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Hibiscus smiled instead of getting angry, "No wonder you are Yun Zhongzi's favored disciple. Your skills in poisoning and harming others are truly impressive. I do not want a servant like you, with white hair like a monster, tarnishing the reputation of the Mu Family."
Fengyin lowered her head, "I promise you." She stood up and revived the unconscious Seven Nights. He was no longer the Seven Night Demon Lord of the past, just a spent force, so the same soft bone powder had caused him to faint again.
"You shouldn't promise him. I don't care about myself; I only care about you." Seven Nights said firmly, having already made that decision.
Fengyin placed Xuanbing in his hand, "Tomorrow I will take you down the mountain. There are no natural hot springs on Misty Mountain for your healing; we will go down to find some. We will borrow the energy of heaven and earth to completely dispel the demonic obstacles within you and gather some heavenly materials for you to consume. Your hair can return to its natural state."
"What about you?"
Fengyin did not speak but stood beside Hibiscus.
Hibiscus snorted coldly and kicked open the door to leave, with Fengyin following behind. Seven Nights wanted to stop them, but he had long since exhausted his internal strength.
Aside from his mother, she was the only woman who treated him well. For him, she had exhausted her true energy, turning her hair white; for her, she studied pharmacology day and night; for him, she went alone to deep ravines to gather herbs despite having lost her martial arts; for him, she was willing to demean herself so much.
"Uncle Zhang, you must go save Fengyin." He could only call out loudly for Old Zhang. Old Zhang was playing chess with Zhou Gong when this shout nearly knocked him off his seat. He hurriedly asked, "What happened?"
When he came out and saw Seven Nights with red eyes again, he quickly said, "Seven Nights, please don't act impulsively! My Niuniu has worked hard for three years just to save you. Don't let everything repeat itself."
Seven Nights hoarsely urged, "Then hurry and stop her!"
Old Zhang sighed deeply. He hoped Niuniu wouldn't do anything foolish. As he stepped outside and saw Hibiscus, he felt slightly relieved. Turning back to check on Seven Nights, he found him back to normal. "Uncle Zhang, why did you come back?" He looked behind Old Zhang, but there was no sign of Fengyin.
Old Zhang awkwardly replied, "An old man can't keep up with the young ones. Seven Nights, please remain calm and control your demonic obstacles so that my Niuniu and your father can be at ease."
Seven Nights nodded. The former Seven Night Demon Lord now had no chance to fight back against the people of the Mu Family.
At the Mu Family Villa.
"Tell me what you're most afraid of?" Hibiscus asked as she looked at her kneeling figure.
Fengyin looked up at Hibiscus in confusion; her greatest fear was losing.
"Not going to say it? Speak up." In Hibiscus's beautiful palm was a Peach-Colored Pill.
Fengyin is a doctor; she only needs to observe and smell to know that this is a seductive drug, a substance used to toy with women. She obediently opens her mouth, her misty eyes watching him feed the pink pill into her mouth, as if it were merely a piece of candy.
"Leave now."
"Yes, young master."
The servants bow and retreat.
Hibiscus removes her jade hairpin, letting her black hair fall loose, shedding her luxurious garments, reclining on the bed with an exceptionally lazy demeanor. She tilts her head slightly to look at Fengyin, who is kneeling on the ground, only seeing the white hair cascading down, somewhat unfamiliar, as if she were not the person from his memories.
"Lift your head." It is only upon seeing that face that she returns to her lazy demeanor. "Come over here."
Fengyin takes a deep breath, suppressing her restless body and heart. She slowly walks to Hibiscus's side and asks, "Can you serve in bed?"
Fengyin shakes her head.
"Can you undress?"
Fengyin nods.
"Then undress."
She is not the legendary Goddess, the medical fairy? Ha, Goddess.
Fengyin nods, loosening her belt, removing her gauzy robe, flowing skirt, and inner garments, until only a bellyband remains. Her shoulders tremble slightly, perhaps from the cold.
The pink bellyband falls away. Due to the effects of the drug, her body is now lightly flushed pink, her cheeks rosy, and beads of sweat are forming on her nose tip, forehead, and back.
Hibiscus's indifferent gaze resembles that of someone looking at a distant painting, as if this dream has nothing to do with him.
"Come to bed."
Fengyin kneels on the ground, unmoved.
"Is it shameful to please me?" Hibiscus scoffs. "If I remember correctly, you keep saying that I have helped you and that you must repay me. Today I have given you Xuanbing, and you said you would agree to any condition. Are you regretting it now?"
Fengyin lowered her body, her head heavily hitting the footboard of the bed. "I have no regrets," she said. When she lifted her eyes, the clarity was gone, replaced by confusion as she crawled onto Hibiscus's bed.
Her eyes were enchanting, soft as if boneless, clinging to him. Her body was hot, emitting sounds like a small cat, which made him smile. Finally, when she tried to get off the bed, he grabbed her bare foot and dragged her back. She cried and held him tightly; she was truly in pain, really suffering. Hibiscus wiped away her tears and pushed her away. Two hours had passed; her dazed eyes were filled with bright red veins, and her lips had been bitten until they bled. Finally, unable to endure the torment of desire within her any longer, she desperately threw herself against the wall but only crashed into his embrace. Hibiscus frowned and shoved the antidote into her mouth. Watching her tremble incessantly, her gaze eventually returned to clarity.
"You will sleep by the bedside tonight."
Fengyin nodded, dressed herself, turned her back to him on the bed, and lay down on the cold hard floor with her eyes closed. The person in her heart had died tonight.
We were not like this originally.
Love could have been better.
Perhaps she was too tired; she had already fallen asleep while he remained awake.
The next morning, Fengyin woke up, surprisingly feeling no coldness. Turning to look at Hibiscus, who was still asleep in bed, she quietly left.
As soon as the door closed, the person in bed opened his eyes. It seemed as if her fragrance still lingered by his side; it felt like his world had long been without her—
I am called a dividing line.
T.T Thank you to the princess's garden; it's my first time receiving a reward for Cheating. The "Memories of Chang'an" you recommended is something I really like.
In ancient times and now, spring arrives with flowers blooming and swallows singing.
A solitary cup reflects the moon without a shadow; only a remnant candle waits for dawn.
The world is unpredictable; the wind is formless while clouds drift across the sky—when will it be clear?
Sighing alone over joys and sorrows that no one hears; when will the snow city find peace?
Remembering Chang'an as past events fade like smoke,
Dreams of fragrance unbroken—only seeking tomorrow's wine like an immortal.
Remembering Chang'an feels like spring's Ripple waves,
Ripples turning into endless longing shores.
Waiting for flowers to bloom again and the moon to be full so we can connect our souls in dreams once more.
In ancient times and now, spring arrives with flowers blooming and swallows singing.
A solitary cup reflects the moon without a shadow; only a remnant candle waits for dawn.
The world is unpredictable; the wind is formless while clouds drift across the sky—when will it be clear?
Sighing alone over joys and sorrows that no one hears; when will the snow city find peace?
Remembering Chang'an as past events fade like smoke,
Dreams of fragrance unbroken—only seeking tomorrow's wine like an immortal.
Remembering Chang'an feels like spring's Ripple waves,
Ripples turning into endless longing shores.
Waiting for flowers to bloom again and the moon to be full so we can connect our souls in dreams once more.
Remembering Chang'an as past events fade like smoke,
Dreams of fragrance unbroken—only seeking tomorrow's wine like an immortal.
Remembering Chang'an feels like spring's Ripple waves,
Ripples turning into endless longing shores.
Waiting for flowers to bloom again and the moon to be full so we can connect our souls in dreams once more.
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