Chapter 398. Remember to devote yourself (second update)

The night was deep and silent, with the clear sound of flowing water babbling along.

By the stream, amidst a pile of chaotic rocks, two figures nestled close together.

Suddenly, the man’s well-defined large hand moved, the back of it covered in bruises and bloodstains.

Those cold and dark eyes slowly opened, a flash of cold light emerging from their depths.

Thinking of something abruptly, Li Mochan instinctively looked at the person in his arms, and by the pale moonlight, he glimpsed the woman’s pale face, drained of blood.

Li Mochan sat up, avoiding the wound on her shoulder, and helped her to rise.

He reached out to caress her face, his hoarse voice barely concealing his anxiety, "Wolf cub, wake up, please wake up..."

"Mohan." A weak voice sounded, Ye Jiuliang struggled to open her eyes, her bloodied hand covering his.

Gasping for breath, she unsteadily said, "There is medicine in the hidden pocket of my clothes."

She had prepared it just in case, but she hadn’t expected to use the healing medicine on herself.

If it weren’t for her unique constitution, the poison on that dark arrow would have cost her half her life by now.

Thankfully, the dark arrow hadn’t hit him, she thought to herself.

Seeing her awake brightened Li Mochan’s gaze, and upon hearing her words, he quickly searched her clothing and found a small medicine pouch.

He poured out the medicine, just a few pills the size of fingernails, "What should I do?"

Ye Jiuliang took a pill and put it in her mouth, then brought another to his lips.

"Swallow it."

Li Mochan’s thin lips parted slightly, and he swallowed the pill she offered, the faint bitterness spreading between his lips.

"Squeeze the poisoned blood from my shoulder, crush the pill and sprinkle it on the wound," Ye Jiuliang said, laboriously shifting her body and pulling down her collar.

Her pale, jade-like skin was stained with fresh blood, the wound from the dark arrow looking quite terrifying.

Li Mochan steadied her as she sat up, his eyes fixing on the wound on her shoulder, his brows furrowing.

Bending down, his lips touched the wound, now oozing black blood.

"Li Mochan, have you gone mad, I..." Ye Jiuliang realized what was happening and raised her hand to push him away, accidentally tugging at her wound and crying out in pain.

She had intended for him to squeeze out the poison, not use his mouth.

Li Mochan held her hand down and turned his head to spit out a mouthful of black blood.

"Puh—"

After several attempts, he finally sucked all the poison out.

Li Mochan pinched the pill, applying slight pressure, and the pill crumbled into powder over her wound.

"Hiss—" Ye Jiuliang frowned, clutching Li Mochan’s hand tightly.

It truly hurt like hell.

Li Mochan gazed down at her, his fingertips gently stroking her cheek.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

Ye Jiuliang forced a smile, her lips curling slightly, "It’s bearable."

"I really don’t know what to do with you," Li Mochan said with a hint of helplessness in his eyes, bowing his head to gently peck her lips.

As the poison receded, Ye Jiuliang felt more like joking, snuggling in his arms lazily, "Li Mochan, for your sake, I’ve suffered this much, remember you have to take responsibility."

Her playful tone was as cheeky as ever, causing Li Mochan to laugh softly, and he warmly agreed.

The night air was cool, Li Mochan took off his coat, shook off the dust, and then draped it over her.

"Mohan, what exactly are those people after?" Snuggling into a comfortable position in his arms, Ye Jiuliang pondered the events of the past few days.

"They took the people from the Dark Hall, yet didn’t kill them. Out of so many of us, they were determined to hunt you down."

Whoever was hiding behind these schemes had many layers and secret intentions yet to be revealed.