Chapter 37

As the sky gradually darkened, the person on the bed still showed no signs of waking up.

Shen Yao Xing couldn’t help but feel worried. If she hadn’t confirmed that he was still breathing, she would have thought this person had died from poisoning.

She looked at the sky outside, which had already turned completely dark. It was certainly impossible to go out and invite a doctor now. Shen Yao Xing walked to the bedside and stared at the man’s face for a long while.

Well, if he still doesn’t wake up tomorrow, she’ll find someone else to take a look.

Just as Shen Yao Xing, having made this decision to herself, was about to go downstairs to open another room, the person on the bed suddenly showed a reaction. He let out a low groan of discomfort, his picture-perfect brows furrowed, and his hand clenched into a fist.

Shen Yao Xing, who was about to leave, turned back, thinking he was about to wake up, and quickly walked over. However, she saw that the man’s eyes were still tightly shut, his pale forehead beaded with fine sweat, his complexion looking as if he was immersed in a nightmare.

“Eh?” Shen Yao Xing gently pushed his arm.

The man’s brow furrowed even more, his long eyelashes fluttering like wings, as if struggling to open his eyelids.

His lips were pale without a trace of blood color, parting slightly as if gasping for air. In the candlelight, one could see the red, tender color inside his mouth and the moisture. That face, which usually seemed covered in frost, now had no trace of coldness, looking so fragile as if it would shatter at a touch.

This weak appearance indeed looked somewhat pitiful. Shen Yao Xing stood watching for quite a while, and finally gave in. She went out to fetch some cool water, soaked a handkerchief, and somewhat roughly helped wipe the sweat from his face.

During this, she noticed the man’s lips moving slightly. Shen Yao Xing curiously tilted her head and leaned in a bit, but still couldn’t hear what he was saying.

She pushed his arm again: “Are you awake? If you’re awake, get up. Don’t pretend here.”

The man still didn’t make a sound, his tightly closed eyes no longer fluttering.

Noticing his somewhat dry lips, Shen Yao Xing impatiently clicked her tongue, got up to pour a cup of tea, and fed it to him through his tightly closed mouth. The tea water trickled down the corners of his mouth, along the man’s beautiful jawline, and dripped onto his jet-black hair.

Seeing this, the inexperienced Shen Yao Xing frowned. She simply reached out and directly pinched his cheeks, forcing him to open his mouth, and poured the remaining tea into his mouth.

The man’s jade-white cheeks were pinched red, bringing some color to his face. In the dim candlelight, it had a misty, alluring feel, like a celestial being fallen into the mortal world, touched by earthly smoke and fire, making people infatuated and crazed for him.

Shen Yao Xing couldn’t help but rub her fingers, marveling inwardly that this person’s skin was softer than she had imagined!

That feeling was even softer than touching tofu pudding, truly not matching that cold face of his usual days.

She put the cup aside, crouched down and leaned on the edge of the bed, glancing at the man’s sleeping profile. Her fingers, gripping the edge of the bed, twitched slightly, and she couldn’t resist poking his face.

The touch was so good it made one jealous. “How does this person take care of his skin……”

Just as the girl finished mumbling, the man on the bed suddenly trembled his eyelashes and slowly opened his narrow eyes. Even though his mind was in a fog, he immediately sensed something unusual beside him.

Jiang Ming Yue’s eyes flashed with an icy light. He gathered a thin layer of internal energy in the hand at his side, suddenly flipping over and using his hand as a palm, striking directly towards the person’s crown.

The thin mist before his eyes suddenly receded, and the girl’s shocked expression came into view. Jiang Ming Yue’s heart trembled violently, his beautiful eyes widening slightly. His raised hand, in a moment of regret, was already blocked by her.

Shen Yao Xing grabbed his wrist, her heart filled with fear. Fortunately, her reaction was quick and this person was still weak. Otherwise, if that palm had struck down, who knows if her skull would have shattered.

“Are you sick?!” Shen Yao Xing glared at him in disbelief.

She had just poked his face a bit, yet this person wanted her life!

The man’s face grew even paler. He averted his gaze, trying to pull back his hand but lacking the strength. Seeing the girl glaring at him like this, he couldn’t help but purse his thin lips, his voice softer than his usual tone: “Let go…”

So hot…

The heat from his wrist felt as if it would burn him, making it increasingly difficult for him to think, his mind in chaos.

“Ha,” Shen Yao Xing, unaware of the man’s delicate thoughts, stood up while gripping his wrist, saying with some resentment: “Let go of you and then wait for you to kill me?”

But holding onto him like this wasn’t a solution either. As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Yao Xing immediately let go of the man’s hand and retreated to behind the tea table before feeling at ease. She was about to scold him, but on second thought, she realized she had indeed been rude earlier, so she swallowed her scolding words after a moment’s hesitation.

Crossing her arms and slightly raising her chin, she asked in an annoyed tone: “Are you alright now?”

The man, dressed in a snow-white robe edged with silver threads, was half-sitting on the bed. The white robe covered half the bed, his black hair falling like mist on his shoulders. The two extreme colors were pleasing to the eye in the soft candlelight. His delicate face, looking somewhat fragile, was as fine as a painting, out of place in this simple room.

Jiang Ming Yue lowered his eyes, shifted his body to sit up against the headboard, not looking at her. He took a deep breath, his voice returning to its cool tone: “Ming Yue is fine.”

“That’s good then, you rest, I’m leaving.”

“Wait,” Jiang Ming Yue called out to the girl who was about to leave. When she looked back, he averted his gaze again. The wrist that had been grabbed by the girl started to feel slightly hot, the warmth spreading all the way to his fingertips. His fingers trembled slightly before clenching into a fist. His thin lips moved: “Just now… I didn’t mean to.”

Shen Yao Xing was stunned. Was this person explaining to her?

It seems he still had a bit of conscience. Shen Yao Xing nodded.

The air was silent for a moment. Jiang Ming Yue unclenched his tight fist, his voice gentle: “You… why did you save me?”

He thought she would have wanted him dead, just like… he once wanted her dead too.

“Because you’ve helped me before,” the girl answered without hesitation, in a pure and matter-of-fact manner. “You’ve helped me, so of course I should help you back.”

So that’s why…

Jiang Ming Yue couldn’t describe what he felt. By the time he reacted, he was alone in the room.

After a long silence, he finally turned his gaze towards the door. Raising his hand to press against his forehead, his downcast eyes covered with a thin mist. Whether it was the sensation from earlier or the tingling in his heart, both were unprecedented, leaving him at a loss for how to react.

His fingers touched his chest. The man frowned, wondering if the poison had not yet dissipated.

Since that was the case, he might as well rest for two days before returning. Jiang Ming Yue lay back down on the bed, his cold eyes staring at the ceiling. Recalling the sensation on his face when he woke up, his hand unconsciously raised, stopping just as it was about to touch his face.

The man’s eyes suddenly turned cold. He lowered his hand and sneered, “Just a hooligan.”

Considering that she had saved him, he wouldn’t bother with her.

Jiang Ming Yue let out a light snort, turned to his side, his fingers touching his wrist, his eyes cold and fierce. Qian She Men, once he had recovered, he would make them beg for life and be denied, beg for death and be refused.

The next morning, Shen Yao Xing leisurely went to the hall to have breakfast. After finishing, she suddenly remembered that extra person. His body hadn’t recovered yet, should she go the extra mile and bring him breakfast?

Shen Yao Xing didn’t think for too long. Ignoring Meng Xin Yi’s puzzled gaze, she took the meal prepared by the shop assistant and brought it to his door. Using her foot instead of her hand, she kicked the door lightly. Soon, the man’s pleasant voice came from inside.

“Come in.”

For a moment, Shen Yao Xing felt like she was a servant girl. If it weren’t for fear that his enemies might come looking for him and cause more trouble, why would she trouble herself like this?

As the door opened, Jiang Ming Yue turned his head to see the girl’s unhappy face. For some unknown reason, he felt a strange sense of pleasure in his heart. He didn’t know where this feeling came from, but even though the girl’s tone was harsh, that pleasure didn’t diminish but increased.

“Eat,” Shen Yao Xing said with a sour face, placing the tray on the table rather ungently.

Jiang Ming Yue glanced at the half bowl of thin porridge and small dishes of side dishes. His thin lips slightly pursed. As the girl turned to leave, a faint light flashed in his eyes, and he said softly, “I want to wash up.”

As expected, the girl’s figure froze, and she slowly turned back: “So?”

The long fingers under his wide sleeves curled, pressing against his warm palm. The man’s upturned eye corners were hard to hide their charm, yet his face remained coldly indifferent. His gaze never met hers: “Then I’ll trouble Miss Shen.”

“……” Shen Yao Xing really wanted to slap him. Did he think she was his mother?

“At a time like this, don’t worry about such things. You should rest more and go home early.” Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between the girl’s teeth.

Jiang Ming Yue acted as if he hadn’t noticed: “Since Miss Shen is willing to help, why not help completely?”

This is exactly the kind of person who takes a mile when given an inch. Shen Yao Xing didn’t want to bother at all and turned to leave.

“If Miss Shen is willing to help, I will certainly repay generously in the future.” The man’s thin lips curved slightly, his dark eyes staring straight at the girl’s back.

“What kind of generous reward?” Shen Yao Xing immediately turned back.

Jiang Ming Yue naturally shifted his gaze, directly pointing out what she currently needed: “As long as Miss Shen can help me safely get through these two days, then all of Miss Shen’s expenses in Jiaohuang City will be covered by me.”

“You said it!”

Waiting only for these words, Shen Yao Xing quickly agreed, afraid that the man might change his mind. Now what she lacked was money. With his help, she wouldn’t have to chase after those criminals all day long!

The girl’s eyes were particularly bright at this moment. Jiang Ming Yue turned to look at her once before averting his gaze. A wave of heat spread from his ears again, and his eyes instantly turned cold: “Miss Shen had better prepare the water before Ming Yue changes his mind.”

“Alright, wait a moment.”

Shen Yao Xing scurried out and came back hugging a huge bathtub, so large that it covered her entire body, leaving only her feet visible.

She carefully placed the bathtub in the center of the room, afraid that the hot water inside might splash out.

After moving such a large tub of hot water, not a single drop of sweat could be seen on the girl’s face. Her strength was so great that it was hard not to take notice.

Jiang Ming Yue stood by the window, wiping Floating Snow with a silk cloth. He cast a lazy glance at her and said softly, “I’ll have to trouble Miss Shen to buy two sets of clothes for Ming Yue. Remember to get better quality fabric.”

Shen Yao Xing made a mental note, her voice clear and crisp: “Is there anything else you want to buy?”

If there was anything to buy, she might as well buy it all at once, rather than having to run back and forth later. Once she bought everything, she would return to her room to sleep and not come out.

The man stopped wiping his sword, turned to look at the girl, and shook his head slightly.

The mist rising from the bathtub swirled between the two, a hint of allure floating in the room. That unfamiliar tingling sensation spread again from his palm. The hand holding the cloth trembled, and Jiang Ming Yue averted his gaze.

Before he could react further, the door was “bang” closed from the outside.

Jiang Ming Yue let out a breath, clearly hearing the girl’s light footsteps leaving outside the door. The hand holding the sword suddenly tightened, and a rare trace of annoyance flashed through his eyes.