

Zong Luo felt his entire body stiffen even more. His gaze began to dodge, but he couldn’t help but return to the beautiful face in front of him. After a moment, he felt a bit heartbroken and could only awkwardly say, “Don’t you want to vomit now?”

As if sensing the slightly cooler temperature of the prince in white, the young man in red couldn’t help but lean forward, hugging him tightly, rubbing against him as if it could alleviate his discomfort. He hoarsely said, “Only that place wants to vomit.”

Zong Luo just wanted to slap himself right now.

Earlier at the Great Witch Temple, he was too anxious and didn’t listen to the Great Witch’s words completely. Now it seemed that he didn’t understand whether Yu Beizhou’s “vomiting” was the detoxification mentioned by the Great Witch, or the physiological desire triggered by the previous illness.

According to witchcraft, anything that was expelled should be considered part of detoxification.

After saying he was uncomfortable once, Yu Beizhou fell silent.

However, Zong Luo could still tell something was wrong from his rising temperature and trembling eyelashes.

Drip, crackle–

The dark room was silent, only the dripping blood and the crackling of the fire fold could be heard.

Tomorrow, he would either die or leave the Imperial City.

At the moment the fire fold extinguished, Zong Luo closed his eyes, and the hand hanging by his side slowly lifted.

He felt that he must be crazy.

Otherwise, why would this hand touch the scorching chest, going down, further down, touching the Tai’A sword?

Tai’A was one of the top ten famous swords in the world, a fiery red evil sword, forged with human sacrifice. Now, this sword was hard, scorching, and bulging.

The moment he finally grasped it, it even bounced in the slender hand of the prince in white.