The Slender Waist-Chapter 248 - 174: Falling into the Abyss (Double Update)_2

Chapter 248: Chapter 174: Falling into the Abyss (Double Update)_2

After a few sneezes, she began to feel a slight itch on her body, as if it were burrowing into her heart.

Having come out of Han Pool and caught in the rain, catching a cold was expected, but why the itchiness?

She suspected that the ground was dirty, or perhaps some insect or mosquito had crawled over her, feeling disgusting inside. Goosebumps formed all over her body, and the more she thought about it, the itchier she became...

Her cheeks flushed red, she desperately tried to hold back, unwilling to scratch in front of Pei Jue to maintain her dignity. Gradually, she could not bear it any longer. Mixed in with the itch, there seemed to be a familiar desperation, causing her to suddenly panic...

She remembered the potent medicine she had taken back in Andu.

That day when she was fished out of Changhe by Pei Jue, it was the same sensation.

"General." Feng Yun spoke, "Would you mind turning around?"

Pei Jue glanced at her, turned around without asking, and sat down.

Only then did Feng Yun lift up her clothes to check.

She was shocked when she saw it, on her waist and legs, there erupted patches of hives, coming on so suddenly as if they’d sprouted upon contact with the wind.

She could not help but scratch a few times, and wherever she scratched, the hives seemed to spread...

Feng Yun gasped in fright.

"It’s over."

At this moment, feeling embarrassed was the least of her worries.

"General, I’m so itchy."

With a trembling voice reaching his ears, it took Pei Jue a moment to confirm she was serious and not just teasing him for fun.

He turned his head and saw Feng Yun’s uncomfortable and shy tension on her face, her cheeks blushed red, her eyes watery as if touched by spring, looking unbearable.

"Where does it itch?"

Feng Yun timidly pulled her clothing, "On my body."

Pei Jue pulled her over without a word, laid her across his lap to examine her, and then retracted his hand.

"Do you have any medicine?"

Feng Yun shook her head, thought for a moment, and then pointed at the pile of medicine bottles.

"Take a look at that one..."

It was the cooling and heat-dissipating ointment prescribed by Doctor Yao, originally taken to ward off mosquitoes.

Doctor Yao said that the ointment was made of camphor, clove, and mint, among other things, and she felt it could be used in an emergency.

Pei Jue scooped out a lump of the ointment, sniffed it, and rubbed it on the areas with hives. The large expanse of bare skin, lustrous and smooth like jade, was terrifying to behold with those red bumps...

"Does it feel better now?"

"There’s more..."

"Where?"

Feng Yun turned around, "Here, and below..."

Pei Jue hesitated for a moment, then reached for the waistband of her pants.

Feng Yun, eyes downcast, said, "I can do it myself..."

Having been baked for so long, the fabric was semi-dry and uncomfortably clinging to her body, but her reserve was not just out of shyness. She did not want Pei Jue to see those ugly hives...

When that happened, all her dignity would be lost.

Pei Jue glanced at her, seemingly understanding her hesitation, and pulled her onto his lap, roughly pulling down her pants as if fearing he would regret being slow.

Feng Yun sucked in a breath and closed her eyes.

The sides of her waist and legs were covered densely...

You could see where she had scratched, a ghastly sight.

"Don’t look..." Feng Yun tried to cover herself.

"Stay still!" Pei Jue held her down, pulled the cloak that was beside the fire onto the smooth rock, and laid Feng Yun down on it.

"I can do it myself..." Feng Yun still attempted to resist.

But Pei Jue grabbed her ankles with much force, "Aren’t you itchy?"

"Don’t you do it..." she struggled, panting.

"Lady Yun." Pei Jue fixed his gaze on her, his dark eyes intense.

"We’re husband and wife."

Feng Yun stilled for a moment.

That rushed and absurd wedding, what kind of real marriage was that?

His calloused fingertips scraped over her soft skin, sending a shiver through Feng Yun, who reflexively clenched together...

"Behave." His tone was rather cold, clearly impatient, but he was handling her gently. Hands that were used to holding swords and clubs were always rough and forceful, yet in that moment, they were as delicate as an embroiderer, being meticulously careful.

The skin he touched felt like ants crawling over it.

Feng Yun half-closed her eyes and held her breath, watching as he applied the ointment to those sensitive spots, her body burning as if touched by fire.

When the ointment was applied, it felt cool and eased the itchiness of the skin, but the itchiness within her body surged forth, more intense than during the incident in Changhe, as if an invisible hand was pulling her into an abyss, plummeting together with Pei Jue.

"General, don’t look..."

She held onto Pei Jue’s hand, "I can’t bear it."

Pei Jue remained silent.

Her cheeks were flushed, and at this moment, she seemed entirely delicate. She twisted anxiously, and her allure, baited by the bone-deep itch, became increasingly enchanting, utterly bewitching and tantalizing.

Pei Jue stared at that seductive color, "Where does it hurt?"