Fuyao was flabbergasted. The man shook his head helplessly.
He floated down the tree like a soft cloud. Without much movement, he suddenly appeared in front of Fuyao. "Miss, seeing how you're shivering, I'm sure you must be very cold. Let's … warm up together …" he said with a smile.
Shameless! Fuyao glared at him. I'm obviously scared!
Facing him, the face that had been hidden in the shadows was revealed. That face was like a bright moon rising from the end of the blue sea. In an instant, it illuminated the boundless firmament, causing Fuyao to faint from shock.
After fainting, she immediately regained her senses and cursed the love-struck fool ten thousand times in her heart. She continued to shrink back while maintaining a panicked expression. Her fingers, however, had already stealthily touched her whip.
Before she could touch the tip of the whip, her fingertips suddenly trembled as if they had been repelled by an invisible force. Opposite her, the smiling man retracted his finger and shook his head. "Miss, disguises don't work all the time."
Under the cool moonlight, the man's long robe fluttered in the night wind. With a casual smile, he slowly walked forward. His loose sleeves fluttered like a cloud, reminding one of a phoenix soaring in the Nine Heavens.
There was a type of appearance called holiness.
There was a type of style called charm.
However, few people could combine holiness and charm so seamlessly, turning it into a unique temperament and elegance. Sloppiness was born in elegance, and depth was hidden in warmth.
The sound of gravel breaking could be heard, and a faint, strange fragrance filled the air. The man gracefully and unceremoniously sat down. Under the light of the fire, he slightly tilted his head.
Fuyao's breath caught in her throat.
His raised eyebrows carried an elegant and transcendent arc that reminded one of the willows by the spring in March, carrying the bright and fragrant spring scenery.
All the splendor in the world seemed to be concentrated in his eyes with the exquisite profile of a deity.
Beauty that transcended the mortal world could make people lose their ability to speak. Fuyao felt that she could not speak at that moment.
The man smiled freely and casually brushed the dust off his body. Seeing that the ground could not be cleaned in a short time, he no longer cared. Suddenly, he reached out to grab her shoulder and pulled her to sleep.
Fuyao suddenly rolled onto the wet ground. "You … What are you doing?" she shouted.
The man used his arm as a pillow and didn't get up. He slightly tilted his head to look at her, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. "What are you doing? The night is cold and the dew is heavy. I'm very cold, and sleeping alone is even colder, so I've decided to sleep with you. "
Fuyao blushed. "Erm, I can't take advantage of you …"
"I like to take advantage of others." The man raised his long sleeve and wrapped it around Fuyao's waist, pulling her over. "Shh, be good. Listen to me."
His body exuded a faint, exotic fragrance that was as rich as wine. As his sleeves fluttered, the intoxicating scent spread out like a tinder that ignited Fuyao's rationality. For a moment, she did not know how to react. She froze on the spot, not daring to move. She could vaguely hear his low chuckle beside her ear, and his breath tickled her ear.
That tickling sensation was like a cat scratching at her heart. Fuyao could hear her heart beating rapidly, and her face was burning, causing her to feel dizzy.
Her body, which had never been touched by a man before, was instinctively going limp. However, her rationality kept reminding her to keep her mind clear. She reached out with both hands and desperately pushed against his chest. Just as she was about to break free, she felt warmth in her palms.
Then, a warm current suddenly surged up like a river breaking through a dam. It flowed along the part of their bodies that was in contact with each other, flowing into the slightly blocked meridians of her limbs and bones. Wherever it went, it was like a spring sun or a hot spring, warm, mellow, and vigorous.
The warm current was like a pair of gentle hands performing a miraculous technique within Fuyao's body. The damaged meridians were meticulously repaired, and the toxins were expelled. Even the internal force that had dissipated from her energy center was gradually gathered and condensed into a shape. It was even vaguely more abundant than before.
Fuyao's pale face gradually regained its color. Her eyes widened in surprise as she stared at the man who was smiling with his eyes closed. 'So this is how he healed me?' 'Who is he? How does he know about my condition? Why is he helping me? '
She could not help but look at the man's body. Men from the Five Continents Continent loved to wear various accessories that symbolized their status. One could roughly tell just by looking at the accessories. However, this man's style was clearly different from ordinary people. Other than the high-quality, yet unostentatious, light-colored robe, there was nothing else on him.
Fuyao's gaze finally landed on the edge of the man's right palm that was slowly retracting. There, the mark she had seen earlier became clearer. It vaguely resembled a petal.
Sensing her gaze, the man did not open his eyes. Instead, he suddenly said softly, "The internal force I lent you will be effective for six hours. If you want to use it, you'd better hurry up."
Fuyao was stunned for a moment before she realized what he had just said. She jumped up and stared at him in shock. After a while, she stammered, "Who are you? How did you know that I … How did I know … "
"You should know that taking too much of One Finger Frost will damage your meridians. Yet, you ate four of them in one go and didn't even have time to recover. If it's not because you're anxious for revenge, then why?" The man sat up and raised his eyebrows at her with a smile. "But let me remind you that Pei Yuan's family is very powerful. Are you sure you want to continue?"
"It's not like she can go around the world with her family behind her back." Fuyao smiled, revealing a hint of slyness and arrogance. "If there's a grudge, I'll definitely take revenge! As for the future, it's fine if she doesn't touch me. If she does, I'll escape. If she slacks off, I'll come back and bite her again. You have to know, "she winked." Sometimes, a huge figure might not be as free as a wanderer like me. "
The man glanced at her and praised her with a smile. "Good, very good."
Fuyao smiled elegantly.
"Very scoundrel."
…
Ignoring Fuyao's dark expression, the man continued, "It's a pity that there are so many people in the Mystic Essence Sword Sect. Pei Yuan's martial arts aren't weak either. Given your previous condition, it would have been difficult for you to defeat her. How could it be easy to punish her without alerting others?"
Meng Fuyao glared at him, thinking that he had seen everything clearly from the top of the cliff. "That's my business!" she said hatefully. "That's my business!" she said. "That's my business! You didn't do anything before, but now you're trying to be the good guy? "
"I wasn't on the peak just now. I only saw their movements from afar." The man wasn't angry. "Do you want it? If not, I'll take it back. "
Fuyao was stunned. After thinking about it, she realized that he was referring to the inner force he had lent her. "I want it!" she yelled.
Just as she finished speaking, she heard the man chuckle. His eyes were as bright as the galaxy, and his voice was filled with mockery. "Hmm … You want it?"
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