Chapter 48 Kissing the Wound
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Chapter 48 Kissing the Wound
Night falls in the Regent's Palace, in the master bedroom.
The flickering candlelight cast long shadows of the two people, overlapping on the wall, creating an atmosphere of indescribable ambiguity and repression.
"Sit up."
Pei Yunjing held the priceless "Muscle Regeneration Powder" in his hand, sat on the edge of the bed, his voice still cold and icy, but his movements were extremely careful as he supported Tang Li's back.
It's time to change the medication.
Tang Li bit her lip, enduring the sharp pain from aggravating her wound, and slowly sat up straight.
She glanced at Pei Yunjing, hesitated for a moment, and whispered:
"Your Highness...why not let Uncle Zhao or a maid do it? We can't trouble you with such menial work..."
"Shut up."
Pei Yunjing gave her a cold glance, his rejection leaving no room for negotiation:
"No one is allowed to touch me except myself."
His tone carried an unquestionable domineering air, as if the wound were his private territory and anyone else's glance at it was an overstepping of authority.
Tang Li shrank back, not daring to utter another sound, and had no choice but to obediently untie the ties of her inner garment.
As her clothes slowly slipped down, one side of the girl's round, fair shoulder was revealed.
On that skin that was originally as perfect as mutton fat jade, a hideous and terrifying penetrating wound stood out starkly.
Although the wound had stopped bleeding and scabbed over, the skin and flesh were rolled back, and there was a horrifying bluish-purple ring around it.
Against that backdrop of snow-white skin, it looked like an ugly red centipede, completely ruining the beauty.
Tang Li looked down and, even though she was mentally prepared, she couldn't help but tear up.
Everyone has a love for beauty.
Moreover, this scar is so deep that it will probably never disappear in this lifetime.
"Is it... ugly?"
Tang Li sniffed, her voice thick with nasal tone and a hint of grievance:
"It's over... I'm truly a withered flower now. I'll never be able to get married..."
Pei Yunjing paused slightly as he poured the medicine powder.
He raised his eyes, his gaze falling heavily on the scar.
Is it ugly?
In the eyes of the world, it may be ugly, flawed, or disfigured.
But in Pei Yunjing's eyes...
The wound was a glaring, burning red.
It was left behind to save him.
It was this woman, who was afraid of death and pain, who shielded him from death with her own flesh and blood.
This is hardly a flaw.
This is clearly a medal she sacrificed for him.
It was also her mark that belonged to him...
"If it hurts, just yell it out."
Pei Yunjing did not answer the question about whether it was "ugly" or not.
He pursed his thin lips, his slender fingers dabbing at the medicinal powder, and meticulously sprinkled it onto the wound, bit by bit.
"hiss--!"
The moment the powder touched the wound, the burning pain made Tang Li shudder, and cold sweat instantly broke out.
She instinctively wanted to dodge.
"Don't move."
Pei Yunjing used his other hand to quickly and forcefully grab her intact right shoulder, holding her firmly in front of him.
"Bear with it. This medicine hurts, but it works fast."
Although his voice was cold, if you listened carefully, you could hear a very rare tension and... tenderness.
Finally, the medicine was applied.
Pei Yunjing took a clean white gauze and wrapped it around the hideous wound, round and round.
His movements were clumsy yet unusually earnest, as if he were packaging a fragile treasure.
Once the last layer of gauze is tied.
Tang Li thought it was over and was about to pull her clothes up.
However, Pei Yunjing did not back down.
He remained in that bent-over position, his incomparably handsome face only inches away from her shoulder.
The hot breath exhaled made Tangli's skin tremble slightly.
"Your Highness?"
Tang Li's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively wanted to back away.
Pei Yunjing suddenly gripped her shoulders tightly.
The next second.
He slowly lowered his noble head.
Under Tang Li's shocked and wide-eyed gaze, Pei Yunjing's two cold, thin lips moved with extreme piety and extreme restraint—
It landed on the edge of the blood-stained gauze on her shoulder.
It wasn't the kind of kiss that involved lust.
The kiss was light and cool.
It carried the bitterness of medicinal powder and the metallic smell of blood.
It's more like a marker.
Like a possessive dragon stamping its most treasured possession with a mark that says "private".
Tang Li's body stiffened, as if she had been struck by lightning, her mind went completely blank.
he……
What is he doing?
Kiss her...wound?
Pei Yunjing remained in that position for a moment.
The smell of blood seeping from under the gauze stimulated his nerves, reminding him how close this woman had been to death.
a long time.
He slowly raised his head.
Those deep, dark phoenix eyes were now unfathomable, churning with complex emotions that Tang Li couldn't decipher.
There was guilt, lingering fear, and even more so, a chilling obsession.
His fingertips gently caressed the edge of the gauze, his voice hoarse and deep, as if resonating from his chest:
"Tangli".
He looked into her eyes and pronounced his verdict, word by word:
"Consider this scar something I owe you."
"As long as I live..."
Pei Yunjing's eyes darkened, and a chilling, bloodthirsty aura emanated from his tone:
"No one in this world can make you bleed a single drop."
No one but himself.
After saying that, he let go of her hand, helped her straighten her clothes, and regained his indifferent demeanor.
It was as if the intense kiss just now was merely Tangli's illusion.
"Go to sleep."
Pei Yunjing blew out the candle by the bedside and sat back down in the dark in his own chair.
Like a guardian deity, and also like a vicious beast guarding its prey.
Tang Li lay in the darkness, her hand covering the gauze on her shoulder.
The coolness of his lips seemed to linger there.
It was cold, yet it burned her heart.
This madman...
Could it be that he's really... harboring some terrible thoughts?