Xie Ji couldn't hold on any longer; his head was throbbing with pain, and when he opened his eyes, he felt the ceiling above him spinning and pressing down on him.
Aside from being able to faintly sense Lu Xunji wiping his body, he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.
Soon, the swaying ceiling in front of me seemed to suddenly change its appearance.
It transformed into layers upon layers of gauze curtains, and I could hear faint breathing sounds, seemingly mixed with some unspeakable pleasure.
He laboriously raised his hand and parted the gauze curtain in front of him, only to see a white, misty world with vast expanses of clouds beneath his feet.
He took a step forward and found that he hadn't fallen; it felt as if there was a solid floor in the clouds beneath his feet.
Xie Ji got up from the ground and stared blankly around at his surroundings.
Seriously? Where did he get a fever from?
He can't be that weak, he wouldn't die before the doctor arrived, right?
Even though I already knew I was terrible at combat, there was no need to be this bad!
It's the Star Calendar era already, and they still dare to burn people alive?!
Damn, I've never seen such an embarrassing way to die in my life!
"Um!"
The voice in my ear suddenly grew louder, as if it couldn't help but overflow from its lips, a sweet and cloying sound.
Xie Ji then noticed a wooden bed in this vast white expanse.
The bed curtains fell layer by layer, stretching endlessly across the floor. The white gauze curtains filled the entire space; it was this white gauze that had just covered his eyes, winding its way out from the bed.
After looking around for a while, Xie Ji belatedly realized that there seemed to be two overlapping figures on the bed.
Xie Ji: "?"
Dream?
This dream probably won't pass censorship, right?
He hesitated for a long time, unsure whether he should leave or go closer to see who the two figures on the bed were.
How dare you be so brazen in someone else's dream!
Have you no manners at all?!
"Go..." Xie Ji took two steps back. The white curtains stretched to the horizon, as if all that remained in this world were these things before him.
It seems unlikely that they can leave.
Xie Ji could only very presumptuously walk towards the bed.
"Gently, sweetie..."
He heard a familiar voice speaking in a tone that was completely unfamiliar to him.
Tender and poignant, with a lingering, sticky tone at the end.
Two figures were reflected in the white curtains, and a strand of golden hair peeked out from within the curtains.
The figure on the bed stirred, embracing the waist of the person who had bent over, burying their head in the neck, their voice trembling. "... Master, I've suffered so much. After you left, the burden on my shoulders has become too heavy."
"Huh? Nonsense... When have I ever made you suffer? The heaviest burden on your shoulders is my legs!"
The last words were forcefully suppressed in his throat, followed by even more ambiguous sounds, and the person's muffled moans from under the covers.
It appeared that someone had covered his mouth with something.
Xie Ji: "..."
wrong.
That's 100% or 20% wrong.
Why does that person's voice sound so much like his?
Was he delirious from the fever and dreaming?
He quickened his pace, wanting to run over and reach out to lift the white gauze curtain that was in his way.
No matter how hard he ran, he could never get close to the bed.
A gentle breeze swept by, lifting a corner of the curtain to reveal a glimpse of spring.
Xie Ji saw a half-inch of snow-white, delicate collarbone, covered with purple and blue bite marks and traces of fallen plum blossoms.
The next moment, the person on top leaned down and bit into that piece of flesh again. Sharp tiger teeth pierced the skin, oozing blood that snaked down the icy skin and jade-like bones.
The man looked up and glanced at Xie Ji.
Crimson purple eyes, filled with desire and passion, brimming with madness and obsession.
Xie Ji's breath caught in his throat, and he felt as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt, his vision instantly spinning.
He instantly opened his eyes and sat up, letting out a terrified scream, "Damn it!!"
"What's wrong? What's wrong? What happened?"
The urgent cries beside him pulled him back to reality. Ji Shi's face loomed large before him, and he anxiously pressed Xie Ji's shoulder, shaking him. "Are you alright, Little Ji?!"
Xie Ji already had a headache, and the shake made him even more dizzy. Suppressing his nausea, he said, "You..."
"What's wrong? What's wrong?!" Ji Shi continued shaking, "This is the 'poor shaking method' you taught me, didn't you say it was very effective? Xie Ji, don't die! Be strong, Xie Ji!!!"
Xie Ji: "I..."
Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have said that. Is karma really coming so fast?
Before he could finish speaking, Ji Shi's hand was quickly pulled away by Lu Xunji, whose icy voice whispered in his ear, "I'm just going out to get him some water and give him his medicine, and you're allowed to come in and cause him trouble? Get lost!"
Xie Ji could no longer hold it in, and bent over, clutching the edge of the bed: "Ugh—"