Chapter 46: Legitimate Husband

Bao Jing had been unconscious for so long; he never expected that upon waking he would see Ye Xi'an pinned to the ground by a disheveled strange male.

He stared blankly for a long while, yet neither of the two people on the ground noticed he had awakened.

At first he was a bit confused, thinking Ye Xi'an had found a new husband, which made him feel a little down, thinking that after suffering such serious injuries and falling into a coma, Ye Xi'an still had the mood to look for a partner.

But seeing Ye Xi'an's tightly shut eyes and her obviously abnormal state, he immediately realized that this male in a white coat was not Ye Xi'an's new husband, but was taking advantage of her unclear consciousness to molest her!

Could he still tolerate that?

He immediately shouted to stop, enduring the pain of the scabs on his back cracking open, and was about to jump off the sickbed, but the bandages behind him held him back; Bao Jing turned to pull at them and saw that only the skeletal framework of his wings remained, his pupils suddenly constricting.

He recalled that before losing consciousness he had held Ye Xi'an and used his wings to block those males' attacks, which turned him into this state.

But he had no regrets; this was the honor of a male!

Bao Jing gritted his teeth and tore off the bandages; the fleshless skeletal frame dragged behind him as he turned and got out of bed, pushed Lin Zhi Jing off Ye Xi'an, scooped up the unconscious Ye Xi'an into his arms, and locked his cold gaze with Lin Zhi Jing.

Lin Zhi Jing instantly resumed his standing posture the moment he was pushed away, his slender brows knitting tightly together as he glared, full of displeasure, to see who had interrupted his business.

When he saw it was Bao Jing, his brows furrowed even tighter—why wake up at any other time but now?

He rose to his feet and stood facing Bao Jing; they were about the same height, but their temperaments were utterly different.

Lin Zhi Jing was cold from the inside out, a chill that seemed to seep from his bones, as if nothing in the world could catch his eye, and he remained aloof and distant toward everyone.

Bao Jing, however, was only cold on the surface; if you could get into his heart, he would be willing to cut out his own scorching heart and give it to you.

Bao Jing held Ye Xi'an, his eyes wary; he could sense that the other's ability level was very strong, at least stronger than the male at the train station that day: "Who are you?"

Lin Zhi Jing curled his lip in disdain as he looked at Bao Jing; he couldn't understand how such a feeble female as Ye Xi'an would choose such a weak male.

He kept a cold face, not paying Bao Jing any heed at all; if it weren't for the fact that Bao Jing was Ye Xi'an's husband, he would have already moved in and snatched Ye Xi'an away.

Lin Zhi Jing did not answer Bao Jing's question, but said: "I advise you to hand her over to me quickly, or else she might die."

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

Bao Jing could not tolerate anyone cursing Ye Xi'an; since they were not inside San Huan where abilities could be used freely, he raised his hand and formed several wind blades that flew toward Lin Zhi Jing's neck.

Lin Zhi Jing sneered, "Such a low-level ability is embarrassing to show off; I don't even need to use an ability—I can scatter these fragile wind blades with bare hands."

"You!"

Bao Jing widened his eyes; he had thought the opponent strong, but not this strong—where on earth did Ye Xi'an provoke such a powerful male?

"I don't want to waste words with you; Ye Xi'an will really die, and I have no need to lie to you," Lin Zhi Jing said, looking at Bao Jing with the gaze of one looking at trash: "After all, you're so weak—I only need to move a finger to take her back, right?"

Bao Jing was speechless; among males, strength determines rank, and the person before him indeed had no need to deceive himself; he turned his gaze to Ye Xi'an in his arms.

Ye Xi'an's consciousness was now muddled; her originally fair little face was now as red and hot as a boiled red egg.

Her petite body writhed uncomfortably against him, beads of crystal-clear sweat oozing from her skin and soaking her shirt and hair, revealing her delicate female figure.

Bao Jing swallowed, deeply worried: "What's wrong with my wife?"

"She's been dosed with a strengthening spring drug."

Upon hearing that, Bao Jing's sharp eagle eyes blazed with fury: "Who is it! I'll kill him!"

"If you keep dawdling, she really will die."

Bao Jing lowered his head to look at Ye Xi'an, then at Lin Zhi Jing in his white coat, but the man's chest was exposed, and he had just been lying on Ye Xi'an—no matter how you look at it he doesn't seem like a good person: "How do you intend to save her?"

Lin Zhi Jing said solemnly: "Naturally, I would contribute by letting her sleep with me."

Upon hearing that, Bao Jing first felt puzzled, as if he hadn't understood Lin Zhi Jing's words; after it sank in, he gritted his teeth and said: "Just letting her sleep with you would be enough—then what use is there for me, her legitimate husband?"

As Bao Jing spoke, he moved to drive the man away; seeing that Ye Xi'an could barely hold on, he reached out to touch that spot.

Lin Zhi Jing dodged Bao Jing's push, narrowed his gray eyes: "Use you? Are you capable?"

"Nonsense, of course I can!"

Lin Zhi Jing didn't believe him; if you were truly capable, why has Ye Xi'an still not been deflowered—either too short or too broken.

He stepped back: "Let Ye Xi'an decide for herself."

Bao Jing simply couldn't comprehend Lin Zhi Jing: "No, I'm her husband—who are you, and what right do you have to let her choose?"

Lin Zhi Jing gave a slight smile: "Just because I'm strong—let me tell you about this drug's efficacy," he sized Bao Jing up from head to toe, gave a careless snicker, and continued: "I'm afraid you're not up to it."

Before Bao Jing could even get angry, Ye Xi'an in his arms, clinging to life, made the decision for them—since she really couldn't hold out, could these two wait until she survived to argue: "I want Bao Jing."

Lin Zhi Jing's expression changed, carrying a hint of teasing before turning cold; since it was Ye Xi'an's own choice, he had been overly sentimental.

His face showed no expression, but the hand in his pocket had already clenched tightly as he walked straight out of the treatment room.

After Lin Zhi Jing left, Bao Jing finally relaxed, laying the Ye Xi'an in his arms—almost drowned in sweat—onto the bed.

While Lin Zhi Jing had been present, he couldn't closely observe Ye Xi'an's condition; now that no one was around, he stood by the bedside and clearly knew what Ye Xi'an needed at this moment.

But he was still experiencing this for the first time….

A mass of heat surged up to his head with the speed of thunder—too fast to cover one's ears—making his sparse black hair almost smoke.

His face flushed as he bent down to unbutton Ye Xi'an's shirt; each button undone made his face redder, until his face was as red as a monkey's butt before he finally undid all the buttons.

When he pulled the shirt open to both sides to see clearly what was inside.

Bao Jing had a nosebleed.

He hurriedly wiped it away, trembling as he lowered himself.

The infirmary's frame bed was never very sturdy; Lin Zhi Jing stood at the doorway, hearing the creaks and groans from inside, occasionally accompanied by a man's muffled grunt, a feeling of suffocation blocking his chest.

He never expected that after all this effort, he had ended up doing the wedding dress for someone else.

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