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"I'm still a virgin?" Zhao Han's gaze fell on Meng Liu, who was still continuously expelling white fluid from her opening. He stared at the small spot of bright red on the ground, and his usually unflappable eyes stirred with emotion.
Meng Liu's cheeks were still flushed from her recent climax, the corners of her eyes slightly raised, giving her a naturally alluring look. However, she shyly lowered her gaze, her voice soft and tender like a ripe taro. "Young Master Song An hasn't had the chance to consummate with me yet..."
The air fell into silence for a moment. Meng Liu, tugging at her clothes that had been torn apart and offered little coverage, crawled down from Zhao Han. Her undergarments were completely ruined, so she could only gather her skirt to awkwardly cover her bare legs. Suddenly, a robe flew over from the other side and perfectly covered her lower half as Zhao Han's cold voice came through.
"It's cold; cover yourself." Zhao Han had already tidied up his clothes. Meng Liu had been careful when removing his garments, so he was fully dressed except for one outer robe, which was no big deal.
Thinking about the awkward moment when Zhao Han woke up today, Meng Liu blushed and hesitated for a long time before preparing to explain herself. Although her reputation was already tarnished beyond repair, she still didn't want Zhao Han to misunderstand her.
"What just happened... wasn't..." Meng Liu's voice trailed off; she simply couldn't bring herself to say those words.
"Yes, it was snake venom," Zhao Han interjected, completing her unfinished sentence, possibly explaining for himself as well.
Meng Liu nodded, clutching Zhao Han's robe shyly without daring to look up. When Zhao Han's footsteps sounded again, she nervously raised her head, but as soon as their eyes met, he looked away.
"I'm going out to find some herbs." Zhao Han had noticed the obvious wound between his legs when he was tidying himself up. There were still traces of blood on the ground nearby. Understanding that he had misunderstood, Meng Liu probably just wanted to help him treat his wound; it was he who ended up doing something so absurd.
After Zhao Han left, Meng Liu mustered the courage to pull up her dress a bit to see what was happening below her. The swollen flesh of her opening was still smeared with white fluid, mixed with a few strands of blood. Clear liquid continuously oozed out from the gap that had yet to close completely after being stretched open by that thick member.
She had only been sitting for a short while when the fabric beneath her became soaked with the fluids she expelled. Meng Liu pulled out a handkerchief from her bosom but found it covered in white fluid as well—exactly what she had used to wipe earlier.
For a moment, Meng Liu felt at a loss. Her undergarments were torn by Zhao Han and could no longer be worn. Now completely bare below, if she didn't clean herself soon, everything would flow down her legs as soon as she stood up...
Just thinking about such a scene made Meng Liu's face turn crimson. As she hesitated whether to tear off another piece of fabric from her skirt for cleaning, a large hand suddenly reached over from the other side, offering a dark handkerchief that had been intentionally dampened and neatly folded in front of her.
"Use this." Zhao Han said just those three words before falling silent again. As soon as Meng Liu took the handkerchief, she immediately stepped back far away and stood at the cave entrance with her back turned to him.
It wasn't until Meng Liu had thoroughly cleaned herself that Zhao Han re-entered from the cave entrance, holding a pile of herbs in his arms. He sat silently on a stone not far away to process them. The moment Meng Liu looked up, she could see his back; there seemed to be some special aura about Zhao Han that made her feel at ease just by watching him from afar.
She was still wrapped in Zhao Han's outer robe, inhaling his unique scent—a fragrance reminiscent of pinewood that was rich and pleasant—contrasting sharply with his cold demeanor yet complementing it perfectly.
After a moment, Zhao Han suddenly turned around. Meng Liu hurriedly avoided his gaze but caught a whiff of the bitter herbal scent as he handed her a crude pill. "Antidote for snake venom."
The nature of snakes is inherently lewd; perhaps the snake that bit Zhao Han was also special. The venom spreading within him bore some resemblance to potent aphrodisiacs, causing him to lose control and commit grave mistakes. With limited medicinal resources available now, they could only hope these herbs would help suppress the snake venom temporarily.
Meng Liu frowned and swallowed the herb despite its bitterness. As Zhao Han watched her swallow it and prepared to turn away, she bravely reached out and grabbed the corner of his garment.
"Zhao Han," Meng Liu's voice was very low, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind. Yet she held onto his garment tightly without loosening her grip. Summoning courage, she looked up with tearful peach blossom eyes full of pity. "Last night..."
"What happened last night, Madam?" Zhao Han's voice was as cold as his demeanor; he ruthlessly shot back at her with no mercy, leaving no room for further words.
Meng Liu's face turned pale instantly from its previous blush; even the fingers gripping Zhao Han's garment turned white from tension. After quite some time, she stiffly released her grip and spoke in a hoarse voice: "I understand now, Guard Zhao."
Meng Liu had been married into the Song Family for a short time, but she had never heard Zhao Han call her Madam. She knew that Zhao Han thought she had other intentions and was not sincere. Later, she was accused of plotting against Song An for no reason. Zhao Han always called her by her full name. This was the first and only time that Zhao Han actually called her Madam. This was after her husband Song An had passed away. She had just had sex with Zhao Han last night, so there was no need to ask what Zhao Han meant. Until the night fell again, Meng Liu sat there without moving. She repeatedly crumpled and smoothed the outer robe of Zhao Han on her body until a cold wind blew by. She shuddered and raised her head. Zhao Han was still sitting upright by the fire, holding his long sword in his arms without moving. Meng Liu felt uncomfortable, but the temperature in the wild dropped too quickly at night, and the scorching heat of the fire was too attractive. She walked over holding Zhao Han's clothes, but when she got closer, she found something wrong. Zhao Han seemed to be dozing with the sword in his arms, but his cheeks were abnormally red, and his eyebrows were tightly furrowed, which was somewhat similar to the situation last night. Meng Liu raised her hand and tried to push Zhao Han's shoulder. Not only did he not wake up, he also fell to the other side in a daze. Meng Liu had to drag and hold him back, but she accidentally used too much strength. Zhao Han's whole body pressed on her, and his head was very close to her, and his hot breath hit her side face. " Guard Zhao? Zhao Han! Wake up!" Meng Liu was pinned down by him and couldn't move. She could only slap Zhao Han's cheek with one hand. Just when Meng Liu thought she couldn't wake him up, Zhao Han suddenly opened his eyes. "Meng Liu." Zhao Han called her name, his voice was low and hoarse, revealing some doubts, as if he was doubting her identity. In order to prevent being misunderstood by Zhao Han again, Meng Liu quickly let go of the hand that was supporting Zhao Han to prove her innocence, but as soon as she let go, Zhao Han's half body fell heavily on her, completely pinning her down and making her unable to move. "Zhao Han you, you hurry up..." Meng Liu raised her hand to push, but the size difference between the two was too obvious. She tried her best but couldn't shake Zhao Han's body at all. Instead, he grabbed her hand and pressed her head, making her completely unable to move. Soon Meng Liu realized that Zhao Han was not right. He did not seem to be really awake. His eyes, which were usually cold, seemed to be covered with a layer of mist at this moment. He looked at her with a strong desire that was frightening. Without waiting for Meng Liu to react, Zhao Han kissed her fiercely, with the scorching temperature in the cold night. Meng Liu was pressed under him and could not move at all. As she twisted and struggled, a hard object suddenly pressed against her waist, with the same scorching temperature as Zhao Han's kiss. Meng Liu almost understood what that thing was at once, but her strength was too far behind Zhao Han. She could only watch as Zhao Han freed one hand and violently ripped open her already tattered outer shirt, revealing her body wearing only a colorful bellyband underneath. Because of the struggle, the two round and full breasts on Meng Liu's chest almost overflowed from both sides, and were all seen by Zhao Han.
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