Ye Luan felt agitated, and seeing his deathly pale face, a sickly pallor, she pushed him away directly and said.
"Come in."
She turned and entered the room.
Following behind, Xiao Chizhan's red lips curved upwards slightly, a proud smile.
Ye Luan went to the sachet on the coffee table, opened it, and saw no cooling medicine, only some poison pills. She frowned slightly, turned back to the bathroom, and wet a cloth.
As soon as she came out, she saw him shamelessly lying on the bed.
She rolled her eyes, walked over, and placed the cloth on his forehead.
"Luan Luan, I feel so cold."
He slowly lifted his eyelids and reached out to grasp her.
The slightly cool moonlight reflected in his deep red pupils, as if unstained by worldly affairs, yet his brows and eyes exuded an ethereal, hellish chill.
It was a cold that penetrated to the bone, a cold that, no matter how he changed, could not conceal the terror in his very being.
To personally pull a god from his altar was to unknowingly plunge both god and demon into hell.
Ye Luan stared for a moment, lost in thought, only to be brought back by his gentle touch.
She said, "Where is Blood Blade? Have him find a doctor to buy some medicine."
"It's so late, the market is closed."
"Then what about Jing Yu? Such a vast Dark Domain, surely there's a house physician?"
Xiao Chizhan pulled her, his expression seeming to be in great discomfort.
"They're all asleep."
Ye Luan said, "----"
"Luan Luan, touch me, I'm so cold."
Before she could make a move, her hand was forcefully pulled into the covers by him, her palm resting on his pectoral muscles.
"You pervert, let go."
"No, it's too cold."
His forehead was so hot, yet his body was so cold?
Ye Luan struggled in anger, but he held her tightly, unable to pull away.
Damn it, didn't he have a fever? How could he still have so much strength?
"Luan Luan, I'm so cold, hug me."
Suddenly, he exerted force, and Ye Luan felt a dizzying sensation, finding herself on the bed, firmly locked in his embrace.
"Are you crazy? I haven't even taken off my shoes."
"I'll take them off for you."
He got up and, in a flash, stripped her bare and confined her within the quilt.
Madness!
She was going to be driven mad by him.
He was truly incomparably shameless, his wicked nature unyielding.
"Luan Luan, I'm really so cold."
He held her tightly in his arms, skin against skin.
Ye Luan felt a bone-chilling cold.
"Hiss, why are you so cold?"
Xiao Chizhan said nothing, his lips buried in her neck revealing a wicked smile.
"I don't know, I caught a chill, so cold."
Ye Luan, held by him, shivered uncontrollably.
Xiao Chizhan felt her tremor, his eyelids lowered slightly, a flicker of pain crossing his eyes. The hand around her waist subtly channeled inner energy.
"Luan Luan, I'm not cold when I'm with you."
He was no longer cold; she was about to freeze to death.
This scoundrel's body temperature was as cold as a corpse, devoid of any warmth.
Xiao Chizhan's gaze fell on her rosy, alluring lips, and he licked his lips thirstily.
Ye Luan felt less cold. As she raised her eyes, she met his inscrutable gaze.
She was slightly startled and about to cover her mouth.
As if anticipating her movement, he swiftly grabbed her wrist with one hand and cupped her cheek with the other, pressing his lips onto hers heavily.
The warm yellow lamplight cast clear contours on their faces, bathed in a faint glow.
Ye Luan hit him in anger, her chest heaving, her soft curves exposed to the air, exuding a unique charm.
Such minor aches and pains were like tickles to Xiao Chizhan. He ignored them completely, holding her face with both hands and kissing her passionately.
"Luan Luan, I won't be cold anymore if we do it, okay?"
His back arched, and he loomed over her, his voice hoarse and deep.
Ye Luan grabbed his ear and said angrily, "Screw you, are you faking it?"
"No, I'm really still cold, touch me."
"Scram."
Who knew what tricks he was up to!
He was always like this, shamelessly wicked, lying with effortless ease, base without a hint of guilt.
Seeing her genuinely angry, Xiao Chizhan paused, his words halting.
"Get up."
She lay on his bed, her black hair spread across the jade pillow. The moonlight streamed in, making her skin appear as white as a spirit.
Xiao Chizhan glanced at her expression, then slightly shifted, straddling her.
Seeing this move, Ye Luan was so angry she wanted to stab him.
She kicked him hard in the thigh and said impatiently, "Get down."
"Luan Luan~"
Before he could finish speaking, he was stopped by her fierce gaze. He lowered his eyes and, unwillingly, withdrew from her.
"Aren't you cold, Your Highness? Wait, I'll get you a quilt, I definitely won't let Your Highness freeze."
After speaking, Ye Luan casually wrapped herself in a robe, kicked off her shoes, and got off the bed. She opened the cabinet and brought out several quilts in one go.
"Lie down!"
Her voice was filled with a commanding tone.
Xiao Chizhan, however, felt a hidden excitement in his heart and obediently lay down.
Ye Luan looked at his perverted gaze and inwardly cursed.
This capricious madman, how twisted and perverted must his psychology be?
She piled all the quilts on top of him, creating a high mound.
"If Your Highness is cold, then just wear more quilts."
But the madman seemed unfazed. He turned his head, his gaze drifting downwards, towards her loosened robe.
Ye Luan followed his gaze suspiciously, trembled, and immediately tightened her robe.
"What are you looking at? If you look again, I'll dig your eyeballs out."
As soon as she spoke, Ye Luan's face went numb and stiff. Why was she speaking like this madman?
Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey.
She absolutely couldn't go mad like him.
"If Luan Luan wants to dig them out, then do so. You can be my eyes, I like it."
Seeing his excited and pleased demeanor, Ye Luan completely ignored him.
Did he want her to dig out his eyes just to serve him for a lifetime?
Seeing her silence, Xiao Chizhan spoke again, "Luan Luan, you look so good in my clothes."
Ye Luan looked down at the black robe she was wearing.
It was too big; the hem dragged on the floor, and the sleeves were rolled up significantly to reveal her hands. However, the way she wrapped it tightly outlined her figure, adding a touch of enchanting grace.
Her mouth twitched several times, and she really wanted to strip off his dog-like attire.
She remained silent and went to the bedside to retrieve her own clothes.
Seeing her move, as if intending to leave, Xiao Chizhan immediately said, "It's getting late, come up and sleep."
"You sleep here yourself, I'll go to the soft couch outside."
"No."
His expression darkened, his brow furrowed, filled with fierceness.
Ye Luan was not afraid. Turning back, she saw him about to overturn the dozen quilts piled on him, and she immediately said.
"Don't move."
Her sharp shout made Xiao Chizhan's movement abruptly stop. The expression he turned towards her was tinged with a thin layer of grievance.
"Luan Luan, the quilts are too heavy, are you trying to crush your husband to death?"