in2ebook Chapter 196 Do you like him?
Chapter 196 Do you like him?
This question was difficult to answer. Mu Yao hooked her two onion-like index fingers together, stared at the tea with her beautiful eyes half-closed, and her long eyelashes hid the thoughts in her eyes.
Time passed by minute by minute. The flickering candlelight illuminated her thoughtful face, which was breathtakingly beautiful.
Shi Jingchan stopped the beat of his fingertips and stared at the beauty so close to him. His eyes became darker and darker, revealing a hint of warmth. He waited quietly for a reply, silently counting his breathing rate in his heart.
The boiling water gushed out from the kettle like a stream of water.
Mu Yao wrapped her arms around her chest, picked up the teapot and filled Shi Jingchan's cup with tea.
She raised her eyelids slightly, and the boy's face was reflected in her eyes.
"If you didn't care, you wouldn't have come." She smiled reservedly, like a rose bud about to bloom, so beautiful that it aroused endless reverie.
Shi Jingchan bit his tongue hard in an attempt to keep himself awake.
The strong smell of rust rushed into his mouth, accompanied by an intense pain, and a thin layer of frost appeared on his originally rosy lips.
"Are you... not feeling well?" Mu Yao noticed his abnormality and frowned slightly.
"Give me your hand." She wanted to take Shi Jingchan's pulse again and challenge the unknown territory.
"Aren't you afraid anymore?" The man's voice was low, hoarse, and well-worn.
Mu Yao hid the guilt deep in her eyes and nodded calmly.
Shi Jingchan rolled up a corner of his sleeves, revealing a wrist as white as jade, with blood vessels flowing on it, like green streams crisscrossing each other.
The palm connected to it blooms in the shape of a lotus, and the lotus stems are clearly visible, shining with crystal clear color under the candlelight.
Mu Yao gently touched that soft spot and felt the bone-chilling coldness once again.
"Have you...had a blood transfusion?" she asked uncertainly.
How could a person with severed meridians still be alive and well? With her ability, she couldn't think of a second possibility.
A faint light flashed in Shi Jingchan's eyes. He hesitated for a moment and nodded silently.
"Even a living god can't cure your illness?" Mu Yao got straight to the point.
“The medicine is not the right one.”
"Then what about the Eight Immortal Grass?"
Xiao Douxue told her that there might not be another Eight Immortal Grass in the whole Yunqi. And this kind of immortal grass can cure the world's strange poisons.
"What do you mean?" Shi Jingchan's eyes fluctuated. His parents had been searching for this herb for more than 20 years but had not found it.
Mu Yao's expression brightened up. She saw a hint of opportunity in Shi Jingchan's expression.
"Can I exchange a leaf of the Eight Immortals Grass for a few of the immortal whiskers of the Living God?"
Shi Jingchan gently shook the teacup in his hand, and the emerald green needles floated up and down, gradually turning into a clear light yellow color.
"You came here today specifically for the 'Living Immortal'?"
His tone seemed to carry a hint of emotion, making the calm atmosphere suddenly become gloomy.
"That's not the case. I noticed that your pulse was different that day, so I wanted to confirm it again." Mu Yao concealed seven-tenths of the truth and looked at him calmly. Her smiling eyes were like stars, and reflected in Shi Jingchan's eyes, as if it was the most healing smile in the world.
"Okay." He replied calmly.
Mu Yao was overjoyed, but then her expression suddenly dimmed.
"What's wrong?" Shi Jingchan noticed her mood change and asked in confusion.
Mu Yao sighed: "I don't have the Eight Immortal Grass with me, otherwise..."
The rest of the words were hard to say. She wanted to ask Shi Jingchan if he could give the fairy whiskers first, and then send someone to deliver the leaves of the Eight Immortal Grass when she got home?
"How about I go back with you?" Shi Jingchan continued speaking following Mu Yao's words.
Let’s go back to Lanling County together?
This was beyond Mu Yao's expectation. But after thinking about it carefully, it was a good idea.
Just like that, the two reached a consensus that night.
After leaving Luoyun Courtyard, Mu Yao unexpectedly met Wei Wushang at the door.
"Why are you here?"
When Wei Wushang saw her surprised look, he became even angrier.
"I still have to ask you this! Why are you looking for Shi Jingchan so late at night?"
Mu Yao took his arm and told him along the way about her exchange of the magic grass with Shi Jingchan.
"Can't you do it during the day? Why do you have to say it at night? You're alone in a room with a man and a woman. What if he has bad intentions and relies on you?"
Shi Jingchan's reaction gave Wei Wushang a bad signal. If a man had no interest in a woman, why would he let her into his house in the middle of the night to chat by candlelight?
Mu Yao's reaction made him even angrier. If a woman had no interest in a man, why would she run into his room in the middle of the night?
"Do you like him?" Wei Wushang returned to the courtyard in a rage and poured himself a cup of herbal tea.
"I don't like him! I looked for him several times but couldn't find him. Today he happened to come back, so..." Mu Yao denied it immediately.
"How many times did you look for him?" Wei Wushang's temper was instantly completely aroused by her.
"Xiao Douxue is paralyzed, but Shen Chutang and I are not! Won't you ask us to go with you?"
. . . . . .
Yes, why didn’t she think of it!
Mu Yao was silent, feeling guilty, and lowered her head.
Thinking back to Shi Jingchan's baggy clothes today, his shirt on his back instantly got soaked. Would he really be relying on himself?
Two forces were tearing at each other in the sea of heart.
In the end, Mu Yao calmed down and firmly believed that Shi Jingchan's cold and aloof personality meant that he must be a good person.
"Are you scared now?" Wei Wushang looked at the colorful expressions on her face and sneered.
Mu Yao felt extremely embarrassed by his mocking tone and became even more angry.
"I'll go check on Chu Tang."
She turned her back in anger, and before she could even lift her feet, a big hand grabbed her shoulders and threw her onto the bed.
Erlang suppressed his anger, with a bloodthirsty light in his eyes: "Did I tell you last time not to mention Shen Chutang in front of me again?"
"Who was it that swore solemnly a few days ago that he would listen to me in the future?"
Mu Yao's panic had already reached her throat. It was the first time she saw Wei Wushang staring at her with such bloodshot eyes.
She was overwhelmed by the burden and the man seemed really angry, not giving her any room to maneuver.
There was coolness on his lips, punishment in his hands, and danger in his eyes.
It was quiet and picturesque outside the window, but there was a violent storm inside the house.
The boy was breathing heavily, his big hands tightly gripping the slender waist of the girl under him, and constantly pressing her back into his arms.
The little hand sank into the black hair, pulling hard, and the crow feathers trembled slightly. The moisture gradually filled the vision and blurred the mind.
The radiance in the corners of the pretty girl's eyes fell into the eyes of the boy.
The rain gradually got heavier. Two shadows rolled in the darkness, sometimes sitting high in the clouds, and sometimes falling straight into the sky.
The soul floats in the air, and as the thunder falls into the flower mud, it quietly waits to be reshaped and fly in the sky again.