Chapter 1471 - 1471 The Fl.u.s.tered Chu Qi
1471 The Fl.u.s.tered Chu Qi
The light in Ji’er’s eyes dimmed and she did not say another word.
Her heart felt lifeless at this point.
Chu Qi sighed again as he watched the girl in his arms. She was now completely silent and did not say anything. He carried her out of his room and disappeared with her into the night.
It began snowing outside and the freezing snowflakes fell on Chu Qi, but he could not feel the cold.
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There was a caring yet distant expression on his face. There was a sense of loneliness about him as he stared into the far-off distance.
Ji’er leaned into his arms and watched him quietly.
She wanted to reach out and wipe away the snow from his brow, but she could not do it. Her pressure point had been activated and she was unable to move.
Ji’er’s eyelashes trembled. She suddenly ached for him when she saw how thin his clothes were after he had taken an effort to wrap her up snugly.
She knew that Chu Qi was acting cold toward her to convince her to let go of her plans.
He was still the same Chu Qi she knew. The Chu Qi who had always treated her the best.
“Are you cold, Lil Qi?” she suddenly asked.
Chu Qi lowered his head to look at her. Then, he turned his gaze away. “Nope.”
Ji’er looked at his lips, which had turned white, and it made her heart ache even more.
How could he not be cold?
Even if he had strong internal strength, the heavy snowstorm in the middle of the night would still feel freezing to him.
However, she did not expose his lie. She looked at the sky and mumbled, “Lil Qi, did you have a hard time being out there all those years?”
Chu Qi’s eyelashes trembled. His arms, which were wrapped around her, tightened their grasp. “No.” However, he did feel that time pa.s.sed too slowly because he missed her so much.
They arrived at Auspicious Palace.
Chu Qi brought Ji’er back to her room.
After he put her in bed, he carefully pulled the covers over her.
“Your pressure point will be deactivated tomorrow, Ji’er. You’ll have to suffer a little tonight.” Chu Qi consoled her gently and was about to leave when an arm quickly came flying out of the covers. It pulled him downward and his body rolled onto the bed.
Chu Qi gaped in shock at the girl on top of him. “Your pressure point…”
“My father taught you martial arts, and he was the one who taught me too. Even though my skills aren’t as good as yours, I’m not too bad.” Ji’er coughed while she spoke and fresh blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.
Even though she had successfully overcome the pressure point, it had also caused her to be wounded internally.
Her martial arts skills were not as powerful as Chu Qi’s and forcing herself to overcome the pressure point had harmed her internal organs.
Chu Qi’s heart ached as he looked at her. “Why would you hurt yourself this way?”
“It’s all worth it for you.” Ji’er looked deeply at him as she wiped away the blood from her mouth. She lowered her head and inched closer to him.
The scent of blood filled his nostrils instantly and Chu Qi gulped. His fingers, which were pushed down on the blanket, turned white.
While they were struggling against each other in bed, Ji’er kissed him on the lips.
Unlike the light peck she had given him at the South Conquering General Mansion, Ji’er kissed him deeper this time.
Her movements were inexperienced and messy, yet her kiss was enough to light a fire inside Chu Qi.
The coldness in his body was slowly replaced by manic heat.
It was only when her soft, tender hands pressed against him that he was able to break away from the trance caused by her kiss.
He held her waist and pushed her away determinedly.
Ji’er stared at him blankly.
She had felt his desire for her in that instant. Why was he able to push her away in such a clear-minded manner?
Ji’er knew that whatever was written in that novel was a lie.
Chu Qi’s long hair was disheveled and he got off the bed in a fl.u.s.ter.
Only he knew how close he had come to losing control at that moment.
He felt ashamed and guilty at the same time.
He nearly had Ji’er…
The light in his eyes dimmed.
Ji’er stared at his adamant figure with his back facing her. Her voice was hoa.r.s.e as she called out helplessly to him, “Lil Qi…”
Chu Qi did not turn back. He suddenly picked up a fruit knife off the table. The cold blade was sharp and it reflected the distant look in his eyes.