Chapter 43: What did you make me drink?

You really don't feel anything?

Lin Zhi Jing gripped the teaching stick and swept it up, down, left, and right across Ye Xi'an's soles, missing no spot; Ye Xi'an couldn't even brace her toes.

If it weren't for seeing the redness at the corners of Ye Xi'an's eyes, he might actually have believed her.

Little thing, you can still endure.

Veins bulged on Ye Xi'an's forehead, but she still forced a wry smile and insisted: "I don't feel anything—I've taken painkillers; what feeling could there be?"

Lin Zhi Jing pretended to be regretful, but the corner of his mouth curled into a mischievous smile.

He leaned down, warm breath spraying over Ye Xi'an's ear, his voice tinged with a hint of apology.

Actually, it's my problem—then I'll increase the intensity.

At first, facing the overwhelming itch, Ye Xi'an could still endure, but as the teaching whip's movements grew faster and lighter, her face flushed crimson and her breathing became somewhat disordered.

Her lotus-seed-like toes began to spasm uncontrollably, and she finally couldn't hold back.

Stop…… stop……

Ye Xi'an's voice trembled with tears as she sat up and grabbed the still-wriggling teaching whip.

Having held it in for too long, a faint blush rose on Ye Xi'an's cheeks, her whole person like a ripe peach; Lin Zhi Jing couldn't help but stare.

After he came to, he somewhat awkwardly put the teaching whip away: "Do you feel it now?"

Ye Xi'an looked at Lin Zhi Jing through tear-filled eyes: "Maybe, maybe the medicine's worn off."

Lin Zhi Jing snorted coldly, still putting up a front—why was she pretending? Was she afraid he'd find out the reason for her special constitution?

Could it be that he's just that untrustworthy in her heart?

Lin Zhi Jing took a deep breath and said: "It seems you're not special to every potion, but to be safe, we should try again."

Speaking, he produced a bottle of pink potion from some unknown corner, his brows furrowed as if troubled: "What's the effect of this potion again?"

After thinking a while, he still couldn't recall: "Forget it, you'll know once you use it."

He handed the pink potion to Ye Xi'an: "This one's oral; just drink a little."

Ye Xi'an took the pink potion, feeling a bit panicked; Lin Zhi Jing wasn't telling her the effect, so how would she pretend later!

Or maybe you should think hard—do you really not remember the test agent's effect at all?

I don't remember.

Lin Zhi Jing certainly remembered; this test agent was one he bought from the market and then further enhanced its potency.

It can be taken orally or applied externally.

If one wanted to use it against an enemy, only a capful would be needed; if too much was drunk, what exactly would happen, he truly didn't know.

After all, on Zhu Shen Xing there isn't a single living creature available for experiments; the only usable subjects are the soldiers outside.

But he feared that drinking too much would cause a fatality hard to contain, so last time he gave a soldier half a capful, and to this day the soldier hasn't crawled out of the water.

Thinking that, he told Ye Xi'an: "Wait a moment, absolutely do not drink."

Saying that, he went to the cabinet behind him to find a rubber-tipped dropper, lest Ye Xi'an actually drink too much.

But Ye Xi'an was deep in worry, and didn't hear his words at all.

Ye Xi'an held the test agent, looking at the pink potion of unknown effect in her hand, her thoughts racing a thousand ways; since she didn't know the medicine's effect, she might as well drink more to see if she could feel something, then later she could exaggerate her reaction.

Thinking that, she gulped down the whole bottle in one go.

Lin Zhi Jing found the dropper, turned back, and saw Ye Xi'an clutching the bottle and blowing into it; his narrow phoenix eyes widened in shock, his heart nearly leaping out of his throat.

Stop!

Saying that, he condensed a golden bead in his heart and shot it swiftly at the bottle in Ye Xi'an's hand.

Unfortunately, he was still a step too late; Ye Xi'an had already drunk the entire bottle.

Ye Xi'an!

Lin Zhi Jing's voice was almost squeezed out of his throat, filled with unprecedented panic.

He rushed to her side, with no time to scold, and thrust his finger into Ye Xi'an's throat.

Lin Zhi Jing's fingers were long; his probing made Ye Xi'an want to vomit, but his finger blocked her throat, so she couldn't, and who decent person sticks a finger in someone's throat?

She closed her eyes in distress, her slender, delicate brows knitting together as she violently pushed away Lin Zhi Jing's hand, emitting muffled "uh-uh-uh" sounds.

But Lin Zhi Jing only wanted Ye Xi'an to vomit up the potion she'd drunk, paying no heed to her struggle.

Spit it out, spit it out quickly!

His voice was low and urgent, as if commanding yet also pleading.

Seeing Ye Xi'an still struggling, he could only clamp his large hand behind her head, while his other hand jabbed harder into her mouth, trying to stimulate her throat to make her vomit.

Ye Xi'an's body jerked violently, then she began to retch violently; Lin Zhi Jing seized the moment, withdrawing the hand blocking her throat to let her vomit.

These past two days she hadn't eaten anything, only bringing up clear water and sticky gastric fluid in her dry heaves.

But Lin Zhi Jing still wouldn't let her go; Ye Xi'an had just suffered a bit, he reached out again to probe, but she dodged in time, rolling to the other side of the bed, looking at him with a face that said "you're a pervert".

You're coming again!

"Doctor Lin, although you saved Bao Jing, I also promised to help you test the medicine. If you keep subjecting me to such perverse conduct, then, well, that's a different price!"

Lin Zhi Jing said nothing, then shot up from the bed like a male ghost and lunged straight at Ye Xi'an.

Under the violent impact, the shoddy iron-frame bed squeaked.

His sudden move frightened Ye Xi'an till her face lost color; she screamed and tried to run out.

But Lin Zhi Jing grabbed her hair, the scalp-pulling pain forcing Ye Xi'an to halt her steps; she even stepped back twice, then crashed into Lin Zhi Jing's firm, warm embrace.

Ye Xi'an was seized by Lin Zhi Jing from behind, her hair gripped, forced to stare wide-eyed and tilt her head back to look at him.

Seeing Lin Zhi Jing's pupils slightly trembling and his teeth clenched tight, she froze.

She was the one being forced, yet Lin Zhi Jing wore that expression—what the hell? He opened his mouth and asked: "What the hell do you want! uh-uh-uh."

He hadn't even finished saying "what the hell" when Lin Zhi Jing's hand plunged back into Ye Xi'an's mouth.

Even as she bites her finger hard, blood gushing, Lin Zhi Jing still prods at her at their own whim.

After several rounds of teasing, Ye Xi'an feels she has emptied her stomach, a bit weak, her body softening as she leans into Lin Zhi Jing's embrace.

Seeing that Ye Xi'an truly can't vomit any more, Lin Zhi Jing finally stops.

Lin Zhi Jing's gaze fixed on her face, fearing to miss any slight change.

Ye Xi'an, breath like a wisp, glowers at Lin Zhi Jing with mournful resentment, wants to curse but can't find words, her throat burning with pain.

But after a moment, Ye Xi'an feels a slight heat spreading through her body, her complexion turning an abnormal rosy hue.

Ye Xi'an freezes for a moment; this feeling is somewhat like

She suddenly widens her eyes, looking at Lin Zhi Jing in disbelief, her voice hoarse: "What did you give me to drink?"

(End of chapter)