Chapter 115 Let Me Take a Sip

Chapter 115 Let Me Take a Sip

The blizzard that raged all night finally subsided at dawn.

The world was covered in a blanket of silver, desolate and vast.

Inside the carriage, the silver frost charcoal in the charcoal brazier had burned out, leaving only a few faint embers.

The air was slightly cool, but the extreme cold that could have frozen people to death had dissipated.

Pei Yunjing slowly opened his eyes, a long-lost clarity returning.

The seemingly endless roaring and screaming sounds in my mind miraculously disappeared at that moment.

My vision is clear, and although my body is still a little sore, the intense pain of being torn between ice and fire has subsided.

He is still alive.

Pei Yunjing moved his fingers and immediately felt a heavy, warm weight.

He lowered his head, his pupils dilating slightly.

Tangli looked like an octopus, clinging to him with both arms and legs, completely lacking any sense of decorum.

She had one leg brazenly pressed against his waist and abdomen, both hands tightly wrapped around his neck, her whole face buried in his chest, fast asleep, with even a trace of glistening... drool hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Their clothes were already disheveled from the chaos of the previous night.

At this moment, their skin was pressed together, their breaths mingled, their posture was extremely ambiguous, and... extremely shameful.

"..."

Pei Yunjing looked at the unsuspecting little woman in his arms, and the coldness in his eyes shattered bit by bit.

Last night, those vague fragments of memory flooded my mind.

How she took off her clothes to save him, how she wrapped her petite body tightly around him, and how she patted his back to lull him to sleep as he trembled in his nightmares...

This isn't a medicinal ingredient; it's clearly destiny.

"Hmm..."

Seemingly sensing that the "human mattress" beneath her had moved, Tang Li let out a dissatisfied groan.

She vaguely tried to turn over, wanting to break free from this suffocating feeling of being bound.

"It's so crowded...it's hot..."

She muttered to herself, trying to pull her leg back.

However, before she could escape, a large hand suddenly grabbed the back of her head, stopping her movement.

"Don't move."

Pei Yunjing's voice was unusually hoarse, carrying the languor of someone just waking up, as well as a deep-seated, morbid attachment.

Before Tang Li could react, she felt a powerful force coming at her.

Pei Yunjing pressed her towards him, then lowered his head and buried his face deeply in her warm, soft neck.

The skin there was delicate, exuding a faint medicinal fragrance and the unique scent of a young girl.

That was the source of his life.

"suck--"

Pei Yunjing closed his eyes and took a deep, greedy breath.

This breath was taken long and deep.

It's like a drowning person finally surfacing and taking their first breath of oxygen.

It's like a drug addict on the verge of death inhaling one last breath of life-saving smoke.

Tang Li's neck itched from his touch, and she instantly became much more awake.

"Your Highness?!"

She opened her eyes stiffly, realizing she was in an extremely dangerous position, and her face instantly turned bright red.

"What...what are you doing? I...I want to get up..."

"Don't move."

Pei Yunjing didn't look up, his head still buried in her neck, his voice muffled, yet carrying an unreasonable domineering air:

"Let me... take another breath."

This isn't flirting, this is recharging.

Tang Li: "..."

Take a puff? Am I a mint addict?

Feeling the man's warm breath on her skin and his gradually steady and strong heartbeat, Tang Li originally wanted to push his hand away, but in the end she gently let it go.

Fine, let him be, he's a patient, so let him smoke. It won't hurt him.

The carriage fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of their intertwined breaths, which sounded particularly tender in the dim morning light.

However, this haven of comfort was destined to be short-lived.

"Your Highness!"

Outside the car, Han Zheng's heavy and anxious voice suddenly broke the tranquil atmosphere.

"We've arrived at Yanmen Pass."

In that instant, Pei Yunjing's languid aura vanished.

He suddenly raised his head, the warmth in his eyes receding like the tide, replaced by the coldness and ruthlessness of a commander-in-chief.

"Change your clothes."

He released Tangli, stood up, and deftly straightened his disheveled clothes, restoring his aloof and unapproachable regent demeanor.

Even when he was draping the outer robe over Tangli, his movements were still incredibly meticulous.

"Stay close to me in a bit."

Pei Yunjing whispered a word of instruction, then reached out and abruptly lifted the heavy carriage curtain.

"Splash—"

A cold wind, carrying a strong stench of blood, instantly filled the warm carriage.

Tangli subconsciously looked out the window.

The next second, her pupils contracted sharply, her stomach churned, and she almost vomited.

Contrary to expectations, what lay before us was a true hell on earth.

On the snow-covered plains below Yanmen Pass, corpses lay strewn everywhere.

The soldiers of Dasheng, the barbarians of Beirong, and countless warhorses frozen to death covered the earth in dense layers.

Blood stained the white snow a glaring blackish-red, and broken banners fluttered in the cold wind, emitting a mournful wail.

The air was filled with the stench of corpses, burning, and death.

This is war—a brutal, naked, and utterly devoid of any beauty, a veritable hellscape.

Tang Li's face turned pale, and she subconsciously grabbed Pei Yunjing's arm.

Pei Yunjing felt her trembling, and his eyes instantly turned colder than the ice and snow outside. It was a murderous intent towards the enemy, and also anger towards this chaotic world.

But he didn't push her away. Instead, he grabbed her hand and held it tightly with his fingers, his grip so strong it seemed he wanted to crush her knuckles.

Are you scared?

Pei Yunjing looked at the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, his voice chillingly calm.

"I'm scared..." Tang Li's teeth chattered.

"If you're afraid, hold on tight to me."

Pei Yunjing turned his head and gave her a deep look.

At that moment, Tang Li realized that although he was looking at hell, the red light in his eyes was not out of control.

Because in his palm lies the only warmth in the world.

"Hell has arrived."

Pei Yunjing led her out of the carriage and into the blood-red snowstorm:

"As long as you are here, I have nothing to fear."