Ch. 15 - Xiao Nong: Okay, I'll give you what you want

Zhong Yansheng grew up in Gusu and is actually quite good at swimming. The last time he fell into the water while visiting the garden, it was because he was caught off guard and the water was too cold, so he got a cramp in his legs and couldn't move.

His body was as hot as burning coal, and the river water was especially cold at night. It was a little relieved when he first fell into the river, but after floating along the river for a while, the scorching heat burned all over his body again.

The instantaneous alternation of extreme cold and heat was too harmful to the body. Zhong Yansheng almost fainted on the spot. He choked on two mouthfuls of cold water before he came to his senses and seized a moment of clarity to think.

The medicine has taken effect, and he dares not touch anyone now, but the river water is so cold at night. If he soaks in it for half the night, the Marquis' Mansion will probably have to hold a funeral before bringing the real young master over.

But this medicine...what should I do?

This was the second time Zhong Yansheng felt so helpless and panicked. The first time was when he woke up from that nightmare.

On one side is the cold river water, and on the other side is a hot body.

Zhong Yansheng seemed to be caught between magma and glaciers. He seemed to have become a part of the river. His consciousness also floated up and down. He didn't know how far he had drifted with the waves. Suddenly, he heard someone shouting, "It seems like someone has fallen into the water over there! Quick, get a rope and pull him out."

Then something was put on him, trying to pull him upwards.

Zhong Yansheng raised his head in a daze, only to find that everything around him was pitch black. He was floating on the water and didn't know where he was. In front of him was a small pleasure boat, and the people on the boat were trying to rescue him.

Zhong Yansheng's consciousness was no longer clear, his teeth were chattering slightly, he couldn't tell whether it was because of the burning sensation or the cold. He tilted his burning face upwards, grabbed the rope, subconsciously not wanting to go up.

If he didn't go up, he might freeze to death in the river.

But he was still drugged.

The people on the pleasure boat obviously didn't expect that he didn't want to go up. The two sides were in a stalemate for a while, and it seemed that the owner of the pleasure boat was impatient. He vaguely heard someone say coldly: "Forget it if he doesn't want to come up."

Zhong Yansheng thought the voice was very familiar. He opened and closed his lips. A man in black on the pleasure boat glanced at him, paused for a moment, held up the lamp and carefully identified him for a while. His voice suddenly rose: "Is that... the young master?! Master, master, the one who fell into the water is young master Yuan Yuan!" Sᴇaʀch* Thᴇ n0vᴇl(ꜰ)ire.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

The owner of the pleasure boat fell silent.

The next moment, before Zhong Yansheng could react, the noose around his waist tightened, and he was forcibly pulled onto the boat.

His legs were too weak to stand, but the other party didn't mind that he was wet all over. He took off his outer robe and wrapped him up completely. When his sensitive skin was touched, Zhong Yansheng trembled all over and wanted to avoid it. The next moment, he fell into a cold embrace that smelled of medicine.

Zhong Yansheng's slight struggle stopped.

He couldn't tell who it was, but subconsciously he felt that this breath was safe.

However, without the relief of the river water, the unbearable heat soon swept over the whole body again.

His face, which had been frozen pale, was flushed again. Zhong Yansheng whimpered softly, and felt the coolness and comfort of the person holding him. He couldn't help but press himself against him, his face resting on his neck. His lips unconsciously brushed against a piece of cold skin, and he rubbed it several times in pleasure, spraying his hot breath there.

The person holding him tensed up instantly, and the hand around his waist tightened. He was patted on the back of his waist, and a deep voice sounded in his ear: "Don't move."

Zhong Yansheng buried his hot face in the crook of his neck, uttered an indistinct sound of comfort, and obediently stopped moving.

The people around watched helplessly as the young man who had been fished out of the water clung to Xiao Nong without knowing whether he would live or die. There was dead silence, and even their breathing became lighter, and their eyelids twitched wildly.

Soon, he was placed on the soft bed.

The person who felt cool and comfortable seemed to want to leave.

Zhong Yansheng was extremely panicked and hurriedly hugged that arm. His voice was very hoarse and soft, and he cried weakly: "Don't go..."

He was soaked all over, and his clothes stuck to his body because of the water. Even though he was wearing Xiao Nong's outer robe, he could still touch the flexible lines when he put his hand down.

Xiao Nong, who just wanted to stand up, paused for a moment, then sat back down, allowing Zhong Yansheng to hang limply on him, knocking his hair crown crooked and blowing his hot breath on his neck.

Everyone around lowered their heads, no one dared to look at Xiao Nong's face, only a man who looked like a scholar in white clothes said with a click of the tongue: "I just cleared most of the remaining poison from you, and asked you out for a drink, but then you met a drugged beauty who only wanted to get into your arms? How can you be so lucky? It's not fair, my arms are also very broad."

Xiao Nong's hand fell on Zhong Yansheng's waist. Even through several layers of clothes, he could feel the narrow curve of the waist. The scorching temperature penetrated through the layers of fabric and fell on his fingertips.

It's too hot.

He ignored Lou Qingtang's chatter and said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense and come, take a look."

Seeing that he really seemed to care about this little beauty, Lou Qingtang was stunned for a moment, said "oh", and reached out his hand towards the unconscious Zhong Yansheng.

Before he could touch the skinny wrist, it was slammed open.

Lou Qingtang hissed in pain: "...If you don't let me take his pulse, how can I check his pulse?"

Xiao Nong just subconsciously opened Lou Qingtang's hand, and he couldn't tell where the strong desire for exclusive possession that suddenly surged in his heart came from. He lowered his eyes and looked at the boy who was rubbing his flushed cheeks against him, his Adam's apple rolling: "Hurry up."

Only then did Lou Qingtang successfully take the patient's pulse.

After a moment, he withdrew his hand and sighed, "Wow, what a strong drug! This little beauty must have been drugged and wanted to jump into the water to relieve the effects, but the water is so cold, if he soaks in it for a while longer, he won't be able to hold on."

Who gave you the drug?

Xiao Nong's eyes were cold, and he suppressed the anger that suddenly rose in his heart: "I didn't ask you to talk so much nonsense, how do you solve it?"

"The drug is too strong, and I can't make an antidote."

Lou Qingtang's eyes fell on that incredibly beautiful face. Because of the effect of the medicine, her face flushed, adding three points of beauty. He licked his lips and said in an ambiguous tone: "If he doesn't relieve himself, this little beauty won't survive tonight, but there are only two ways now. First, do you see that river outside? Throw him in. Second, find someone to help him - knowing that His Royal Highness Prince Ding is a chaste man who doesn't touch beautiful women or men, how about I offer myself to him?"

Xiao Nong suddenly pulled up his robe to cover Zhong Yansheng's face and said calmly, "Throw him down."

The tone was not joking, and he was obviously not talking about the one he was holding in his arms.

Lou Qingtang's expression changed: "Xiao Xianwei, you ungrateful bastard, I worked so hard to help you detoxify..."

[Xiao Xianwei = Xiao Nong]

As Lou Qingtang was dragged away cursing, Zhan Rong tactfully led the others out of the room.

The sound of water outside made the house even quieter, and the candlelight flickered slightly.

Xiao Nong lowered his head and finally had the chance to carefully observe the person in his arms.

This was the first time I could see his face so clearly after he was detoxified, and his vision was restored.

Just brought back from the water, his beautiful eyebrows and features were made particularly clear and beautiful by the water. The thin red headband on her forehead was crooked and about to fall off. His long black hair was wet and stuck to her snow-white neck and forehead.

Like a pretty little bird that had accidentally fallen into the water, its feathers were wet, and it was trembling slightly in the palm of his hand.

The orchid-like fragrance became more and more obvious, surrounding Xiao Nong moistly and hotly.

Zhong Yansheng knew nothing about it. He just rubbed his body in his arms aimlessly, his eyelashes wet, his hair disheveled, and his face flushed, like a ripe fruit that would burst with sweet juice if bitten lightly.

Xiao Nong's gaze fell on his lips. Those lips were moist and plump, red like crushed and rotten petals. They were slightly open and breathing, and the hot breath sprayed on his wrist. The red tongue and white teeth were so clear that people dared not look at them for too long.

He was about to cry again, and murmured with sobs: "It's so hot and uncomfortable... Am I going to die?"

If we throw Zhong Yansheng back into the river, he probably won't survive the night.

Find someone else to give him the antidote...

Xiao Nong suddenly grabbed the hand that was touching him restlessly.

Zhong Yansheng wanted to lean against Xiao Nong and use his cold clothes and skin to cool himself down, but he was held down and couldn't move. He was almost driven crazy by the heat.

Xiao Nong seemed unmoved. He pinched his chin, stared at his moist red eyes, and leaned close to him and asked, "Who am I?"

Zhong Yansheng felt very comfortable when cool fingers suddenly touched his hot skin. He opened his eyes in a trance and looked at him dimly for a long time. His red lips opened and closed, and he exhaled hotly: "...Brother?"

He didn't know how annoying he was now and how soft his voice was.

Just calling him brother is as tactful as calling your lover.

Xiao Nong's eyes darkened. He pushed aside his wet hair and looked at his flushed beautiful face. He moved his fingers upwards and slowly stroked his lips with his thumb. He felt the wonderful touch of his fingertips and his Adam's apple rolled vigorously. His tone was calm, "Yuan Yuan, do you want me to give you the antidote?"

He called him Yuan Yuan for the first time.

Zhong Yansheng's mind was a mess. When he heard someone calling his nickname, he choked up and answered eagerly, "Yes...Yes!"

Then Zhong Yansheng heard a low laugh. The voice was very familiar, magnetic and low, which made his ears numb. At the same time, the hands that were restraining him loosened.

Xiao Nong leaned down and pulled Zhong Yansheng's belt.

...It didn't move.

Tightly tied.

After a moment of silence, Xiao Nong raised his eyebrows and found that it was tied into a knot. He simply tore off the belt and found that the clothes under the belt were stacked up in layers. He had to sit up straight and peel the bamboo shoots with difficulty. While peeling, he patted Zhong Yansheng's lower back and laughed helplessly: "It's so tight."

Zhong Yansheng trembled when he was slapped, and his consciousness was once again engulfed by the heat. He couldn't touch Xiao Nong for a long time, and he was so anxious that he almost cried.

Fortunately, the cool skin soon returned to him, and he hugged him contentedly, rubbing against his body in a disorderly manner, trapped in a fiery hot flush, unable to find an outlet.

He could only eagerly chase after him again, and his lips accidentally brushed against something soft and cool, like the cheese he had eaten in the summer last year. Zhong Yansheng liked it very much and opened his mouth to take a bite.

His lips were suddenly bitten, and Xiao Nong's breathing became heavy. After a slight pause, he pinched Zhong Yansheng's jaw, forcing him to open his mouth, and then he followed those thin lips and kissed them heavily.

Zhong Yansheng felt very hot all over, even his lips and tongue were burning.

The kiss that he had received unintentionally was too deep and heavy, causing pain to the tip of his tongue and numbness to his lips, as if a lion had caught its prey and was about to swallow him whole.

Unfortunately, Zhong Yansheng was tortured by the heat. Even so, he still struggled to get into Xiao Nong's arms, greedily absorbing that bit of coolness.

As he moved, a veil fell down. He opened his eyelids hazily and saw a pair of eyes as dark blue as the night, staring at him without blinking.

What a beautiful eye!

Zhong Yansheng unconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to touch those eyes.

Then the fingertip was bitten.

The boy shrank back as if frightened.

The pair of dark blue eyes looked at him, and the familiar low magnetic voice sounded in his ears again: "This king will ask you again, do you want me to give you the antidote?"

Brother...why do you call yourself the King?

Zhong Yansheng was trapped in a hot flash that wouldn't go away, with sweat dripping down his cheeks. He took a deep breath, hugged the man's neck, and softly raised his lips to him again: "Yes...Brother."

In the chaos, he heard another low laugh: "Okay, I'll give you what you want."