Taking Medicine Is Bliss, the Queen Faces the Crematorium

She Xian's consciousness drifted farther and farther away.

All he knew was that he was burning hot. So hot that his bones felt like they were on fire and his blood was boiling.

Then, something wrapped around his body.

On the left, it was cool and soft, carrying a sweet, delicate fragrance.

A smooth snake tail coiled around his left leg.

On the right, it was scorching and lush, carrying a lazy yet dangerous aura.

Another snake tail roughly wound around his right leg.

A burning-hot body pressed against him from the right. Reluctant, yet unable to resist.

One ice, one fire. One left, one right.

Two completely different temperatures and sensations surged in from both sides, colliding fiercely across the surface of his body.

His face was buried in some suffocating softness, and every breath was filled with two intertwined, rich body scents.

At the final moment before his consciousness sank into darkness.

A gentle whisper came from the left. "Husband, sleep. I'll watch over you..."

A suppressed, teeth-gritting voice came from the right. "This Queen simply... doesn't want to be dragged into death by an idiot like you."

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

She Xian could think of nothing else.

He fell into a deep sleep.

Morning.

The first ray of sunlight passed through the window lattice and fell upon the bed.

Birdsong dragged She Xian from his slumber.

His first feeling was comfort. Unprecedented comfort!

His bones had become tough and resilient.

A warm, gentle power flowed slowly through his meridians.

His entire body felt as though it had been recast.

The medicine's effects had been completely absorbed!

Satisfied, he tried to get up and stretch, only to discover that he could not move.

"Mm."

Something seemed to be wrapped around his body.

She Xian slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing that entered his view was a field of snow-white.

Very close.

A very large area.

His face was buried between full, soft mounds.

Cool on the left and scorching on the right, they gently rose and trembled with each breath.

She Xian's mind went blank for a full two seconds.

Then, he turned his head to the left with extreme slowness.

Little White, in her snakewoman form, was pressed tightly against his side.

A thin layer of frost flowers had condensed over her jade-white skin, refracting tiny glimmers in the morning light.

Her body was pressed openly against his left side.

Her white snake tail was coiled around his left leg, its tip still unconsciously caressing his ankle.

Little White's sleeping face was serene and content, a faint smile curved on her lips, and her entire being radiated a holy beauty.

She Xian's Adam's apple bobbed.

Then he turned his head to the right.

Medusa Queen was likewise pressed against his right side in her snakewoman form.

Only a few pitiful strands remained of her purple gauze.

Her proud curves were completely unguarded in the morning light, her scorching skin still carrying a faint, flushed warmth.

Her purple snake tail domineeringly locked around his right leg.

One arm was wrapped around his waist, and even in sleep, her brows were faintly furrowed.

She Xian lowered his head and assessed his current predicament.

The softness against his face came from both left and right.

Cool on the left, scorching on the right.

Both sensations were incredibly real, and both were quite astonishing in scale.

Then he looked at his legs.

One white and one purple snake tail had wrapped him up tightly.

Forget getting up—even moving a finger would trigger a chain reaction that made both sides tighten at once.

Two snakewomen had wrapped him into a human-shaped rice dumpling.

He took a deep breath, inhaling nothing but the rich fragrance of icy sweetness and burning heat entwined together.

Holding his breath, She Xian carefully tried to pull himself out.

The moment he moved.

Little White on the left unconsciously tightened her arms and pulled him closer into her embrace.

The corners of her lips curved into a sickeningly sweet smile as she murmured dreamily.

"Husband, don't go. Sleep a little longer..."

Her snake tail tightened even more.

Medusa Queen's snake tail on the right reflexively constricted, locking his right leg in place.

Even in her sleep, she muttered an indistinct curse. "Move again... and I'll kill you..."

She Xian froze where he was.

Move left, and he would be swallowed by tenderness.

Move right, and he would be suppressed by violence.

Lying flat between the two snakewomen, he stared expressionlessly at the ceiling.

"This transmigrated life really is getting more and more visually impressive."

But the problem now was, how was he supposed to get free?

She Xian calmly analyzed the situation for three seconds and devised an escape plan.

The snake tails on either side were wrapped around him with completely different levels of force.

Little White's side was tight, but her strength was gentle. It was the type that simply could not bear to let go, so there was room to maneuver.

Medusa Queen's side, on the other hand, was a pure brute-force lock.

Like a queen domineeringly claiming her own possession.

The constricting force of her snake tail was comparable to an iron hoop. Forcing it apart would be no different from amputation.

So, he would break through the left flank first.

Holding his breath, She Xian moved his body with extreme slowness, inch by inch sliding his left leg out from Little White's snake tail.

The white snake tail was smooth and cool, coiled around his skin in ring after ring.

Every time he moved, Little White let out a soft murmur in her dreams.

"Mmm... Husband..."

Her snake tail still unconsciously tightened another ring.

She Xian frantically chanted in his heart: Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up...

He kept moving.

One inch, two inches, three inches... His knee was about to slip free of the encirclement.

Just then, while pulling himself away, his hand brushed against something.

An astonishingly elastic sensation shot from the tip of his elbow straight to his brain.

Little White let out a soft "Mm."

The sound was soft and sweet, its ending rising slightly with a hint of dreamy languor.

She Xian's face instantly reddened all the way to the roots of his neck.

Don't think about that nonsense. I need to get out!

Finally, his left leg slipped completely free from the white snake tail.

She Xian silently let out a long breath.

Just as he was about to turn to the right and deal with Medusa's violent snake tail.

He saw that those pale violet phoenix eyes were already open.

Cold.

Clear.

And... looking right at him.

The air froze in that instant.

Medusa Queen's phoenix eyes were blank for one-tenth of a second.

Then her pupils abruptly contracted as she came to her senses.

She realized her current state.

She Xian felt as though his blood were visibly freezing.

But he was, after all, a transmigrator who had seen his share of storms.

Three seconds later, he forced out what he believed was a fairly decent smile.

"Your Majesty, good... good morning?"

His voice was dry, as though he had crossed a desert for three days without a drop of water.

Medusa's phoenix eyes slowly narrowed into slits.

That gaze was cold enough to freeze a polar bear to death.

For the first time, She Xian understood what it meant for a look to kill.

He had probably already died eight hundred times in that instant, each death more different than the last.

Given Medusa Queen's personality, he had already prepared himself to be sent flying by her snake tail.

But Medusa did nothing.

She ground her back teeth together, letting out a faint creak.

Her gaze shifted away from She Xian's face.

Purple light flashed.

That exquisite, proud body transformed into a cold streak of light and directly merged into She Xian's body.

Only at the final instant before disappearing did she leave behind an extremely soft, extremely cold snort.

But She Xian could understand the amount of information contained in that cold snort even with his toes.

Let this matter rot in your stomach, or you're dead.

Cold sweat streamed down She Xian's back.

"Hiss... I survived!"

He let out a breath of relief.

But he had to admit that Medusa Queen saying nothing was even more terrifying than if she had cursed him out.

Because once she cursed him out, it would be over.

Saying nothing meant that she would probably remember this for the rest of her life.