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Pei Guanjing collapsed onto the ground, exhausted, kneeling beside Ye Chen. Ignoring his own fatigue, he quickly reached out and patted Ye Chen's back. After coughing up several mouthfuls of river water, Ye Chen finally returned to normal.
Propping himself up with one hand, Ye Chen blinked and turned to Pei Guanjing with a hint of annoyance, just about to say, "You..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Pei Guanjing's heavy body toppled forward, landing squarely on top of Ye Chen, pinning him down.
"Hey, Pei Guanjing!" Ye Chen shouted.
With Pei Guanjing sprawled across him, his soaked clothes absorbed water and became unbearably heavy. No matter how hard Ye Chen pushed, he couldn't budge him.
Desperate, Ye Chen considered raising his hand to wake him up; the weight was making it hard for him to breathe. But when his gaze fell on the two arrows deeply embedded in Pei Guanjing's back, the hand that had been poised to strike suddenly softened and gently rested against Pei Guanjing's cheek.
He tenderly stroked the side of Pei Guanjing's face with his wet hand, applying a bit of pressure to lift his head. Gripping his chin, he said in an exasperated tone, "Pei Guanjing, you’ve finally fallen into my hands." A mischievous smile crept onto Ye Chen's lips.
However, as his eyes landed on the wounds, Ye Chen's smile froze instantly. Carefully struggling to slide out from under Pei Guanjing, he began to untie the knot that bound them together at their waists.
But for some reason, Pei Guanjing had tied it so tightly that despite his efforts—even using his teeth—Ye Chen couldn't loosen it. Feeling helpless, he glanced around; they were in a dense patch of reeds swaying in the wind, with no signs of anyone having passed through.
After a moment of hesitation, Ye Chen decided to remove Pei Guanjing's belt first and then took off his own. With the belts loosened, his pants slipped down immediately. The wet clothes clung uncomfortably to his skin; since there was no one around and Pei Guanjing was still unconscious, Ye Chen figured he might as well go without them.
Next, he began to unbutton Pei Guanjing's shirt. Sure enough, this man was like a "mute," likely injured when he was taken from king Ren’s Manor; he had been enduring in silence all this time while following Ye Chen for such a long distance.
Ye Chen's fingertips lightly brushed over the wounds on Pei Guanjing's chest, a wave of sorrow washing over him as a pang of pain stirred within.
Fortunately, Pei Guanjing always carried medicine powder with him. Ye Chen took out a vial from Pei Guanjing's inner pocket without hesitation and began to apply the medicine to his wounds.
After treating the injuries, he carefully wrapped the belt he had removed around Pei Guanjing's chest wound. As he reached around Pei Guanjing, he realized just how warm and broad his chest was.
The most troublesome part was dealing with the bow and arrow on his back.
After some thought, Ye Chen found some dry branches and used a flint to ignite a fire. He then took the silver hairpin that was stuck in his head and heated one end in the flames. This silver pin was something he had casually taken from king Ren’s Manor; he had considered taking a gold one, but it was too conspicuous, so he opted for silver instead.
Pei Guanjing hadn’t brought any Hemostatic Medicine. Ye Chen frowned as he glanced at the still unconscious Pei Guanjing, took a deep breath, lowered his head, and bit down on the bow and arrow on Pei Guanjing's back before pulling it out forcefully.
Blood gushed out instantly, splattering across the young man's fair face in a shocking display.
Pei Guanjing raised his brows slightly and slowly began to awaken. He turned his head to look at Ye Chen, who was closely pressed against his back, and with a vague smile said, "Ye Chen, are you kissing me?"
He must be delirious from fever.
Ye Chen spat out the bow and arrow from his mouth and quickly used the heated silver pin to cauterize the wound.
In the next moment, Pei Guanjing shuddered as his faint consciousness gradually returned. His gaze towards Ye Chen became clearer, but he merely smiled faintly without saying anything, though warmth nearly overflowed from his eyes.
Once the bleeding stopped, Ye Chen released the silver pin and poured some medicine powder onto a torn piece of cloth. He pressed it against Pei Guanjing's wound and proceeded to bandage it with the remaining belt.
This time, however, as he wrapped around Pei Guanjing's chest, he was awake. Pei Guanjing stared intently at Ye Chen with an intense gaze that made Ye Chen feel shy. He tossed the nearby torn cloth onto Pei Guanjing's face and said, "What are you looking at?"
Realizing that Ye Chen was shy, Pei Guanjing's soft laughter drifted through the air. He removed the torn cloth and looked down, only to discover that it was Ye Chen's undergarment. For a moment, he was taken aback, then he tightened his grip on the fabric and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply. His gaze followed Ye Chen once more, a smile of amusement and affection spreading across his face.
Ye Chen was tending to the remaining wounds on him. Seeing Pei Guanjing like this, he pressed down harder with the silver hairpin, causing it to sear the flesh with a sizzling sound. Yet Pei Guanjing merely winced, his lips turning pale and beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead, but he did not release the torn cloth from his grasp.
When Ye Chen needed the fabric to bandage the wound, he gently pulled it from Pei Guanjing's hand and realized that he had been using his own undergarment all along for the bandaging.
In an instant, Ye Chen's face turned crimson. He struggled to maintain his composure, trying to ignore Pei Guanjing's amused gaze. After wrapping up the last wound, he silently turned away, refusing to look at him again.
Sitting by the fire, Ye Chen felt as if a small rabbit was thumping wildly in his chest.
Noticing this, Pei Guanjing covered the butterfly knot that Ye Chen had tied on him and couldn't help but chuckle softly.
The young man heard Pei Guanjing's laughter but dared not turn around; he didn't know why he felt such trepidation. His heart raced in confusion.
Suddenly, a force came from behind and enveloped him in a warm embrace. Ye Chen gasped but quickly settled down. There was no one else behind him but Pei Guanjing; it could only be him.
Pei Guanjing held Ye Chen close, resting his chin lightly against his ear as he said with certainty, "You like me, Ye Chen."
His tone was definitive—a statement rather than a question.
Ye Chen had just relaxed against Pei Guanjing's back when he tensed up again, stammering, "N-no... Don't say that. I don't like you. I saved you... I was just afraid that your adoptive father wouldn't let my father go. Don't think too much into it."
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