MTL - Marrying The Villain-Chapter 40 feeding medicine

It was late at night, and Nutcracker and Nightmare were sleeping soundly in the ear room next door, snoring.

Yu Lingxi even forgot to put on her shoes, and her white plain socks stepped on the wooden corridor without making a sound.

Such a heavy dose of Anshen Decoction could not suppress the toxicity at all. She was dizzy and dry, as if she was stepping on a cloud, stumbled and couldn't tell the direction, and she only groped forward instinctively.

The road that can be covered by half a cup of tea on weekdays seems to have no end in sight.

Her feet were soft, Yu Lingxi supported the moon gate and fell to the ground. The dark tide came from all directions, dragging her down like a whirlpool.

She hated this feeling, but her body was out of control.

The footsteps of the guards on the night watch came from a distance, and the lantern of the night watch was looming, approaching here.

Yu Lingxi didn't have the strength to get up at all, and her plain white pajama skirt stood out in the night.

She strangled her palm, and even thought to herself: Anyone is fine, as long as it can help her out of the sea of ​​suffering...

In the blurred and distorted field of vision, a pair of extremely familiar leather boots appeared.

Yu Lingxi froze for a moment, followed the dark hem and saw a very familiar face.

The shadow of the moon was extremely faint, falling on him like a layer of light frost.

Facing her distracted gaze, Ning Yin gave a very soft "tsk", squatted down for a while and said, "Miss, why are you holding back?"

The voice was deep, seemingly displeased.

The inspecting guards had already reached the corridor, as if they would come over with a light at any moment, and bump into her embarrassment.

Yu Lingxi bit her lip, and with the last of her strength, she clenched Ning Yin's clothes.

Ning Yinyou leisurely did not move, until the sound of patrolling footsteps reached the corner separated by a wall, and his dark hem was wrinkled, then he made a move.

Stretching out his arms, he took Yu Lingxi into his arms and hid him in the cramped space behind the rockery in the corner.

Covered in shadows, the dry smell on Ning Yin's body is undoubtedly a fatal temptation, reminding her of the previous two addictions.

She made an uncontrollable "woo" sound, very softly, and then her mouth was covered and pressed into her arms.

Ning Yin's low voice sounded from the top of her head, causing her chest to vibrate: "Shut up."

The cloth was stuck to the cloth, and Yu Lingxi bit her lower lip tightly as she was on fire in a daze.

Almost at the same time, the guards held a lantern and shone a light under the moon gate. The moonlight was quiet, and the gravel road was illuminated white.

"Strange, I just heard movement." The voice was less than ten feet away.

"Maybe it's the cat." Another person said.

The guard stood there for a while, then walked away.

Yu Lingxi's body stretched to the extreme, and immediately weakened weakly, and was caught by Ning Yin in time.

The slender waist is full of grip, as if there is no bone. Ning Yin's arms tightened a little, she looked into her eyes and said in a low voice: "The bedroom is not very safe, Miss Wronged, go to my place?"

Yu Lingxi was so delirious from the fever that she was breathing rapidly, and could only nod in agreement with everything he said.

A wide, crow-colored robe was covered, covering Yu Lingxi completely.

Immediately, she fell lightly, and she was lazily picked up by powerful arms. Warm palms pressed against her legs, she shrank subconsciously into Ning Yin's arms.

After entering the shade room, Ning Yin hooked the door with her toes and closed it.

The sound of the bolt falling made Yu Lingxi's shoulders tremble.

"I'm used to sleeping on a hard bed, so please make use of it."

He walked steadily, and put the single-clothed girl who was shivering in his arms on the only bed, then got up and fetched water, and wiped her dirty palms from supporting the wall all the way.

With a wet and cool cotton napkin, wipe the delicate fingers first, then the palm, and then extend along the back of the hand to the unusually hot forearm.

The place that was wiped experienced a brief coolness, and then burned even hotter.

"Wei...Wei Qi?"

The hoarse voice was short, without any strength.

"Um."

Ning Yin responded lightly, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry.

Yu Lingxi's eyes were full of strange things, she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, she just instinctively grasped Ning Yin's hand, the man's hand was slender, with beautiful tendons protruding slightly, it was born suitable for controlling everything.

She squeezed her five fingers into his, intertwined with his, showing a misty smile like a peach blossom.

Ning Yin's wiping hands were a little slower, and she raised her eyebrows slightly.

He knows that the third poisoning will outline hallucinations, like dreams and illusions, until the human consciousness is completely wiped out, and people fall into the abyss of bliss.

"Last time, Miss said that my relative's skills were too poor, so I learned a little from reading."

While speaking, Ning Yin threw the cotton handkerchief into the copper basin, her lacquered eyes were dimmed with a smile, "Miss, do you want to check your homework?"

He knew that Yu Lingxi couldn't hold on anymore, but he still sat upright, waiting for her to speak up.

Sure enough, Yu Lingxi moved a little closer uncomfortable, supported his shoulders, kissed the tip of his nose familiarly, and then went down, imprinting a feather-light kiss on his cold thin lips.

Ning Yin bent her elbows, put her wet hands casually on the bedside table to dry, and half-closed her slightly raised eyes.

Until she was aggrieved and dissatisfied, Fang slightly raised his head and opened his lips obediently.

When her lips hurt, Yu Lingxi frowned, and before she could make a sound, she was stuffed back into her stomach.

"Miss is thin-skinned, keep your voice down."

With a hoarse and deep voice, he stretched out his fingers to gently wipe away the light red on her lips, like fresh rouge.

The familiar movement made Yu Lingxi tremble all over, as if she was suddenly pulled away from a beautiful and wet dream.

"With such a thin skin, why crawl..."

It seemed as if I heard a familiar chirp in my ear, and the dim candlelight also faded away, turning into a floor-standing flower branch lamp.

Her chest rose and fell, she stepped back a little, and her misty eyes fell on Ning Yin without blinking.

Ning Yin was quite dissatisfied with her distraction, and the hand resting leisurely by her side finally made a movement, raised and clasped the back of her head, and pressed it sideways.

Yu Lingxi still opened her eyes wide, her eyelashes fluttering.

She saw large splashes of flowers on Ning Yin's skirt, the flowers were black and red, dripping wet.

Ning Yin's ghostly pale face overlapped with the young man in front of him, Yu Lingxi clenched the mattress tightly, and her slack pupils began to tremble violently.

Ning Yin noticed her strangeness and paused for a while.

His gloomy eyes were like undercurrents, he looked at Yu Lingxi whose teeth were trembling, and asked hoarsely: "Miss, do you want to endure?"

"Feel sorry…"

Yu Lingxi felt sick, but couldn't help herself to post it.

Her eyes were full of fear, but still bewitched, she pressed her trembling lips to Ning Yin's light-colored lips.

Ning Yin looked down at her trembling pupils without moving.

He knew that the third time the poison had the strongest effect, it would cause people to see hallucinations and sink deeper and deeper. But most people will see extremely beautiful things, but few like Yu Lingxi...

"What did the lady see, eh?"

Ning Yin's clothes were loose, and he pinched Yu Lingxi's chin with his fingers, not allowing her to move and forcing her to look at his face.

Tears welled up in the corners of Yu Lingxi's eyes, which turned a bright and painful wet red, and she only murmured "sorry" repeatedly.

Ning Yin's eyes were dim, and she asked, "You don't want to?"

Blood oozed from Yu Lingxi's teeth, and she tremblingly put her hand on his neck, as if she wanted to grab the last piece of driftwood, but also as if she was afraid of dragging this innocent piece of driftwood into the abyss.

At first Ning Yin thought it was because of Yu Lingxi's stubbornness, but soon realized it was not.

The first two times, Yu Lingxi's eyes were stubbornly struggling, but this time, there was only fear and pain in her eyes.

"I didn't intend...to harm you..."

Ning Yin leaned over and only heard such a vague sentence.

He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly sneered: What are you talking about?

This dirty body, even he himself doesn't mind stabbing a few more times, so what is she afraid of?

"It's so uncomfortable..." Yu Lingxi cried and rubbed over, her neck was hot red, her arms full of warmth.

Ning Yin hesitated, slowly raised her hand, and stroked her soft hair soothingly.

But it couldn't soothe her pain.

If this continues, even if the detoxification is successful, the pain will be greater than the pleasure.

There was a long silence, with overlapping breaths.

Ning Yin opened the drawer of the low cabinet beside the bed, and took out the white jade bottle given by the broken halberd.

"Open your mouth." His voice was hoarse and indifferent.

Yu Lingxi couldn't hear his words, she just cried and desperately sought comfort from him.

Ning Yin snorted, suppressed the dry pain, pushed her biting mouth away from the side of her neck, squeezed her cheeks and fed the pills.

Indescribable pain exploded on the tip of the tongue.

Yu Lingxi didn't care about her physical discomfort, and threw herself onto the edge of the bed with a "woo".

"Don't spit."

Ning Yin held her round and thin shoulders and pressed her back on the couch, "Swallow it if you don't want to die."

Yu Lingxi struggled disobediently, Ning Yin's eyes darkened, she simply pressed down on her fidgeting wrist, leaned over to seal it with her lips, and pushed back the pill that had been spit out to her mouth with the tip of her tongue.

Yu Lingxi groaned twice, and kicked her legs desperately, but under the absolute suppression of the young man, it was like a mayfly shaking a tree, and remained motionless.

Gradually, the "woo hoo" resistance disappeared, only soft sobbing remained.

Ning Yin carefully "fed" the medicine clean, then Fang opened his black eyes and slowly withdrew from her lips.

"Bitter." Yu Lingxi pursed her lips, crying until her eyes were red.

Ning Yin licked her red lips, and laughed softly: "Where is the pain?"

Obviously, it's very sweet.

The shadow of the moon moves westward, and the shadows of the trees dance outside the window.

Before the candles could be trimmed, the light of the fire gradually dimmed.

Yu Lingxi's breathing was hot, and after she was quiet, she didn't have a cup of tea. After recovering a little strength, she leaned into Ning Yin's arms again and rubbed gently.

The antidote to Bliss Fragrance has been lost. This medicine was figured out by him with the formula of Bliss Fragrance. The time was too fast, and the effect of the medicine was not so immediate. After taking it, there will still be residual poison, but it will no longer kill people. as painful.

It was because he was afraid that something would go wrong due to lack of experience, so he made second-hand preparations.

After all, he is so rare towards Yu Lingxi right now, and he doesn't want her to get sick or die because of it.

I didn't expect her to cry so hard, saying that she didn't want to harm him, and poking into his heart with every move...

It was rare for Ning Yin to make a loss-making business, and she felt unhappy.

He played with her hair one after another, glanced coolly at the head resting on his chest, and said unmoved: "Miss, don't push yourself."

How can there be such a good thing after taking his medicine and asking him to deal with the aftermath?

Yu Lingxi entertained herself for a while, seeing that he was ignoring him, she raised her eyes bewilderedly.

The tails of the eyes are red, fragile and beautiful, the flesh and bones of the arms are well-proportioned like frost and snow, and the raw silk outlines a slender waist.

Ning Yin's hands playing with her hair slowed down, hesitating for a moment between knocking her out and asking for interest...

In the end, he lowered his eyes, and opened his mouth to bite her delicate fingertips like anger, grinding them finely with his canine teeth.

The candles on the desk burned to the end, and the wax tears accumulated a thick puddle on the candlestick.

Ning Yin's lips were also dyed a bit of crimson. Sitting on the side of the couch, half of her handsome face was hidden in the dim light, she slowly wiped off the water stains from her fingers on her skirt.

After the poison was over, Yu Lingxi was extremely tired and sleepy. She opened her eyes drowsily and looked at the man in the cloak sitting beside the couch.

Her thoughts were chaotic, she thought she was still in a dream, and subconsciously blurted out: "My lord..."

The voice was too low, Ning Yin didn't pay much attention, and asked casually, "What's your name?"

Yu Lingxi's curly eyelashes closed slowly, and her rapid breathing was gentle.

After a while, he murmured vaguely: "Ning Yin."

Ning Yin's wiping hand paused suddenly, and slowly raised her eyes.