Chapter 77: Treatment

Tiffany was stunned. After the war ended, that had happened. She, Charlie, and Duncan were inexplicably caught there.

For three consecutive days, the three of them were required to scoop water from the river ditch under the noon sun and lift it to another place, using brushes to clean the moss.

Mainly because there were beggars defecating there. On the second day, Tiffany almost fainted and was woken up by a stick from the foreman who was supervising.

Tiffany and the others were almost tortured to the point of mental instability before they were released.

When she came to her senses, she saw Adele resting her chin on her hand.

"Evelyn, this person... you say she is philanthropic and became a savior, but she is also vengeful and impatient with everyone."

She looked at Tiffany and the others, "So from a behavioral point of view, she has already forgiven you, but if you really want to apologize, just apologize to her properly."

On the other side, in the palace courtyard on the first floor, a pond of clear water was embedded among the flowers and trees, with water lilies floating on the surface.

The central fountain splashed fine light spots, and carved stone flower pots stood by the pool, filled with clusters of pink and purple flowers.

Vines and flowers were entwined on it, hazy and dreamy. Two figures were intertwined in the arcade, and the girl's black hair was scattered on the shoulder and neck of the masked man.

"... Put me down."

Su Mian's voice carried a heavy nasal tone, and she protested in a daze with her eyes narrowed.

"When you were surrounded by a group of soldiers, your footsteps were floating and your face was flushed. Anyone who didn't know would think you were intoxicated by lust."

Su Mian kept a straight face, "I just have a fever."

Si Shi chuckled, placed the girl on the carved armrest of the arcade, and her back was tickled by the leaves of the rose bush behind her.

Su Mian moved uncomfortably. Suddenly, she lost her balance and could only press one hand on the man's head.

The touch of the red hair wasn't as stiff as she imagined; it was actually somewhat soft and felt very comfortable.

A piece of silk covered her eyes. Her head was very dull, and she didn't resist immediately.

"... What are you doing?"

"I don't know if Detective Miss remembers."

His voice came from bottom to top. It could be clearly heard that this person had taken off his mask.

Realizing this, Su Mian became nervous instead. Her dangling feet had no support and could only sway to stick to the man's body.

"In the last instance, you were injured and fell into a coma. I treated you, and the method of treatment was..."

"My saliva."

Su Mian's brain went blank for a moment, and she suddenly remembered many fragmented clips. The wound on her ankle... so it was...

"So?"

Su Mian pretended to be calm, but felt cold, slender fingers grab her lower leg and move upward slowly.

"Hmm... the Undying Horse told me that your thighs and tailbone were all worn out."

"If they don't get better quickly, you will still have these wounds in the next instance."

Realizing what Si Shi wanted to do, her breathing instantly became chaotic. She struggled to support her arms and wanted to get down from the platform.

"No..."

Before she could finish a complete sentence, she was easily put back again.

"Isn't this asking for the demon's protection?"

His high nose bridge was already pressed against the soft root of Su Mian's legs, and every breath made her scalp tingle. His palm forcefully pushed one side open.

"I'm just doing what I should do, Mian Mian."

"Hmm—"

Su Mian widened her eyes and trembled all over, covering her mouth with her hands and swallowing her unfinished words.

His... head... was... in... her skirt.

Too strange.

The warm touch carried electric current, sucking, pausing, deepening, and she could even faintly feel the fangs pricking her skin.

Although he only wandered in the injured areas and was just a little bit away from stepping into the forbidden temple, the scorching and numbing feeling swept through her whole body. Su Mian was provoked to straighten her insteps, and she wanted to lift her legs in chaos and helplessness but was pressed down.

"Si Shi—"

The voice that shouted out carried a distorted panting, successfully making the person stop. That person still looked at her with a blank expression, as if he really didn't understand anything and was just treating her.

"Are you uncomfortable?"

"Are you... doing this on purpose?"

Si Shi blinked and shook his head again, smiling at her from behind the mask.

"It is my honor that Detective Miss can have such a big reaction."

Saying that, without giving Su Mian any time to react, he tied Su Mian's two hands and pressed them against the carved stone pillar on the side.

Her black hair covered her side face, revealing only her petite nose tip covered in fine sweat. Her body subconsciously collapsed, soft and hazy.

Her back was completely exposed to his sight. Si Shi moved his teeth silently.

Su Mian buried her face in her elbows and gave up completely.

"Hurry up."

"Hmm, you actually didn't lose your temper at me."

His voice became a bit hoarse.

"If you say anything else, it might not be the case."

Su Mian gritted her teeth. In Si Shi's perspective, there was only a side face that was puffed up with anger. He bent his lips, reached out to hook Su Mian's hem, leaving only keen touch and amplified senses.

The moment his lips touched her, Su Mian's pathological habit of suppressing emotions completely shattered. She panted and threatened.

"If you dare to go down, I'll kill you."

Anxiety caused her to be unable to use the cold mask to cover everything up anymore.

"Hmm."

A light reply made Su Mian furious. She just wanted to pour out the dirty words in her brain, but in the next moment of tongue entanglement, it changed its tone.

Almost.

Just a little bit...

He stopped.

"Evelyn, no dirty words."

He seemed to have turned back into that hypocritical priest, giving pleasure with a bad taste.

Si Shi let go of the girl's hem, looking at the little cat who was completely lost and wet, leaning against the stone pillar, and his dark thoughts were completely satisfied.

He stroked the girl's hair gently, just like after the fact.

"That's right. If you have a temper, just vent it. Why hold it in?"

"..."

Su Mian didn't want to speak, breathing rapidly with her eyes lowered, "You seem to know I'm sick."

The air stagnated for a moment. Only the sound of the fountain remained. Fireflies flew past. Si Shi slowly put away his smile.

"I don't know."

"I only know that Mian Mian is the same as me, wearing a mask."

"Just never willing to take it off."

Nightfall was approaching.

She squatted by the fountain for a long time, as if she were buffering, but actually, it seemed she hadn't thought about anything.

The wound healed in less than half an hour after being licked, but she couldn't take a step.

No matter how difficult the case script was, she would figure it out after thinking about the logic for three to five days, but as soon as she thought of this person Si Shi, her brain would overload and explode.

Do you regret binding?

It doesn't seem so.

Do you feel disgusted by his touch?

It doesn't seem so either.

It wasn't until the guests in the palace flowed out one after another that Su Mian came to her senses and stood up.

She just wanted to leave, but paused at the carved armrest just now.

A rosewood photo frame was placed there. In the center of the photo frame, a snow-white feather was inlaid.

The broken part was sewn with fine stitches, making it impossible for people to see anything unusual. ===== CHAPTER 78 =====

The tear was stitched together with fine thread, making it impossible for anyone to see anything unusual.