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Swallowing hard, Fu Yicen gripped Zhou's waist and took a gentle bite of his rosy lips.

"Is this pressure enough?"

Wide almond eyes stared in astonishment; Zhou Rendong had an epiphany, his heart pounding as he realized the truth.

That "discussion" wasn’t in the dream at all!

Chapter 81 - Hiss... You're So Wicked

"I... I... I..."

Zhou Rendong instantly sobered, placing his clenched fist on Fu Yicen's chest, his eyes darting around before asking timidly, "Would you believe me if I said I was dreaming just now?"

Fu Yicen's slender fingers touched the red string on Zhou's wrist, his eyes slightly mocking as he gave him a "What do you think?" look.

"But, but I was really dreaming!"

With Fu Yicen's gaze on him, Zhou's once defiant tone dwindled, the final word nearly swallowed.

"Even in your dreams, you think I lack strength?" Fu Yicen smirked, a playful glint in his eyes.

Zhou Rendong froze, quickly shaking his head, "No!"

To emphasize, he gave Fu Yicen a thumbs up, trying to appease, "You're the best!"

But Fu Yicen wasn't buying the little fellow's white lies. He leaned in, capturing Zhou's lips more fiercely than before, intertwining their tongues.

As expected, it didn't take long for Zhou to let out contented moans, more audacious and passionate than usual.

Chuckling, Fu Yicen deliberately broke the kiss at its peak, forcing Zhou to look at him.

"Mmm... please..." Zhou wrapped his arms around his neck, pleading, "Kiss me again, okay?"

"Was that kiss satisfactory?" Fu Yicen teased. Seeing Zhou's reluctance to answer, he continued prodding.

Zhou felt like he was being roasted, tormented by the man's repeated embarrassing question, eventually yielding with a nod.

"Fine!"

"You're too much!"

"Hurry... please..."

His soft voice held a pleading tone, making it hard for Fu Yicen to resist.

Fu Yicen's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes darkening as he leaned down, kissing Zhou almost breathlessly.

His hands weren’t idle either, tracing Zhou's collarbone, traveling downwards...

That night was destined to be wild and unforgettable.

The next day.

Yuan Yue came early to attend to them but was stopped by Fu Yicen at the door, being instructed to hang a sign at the medical hall indicating a temporary closure.

After placing the sign, he headed to the kitchen to prepare a nourishing porridge for his young master.

Recalling the blood Zhou coughed up the night before, he, in frustration, added extra rice and an additional rib to the pot.

Whatever the young master doesn't eat, he'll consume himself!

Comforting himself with this thought, he felt justified in his actions.

At that moment, a figure hurriedly entered from outside.

Yuan Yue glanced up, surprised to see Jin Feng, whom he hadn’t seen in a long while. A look of delight appeared on his face, and he stood up, greeting with a smile, "Deputy General Jin! What brings you here?"

Jin Feng scratched his head, grinning at him, "There wasn’t much need for me in the capital. Commander Liu sent me to assist the general in the south. I thought... since you're here too, I'd come along."

Yuan Yue was taken aback, rubbing his face sheepishly, "I see."

"I brought you a gift." With that, Jin Feng pulled a white handkerchief from his pocket, unfolding it layer by layer to reveal a simple yet luminous jade hairpin.

"This..." Yuan Yue waved his hands repeatedly, stepping back, "It's too valuable. I can't accept it."

Even if Yuan Yue wasn't knowledgeable about jade, the hairpin's luster made it evident that it was a valuable piece.

Already indebted to Jin Feng and without any close ties, how could he accept such a valuable gift?

But Jin Feng was insistent, shoving the hairpin into Yuan Yue’s hand, "I thought it suited you. If you don’t like it, just throw it away."

After saying this, Jin Feng, a man who had killed countless on the battlefield, blushed and quickly turned away.

Yuan Yue stood there, puzzled, looking down at the hairpin in his hand, a conflicted expression on his face.

Gu Huo, waking up to find Yuan Yue gone, went looking for him. He just happened to witness this scene from around the corner.

A sour feeling rose in his heart, but he had no place to intervene in Yuan Yue's matters. He clenched his fist, his gaze lingering on Jin Feng's retreating figure, a mix of jealousy and bitterness.

Could Yuan Yue actually have feelings for Jin Feng?

An overwhelming sense of threat made him lose control of his internal energy. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, nearly collapsing.

Wan Wenyuan heard that the Chunfeng Hall had temporarily closed. Concerned something had happened to Zhou Rendong, he hurried over, only to find a weakened Gu Huo in the courtyard.

"Has your old ailment relapsed?"

Approaching him, Wan Wenyuan took his pulse, his brow furrowing deeply.

Previously, at the Northwestern camp, Wan Wenyuan was preoccupied with Zhou Rendong and Fu Yicen, neglecting Gu Huo's condition. When he had time later, he lost track of Gu Huo.

Now, encountering him again, the physician knew he had to intervene, "Rest. I'll give you acupuncture."

Wiping the blood from his lips, Gu Huo shook his head, "If the young master can't help, Doctor Wan, there's no need to trouble yourself."

"He might be unable, but I am his teacher!"

Now in his later years, Wan Wenyuan was often reluctant to treat common illnesses, preferring to tackle complex cases. He firmly held onto Gu Huo, preventing him from leaving.

Their commotion drew out Yuan Yue from the kitchen.

When he learned that Wan Wenyuan was confident in treating Gu Huo's condition, a genuinely happy smile appeared on his face, one he didn't even notice himself.

Gu Huo lowered his gaze to see that smile, momentarily faltering. The bitterness in his heart seemed to lessen.

"Then I shall entrust his care to Master Wan," Yuan Yue said after inquiring about the treatment. He thanked the esteemed doctor, adding, "He will follow medical advice, I'll see to it!"

"Let's proceed then."