Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

People can't help but have other thoughts and want to do something to such a fragile and proud person.

The stunningly beautiful Palace Master looked at it and sighed slightly.

He reached out his hand and gently wiped away the sweat on his forehead.

His eyes moved and his breathing became heavier.

Consciousness fluctuated, and the hand holding the hem of her skirt suddenly loosened, then tightened, and then loosened again.

Finally, when she was about to get up to get the bandage, her skirt was grabbed by the person behind her.

He held on tightly, his joints turned white, he was holding on with extreme force.

It seemed like he wanted to crush the hem of her skirt.

Yun Si turned to look at him.

He was naked from the waist up, his eyes were closed, and his face was extremely pale.

The cold skin seemed to turn transparent under the light, and one could clearly see the slowly flowing blood vessels and the fragile blood threads.

Stunningly beautiful people can be extremely pleasing to the eye even when they are weak, which makes people feel pity for them.

Yun Si had no choice but to sit down again, raised her hand, and flew the bandage over.

She bandaged him gently, picked up his body, and passed the bandage under his body.

He leaned on her shoulder, his eyelashes trembling slightly, his lips slightly parted, breathing low, his lips dry.

It's so dry it looks like it's about to burst.

After handling everything personally, the Palace Master put him down, then picked up the antidote given by Dark Mei and looked at it.

The medicine given to him before was so powerful that it directly sealed all the internal energy and martial arts in his body, turning him into an ordinary person with no strength.

Now the antidote is available, but...

Should she take it to him immediately?

The Palace Master, who was very knowledgeable about current affairs, looked at the person lying on the bed, thoughtfully.

This body had done so many bad things to him before. It not only gave him cruel drugs and forcibly captured him regardless of his will, but also asked the protector to hurt him and tie him up in a prison. He was so trapped. Days.

All these things, humiliation and torture, mental and physical torture, if nothing else, he must hate her to the core now and wish to kill her right away.

In that case... shouldn't she give him the antidote right away?

She lowered her eyelashes and thought quietly.

If he recovers his martial arts, the first thing he will do is to kill her, then she——

...Forget it, we should find a suitable time.

Therefore, the Palace Master, who showed no guilt, calmly put away the antidote.

Pretend that nothing happened and continue to wipe his sweat.

Under the influence of the drug, he fell asleep quickly, with his eyes closed and his breathing heavy.

He was obviously still mentally alert, and even the muscles in his arms were tense, as if he was about to strike out in the next second, but due to excessive blood loss, he inevitably lost his edge.

Lying there unconscious, pale and motionless.

The eyebrows and eyes are lightly outlined by light and shadow, fragile yet extremely delicate.

The slender lips were lightly parted, and the hair was white, like a fish that was about to die of thirst, trembling slightly.

Although he had lost consciousness, his hands were still clutching the fabric of her skirt.

Yun Si wanted to pry his hand off, but his hand seemed to be sewn together with the fabric of her skirt, and she couldn't pull it off no matter how hard she tried.

"..." She frowned.

Pulling on his fingers, trying to pull his hand away.

However, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength.