The Sword in His Hands

Back in the room, Su Jiu's entire body was shriveled within the blankets, trembling.

Ji Yuxian hastened back and carried Su Jiu up, blanket and all. He propped her chin up and gave it a gentle peck, to prevent her from biting her lips.

He fished out a single pill from that red porcelain bottle and carefully fed it to her.

Su Jiu collapsed in his arms and buried her arms into the depths of their clothes. She seemed to have forgotten that she had been poisoned, and she could only perceive the burning heat that shrouded her entire body. She was aggrieved. "Ji Yuxian, I can't take it! Don't leave me!"

Strands of the girl's hair had become ruffled. Her countenance was loveable, notably the pleading expression written on her face, which seemed to make him go mad.

Ji Yuxian swiftly held back her wandering hands and hugged her tightly. He pacified her and said, "Be good, we can't do it today. Let's wait till you get better, so just endure for a while!"