Chapter 125 What Medicine to Drink?

Chapter 125: What Medicine to Take?

Xiao Yan raised his hand to brush away the wet strands of hair clinging to Liu Qingci's cheek.

He said, "Hot spring."

"How... how did we get here?" Liu Qingci's eyes filled with even more confusion, his voice still a bit dazed, as if he hadn't fully come to.

Xiao Yan had never experienced such a supernatural phenomenon either.

Besides, Xiao K had started instantly with no warning, catching him completely off guard, and he was sent straight into the hot spring to soak...

This palace was so huge—how did they end up directly in the pool?

Ever since arriving at the hot spring, Xiao K had gone silent again, probably got blocked.

Xiao Yan looked down.

His gaze moved from Liu Qingci's eyes to the wet lock of hair on his cheek, and from that lock of hair to the front of his robe soaked through.

The pale blue robe clung tightly to his body, the neckline slightly open, revealing the contour of his collarbone, with droplets of water sliding along that line into the deeper shadows below.

He suddenly realized the water was too clear.

So clear he could see everything below.

Clear enough to see Liu Qingci's soaked robe swaying gently in the water, and even the faint silhouette of his body beneath the robe.

Xiao Yan suddenly felt the hot spring was a bit too hot, so hot that it made his mouth dry and his throat parched.

"That's not important," he said, his voice slightly husky.

Xiao Yan leaned in, about to kiss him again.

"Wait..."

Liu Qingci suddenly interrupted him, his face tight with anxiety.

Xiao Yan was confused.

But then Liu Qingci frantically started pulling at his clothes.

Liu Qingci's hands landed on his wet robe front, grabbed his collar, and yanked it open to both sides.

Xiao Yan was stunned by the sudden yank.

He smirked teasingly and said, "Qingci, you... that eager?"

But Liu Qingci ignored his teasing and, once the clothes were open, started to feel his chest.

His hands roamed over Xiao Yan's chest, as if confirming something.

Xiao Yan sensed that Liu Qingci's emotions were off and dropped his teasing smile.

He asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Liu Qingci stared blankly at his chest, murmuring, "Your wounds... I was afraid you had wounds... such severe wounds..."

He spoke while trembling slightly, his words came out incoherently.

Xiao Yan heard the unease in his words and his heart ached for him.

He knew that day had scared Liu Qingci badly, leaving a deep shadow in his heart, and it wouldn't be easy to reassure him quickly.

"No wounds," Xiao Yan reassured him.

He reached out and pulled Liu Qingci into his arms, whispering softly in his ear, "It's okay now. The wounds are all gone."

Liu Qingci had no spare thought to wonder about why Xiao Yan was completely unscathed.

All he knew was that Xiao Yan had no wounds; he was safe and sound.

The steam from the hot spring curled up gently, enveloping them in a hazy mist.

Liu Qingci belatedly realized he was lying on Xiao Yan's bare chest.

In his panic, he had only focused on checking for wounds and hadn't noticed anything else.

Now, his cheek pressed against smooth skin, the heat making his ears burn.

Xiao Yan also noticed their position and hugged him closer.

"I'm here, I'm fine. I won't leave you ever again."

He leaned close to Liu Qingci's ear, coaxing him softly.

"Let you really feel it, okay?"

Liu Qingci lifted his head from Xiao Yan's chest, his eyes misty with confusion.

"...How do I feel it?"

Xiao Yan leaned in and kissed him, finally making contact.

He traced over Liu Qingci's soft cheeks and lips, bit by bit.

Liu Qingci was dazed, dizzy from the steam, overwhelmed by Xiao Yan's increasingly practiced kisses.

In a trance, he realized his robe had long slipped off his shoulders, half-hanging off his elbows—practically the same as being naked.

Until his outer robe was tossed onto the shore by Xiao Yan, and it seemed he wasn't planning to stop there.

Liu Qingci finally realized what Xiao Yan was trying to do.

"Wait... wait a moment..." Liu Qingci's breath was unsteady as he grabbed Xiao Yan's arm to halt him.

Xiao Yan's eyes were reddened, his breathing heavy, as he stopped.

He looked at Liu Qingci's face with concern and asked, "What's wrong?"

With Liu Qingci like this, Xiao Yan seemed to have infinite patience.

He saw Liu Qingci's cheeks flush, hesitating to speak, and became even more worried.

"Qingci?"

After hesitating for a long time, Liu Qingci finally asked, "...Shouldn't you take your medicine first?"

His head was fuzzy, but he remembered watching Xiao Yan take medicine every day.

And that medicine seemed to be somewhat effective.

But Liu Qingci knew that this kind of illness couldn't be fully cured; it required regular medication to keep it under control.

Today, Xiao Yan definitely hadn't had time to take his medicine.

So if they did this for the first time...

If, in the middle of it, Xiao Yan's body couldn't hold up...

It would definitely hurt his pride.

He didn't want to think back on this day and make Xiao Yan feel bad about it.

Liu Qingci was a bit troubled.

But in a place like this, there was no way to get that kind of medicine on short notice, right?

Xiao Yan had no idea about the convoluted thoughts in Liu Qingci's mind. When he heard this, he didn't understand what it meant.

He asked in confusion, "What medicine?"

Liu Qingci's face turned red, and he found it hard to speak.

Burying his face in Xiao Yan's chest, he mumbled, "It's that... the medicine you need to help us do this..."

Xiao Yan felt his mind explode with realization, finally understanding what Liu Qingci was talking about.

His expression became incredibly complicated—a mix of wanting to laugh but unable to, wanting to be angry but unable to muster it, and wanting to explain but feeling that actions would speak louder than words.

"Liu, Qing, Ci!" He gritted his teeth and leaned close to Liu Qingci's ear, threatening him in a low voice, "You'd better hope your body can take it!"

With one arm wrapped around Liu Qingci's waist, Xiao Yan used his other hand to toss his own wet clothes onto the shore.

Holding the slender waist of the man in his arms, he pressed him against the edge of the hot spring.

And kissed him.

Liu Qingci's hands slid up to Xiao Yan's shoulders, wrapping around his neck.

The water of the hot spring gently rippled, spreading circle after circle.

On the shore, a pile of clothes thrown by Xiao Yan lay quietly.

In the distance, the sound of flowing water tinkled, like a mountain stream.

Liu Qingci began to regret it.

"Xiao Yan, you... you don't have any experience either?"

Xiao Yan held him tightly without letting go, his voice strained: "No, this is my first time, and it's only with you."

"..."

He apologized, "...I'm sorry. I'll learn how to do this properly in the future."

In the distance, the ripples on the hot spring's surface swayed even more violently.