Chapter 1009: [Save Me] (Part 2)

Hu Xiaotian glanced at Yan Nujiao, then at Yan Boguang, who had been stripped down to just a pair of **. Either he would stand by and let them die, or if he had to choose one to save, he could only save Yan Nujiao. To say Yan Nujiao really looks not bad—I remember the first time I saw this girl, she wore an ultra‑short skirt that revealed a pair of long, beautiful legs, and her eyes, like green jewels, sparkled, which truly stunned Hu Xiaotian. But stunned is stunned; being with her in this state really isn't quite proper, it borders on taking advantage of her peril.

Yan Nujiao saw Hu Xiaotian still hesitating, her jewel‑like green eyes fixed on him in the darkness and said: "Sir Hu, I know I am ugly and of low birth; I have no designs on you. I am not Han, so I don't have all your Han customs and notions. Even if you take pity on me, I will never pester you, nor will I ask you to bear any responsibility, nor will I seek death or cling to life, nor will I remain devoted to you alone. Rest assured, I will still seek the one I truly love and marry him."

Hu Xiaotian heard her speak so openly, it was utterly a modern woman's mindset; the little girl already sees this matter so lightly, why am I being sentimental? Could I really just stand by and let them die? Hu Xiaotian said: "We Han people observe that men and women should not be intimate, but I cannot bear to watch your brother and sister die like this…" He lifted his head to look at the well opening, feeling embarrassed: "We can't possibly do it here, can we? Your second brother is still right beside us…"

Yan Nujiao knew he had finally agreed to save her, yet she felt a sudden shyness. She raised her hand and pulled out the golden needle inserted into her forehead acupoint, whispering, "It's too late." She leaned against the well wall and approached her second brother, then, with all her remaining strength, thrust the golden needle in her hand into his acupoint to make sure he wouldn't wake up midway.

Seeing Yan Nujiao's action, Hu Xiaotian felt a bit overwhelmed. He didn't object to fooling around, and he wasn't afraid either, but to do this in front of her brother in this dry well—good heavens! What kind of mental fortitude would that require? A thunderous feeling rolled through Hu Xiaotian's chest as he looked at the temporarily unconscious Yan Boguang; for the first time he felt sorry for this guy.

After Yan Nujiao removed the golden needle, she immediately felt her face flush and her heart race. She always acted decisively, rarely hesitating, and it was precisely this nature that emboldened her to proactively ask Hu Xiaotian to save her in front of him. She steeled herself, embraced him from behind, and whispered, "Save me…"

Hu Xiaotian's heart shuddered; he had never before encountered such an assertive girl. Perhaps, as Yan Nujiao herself said, she is not a Han woman, so she never regarded male‑female relations as all that important, and nobody else cares either—why should I get tangled up in propriety here? If I wanted to be a so‑called gentleman, then Yan Nujiao and Yan Boguang would surely be doomed. To say their brother‑sister pair shouldn't suffer any major mishap—after all, Yan Boguang's body had once been tampered with by me; he is willing but unable.

Yan Nujiao's scorching cherry lips kissed Hu Xiaotian's neck. She whispered softly, "Could you really bear to watch us die?"

Hu Xiaotian bit his lip, the spring wind beating the war drums. Who have I ever feared in this life? Today I am not taking advantage of danger; I am acting on the medical humanitarian spirit of saving lives and healing the wounded. As a doctor, how could I just watch a patient die and do nothing? At that moment he heard a rustling behind him—it was Yan Nujiao removing her clothes. Her naked, delicate body re‑embraced Hu Xiaotian's half‑naked frame; his sturdy frame shuddered, he could not help it—if he didn't, he wouldn't be a normal man. He sighed, "Miss Yan, I harbor no improper thoughts toward you; any offense is purely unavoidable." Turning away, he saw that Yan Nujiao was completely naked, her perfect form fully exposed to him, eyes tightly shut, a picture of inviting charm. Hu Xiaotian was no saint, and seeing this, he hesitated no longer.

Yan Boguang slowly came to, a terrible thought surging in his mind. He hurriedly sat up to check his clothes, only to find they were still properly on him. He raised his arm, saw several golden needles inserted in both hands, reached up and touched his forehead—there too were needles. Yan Boguang exclaimed in alarm, "Nujiao… Nujiao…"

A familiar voice came from outside: "She's gone to brew medicine for you." It was Hu Xiaotian walking slowly into this meditation room.

Seeing Hu Xiaotian, Yan Boguang was startled and hastily sat up: "Where is my sister? What did you do to her?"

Hu Xiaotian felt guilty at his question and for a moment didn't know how to answer. Just then Yan Nujiao walked in holding the freshly brewed herbal medicine, chiding, "Second brother, don't spout nonsense—Sir Hu is our lifesaver."

Seeing his sister, Yan Boguang felt a sudden rush of heartbeat, and his mind instantly flashed with thoughts of heinous crimes. He hastily covered his head, but accidentally struck the golden needle on his forehead, causing him to cry out in pain.

Yan Nujiao came to his side, handed him the herbal medicine, and said, "Drink it!"

Yan Boguang obediently followed his sister's words, lifted the bowl and gulped the herbal medicine down to the last drop, wiped his mouth, and handed the empty bowl back to her. Taking advantage of his inattention, Yan Nujiao pressed another acupoint on him; Yan Boguang went limp and collapsed to the floor, once again losing consciousness.

Hu Xiaotian looked at Yan Boguang lying on the ground and asked softly, "Can the poison in his body really be neutralized?"

Yan Nujiao nodded and said, "I let out quite a bit of his blood, and with this herbal decoction it should neutralize the toxins in his body, though completely clearing the residual poison may take a few days; his life should be fine." Her green eyes fixed on Hu Xiaotian as she added, "Thank you!"

Hu Xiaotian felt utterly embarrassed; he had wanted to say it was no trouble, but the words on his lips seemed inappropriate, so he just smiled at Yan Nujiao.

Yan Nujiao turned and left, her steps noticeably unsteady. Hu Xiaotian suddenly thought of something and quickly followed her: "If there's anything I can do for you, you… aren't up to it… or you should just rest."

Yan Nujiao's pretty face remained flushed all the way to her ears; why did he bring this up again? Actually, her mind was full of the scene from the dry well just now. If the first time Hu Xiaotian acted to save her, what was the second time for? She had just experienced intimacy, yet he showed no tenderness—it was… brutal. But recalling the scene, she felt no resentment, only an unprecedented sweetness.

Yan Nujiao said, "I'm fine…"

Hu Xiaotian said, "I was really embarrassed just now—I… I didn't realize it was your first time." He wasn't lying; when Yan Nujiao asked for his help, her openness and frankness led him to think she was unlike the traditional women of this era, but he hadn't expected she was still an unmarried maiden. His conduct just then really was rather rough, perhaps because he had gone too long without release, or perhaps because he was so focused on saving lives that he didn't consider other factors.

Yan Nujiao suddenly turned, fixed her gaze on Hu Xiaotian's eyes, and demanded, "What do you take me for? A wanton, flirtatious woman?"

Hu Xiaotian hastily waved his hands, saying, "I absolutely don't mean that—just…" This guy had taken great advantage tonight, feeling guilty, and his usual silver tongue had turned stammering.

Yan Nujiao bit her cherry lip and said, "Rest assured, I keep my word—I won't tell anyone about tonight, and you mustn't either; between us we'll pretend nothing happened."

Hu Xiaotian thought to himself, "Isn't this self‑deception? What happened has indeed happened, but the feeling from that dry well just now was truly unprecedented—Yan Boguang, my actual brother‑in‑law, lying nearby, just thinking about it is stimulating. This incident proves my psychological resilience is rare in the world. Hu Xiaotian is used to polishing his own image, yet deep down a voice tells him, 'This thick skin of yours is unmatched.'"

Hu Xiaotian said, "Miss Yan, what if…" His gaze flicked to Yan Nujiao's belly—if a single spring breeze had let her conceive secretly, he couldn't just walk away irresponsibly. Looking again at Yan Nujiao, she truly had a distinctive charm; bringing her home as a wife wouldn't be bad. More importantly, although she comes from a bandit den, she remains unstained by the mire, rare in preserving her innate goodness.

Yan Nujiao said, "Even if I were pregnant, I have a way to deal with it—no need to trouble you, Sir." She lifted her head to look at the outside night rain, drizzling softly, and whispered, "Sir Hu, you needn't keep tonight's affair on your mind, nor bear any responsibility; you acted to save lives, the matter arose because of me, and I naturally know how to handle it. I have only one request: from now on, let us never mention this again."

Yan Nujiao's forthright nature instead evoked in Hu Xiaotian a good deal of affection and pity; such a personality is truly rare nowadays—an independent woman with character is indeed endearing.

Hu Xiaotian and Yan Nujiao stood side by side under the eaves, gazing at the night rain outside, and he murmured, "I don't know how long this rain will last."

Yan Nujiao said, "Sir, why don't you leave?"

Hu Xiaotian said, "I want to stay here to keep you out of the rain, and meanwhile wait to see if anyone will come to rescue us." Thinking of Xue Lingjun's abandonment, Hu Xiaotian silently sighed. Although he understands that in great calamity each flies for himself, after Xue Lingjun escaped her predicament a full two hours have passed with no sign of rescue—either she ran into further trouble, or she is indifferent to our fate. The latter seems more likely; recalling how Xue Lingjun previously displayed a hundredfold charm and myriad allure before me, all of it was a false pretense, and Hu Xiaotian's heart turned cold as ice.

Yan Nujiao thought Hu Xiaotian was worried about Xue Lingjun's safety, and she said softly, "She should be fine—someone rode a Snow Eagle away with her, and she should now be in a safe place." After a pause she added, "Are you waiting for her to find people to come rescue you?"

Hu Xiaotian smiled lightly and said, "I never place my hopes in others."

Third Update delivered, still owe Three More! (To be continued…~^~)