Chapter 34 Kissing the Adam’s Apple

Chapter 34 Light Kiss on the Adam's Apple

Qin Jiao frowned as he looked at Xie Nai's neck for a while. The red mark was as glaring as a white plum stained with blood. Carefully cradling the "butterfly" in his arms, he reached out with one hand to touch Xie Nai's neck.

"Stop it," Xie Nai said, slightly turning his head to avoid Qin Jiao's hand. He was about to release Qin Jiao and settle him onto the bed, when he suddenly felt a warm, damp touch on his Adam's apple.

"Qin..." Xie Nai let out a muffled groan, and in an instant the veins on his hands bulged, and the arm holding Qin Jiao unconsciously tightened.

"What are you doing, Qin Jiao!" Xie Nai's low, suppressed voice rang out.

But at this moment, Qin Jiao couldn't hear him at all. With one hand clinging to Xie Nai's shoulder, he leaned bonelessly into his embrace. Qin Jiao struggled to lift his head, trying to get closer to Xie Nai, who was leaning back to avoid him.

"Blow on it and it'll be fine. Let me blow on it..." Xie Nai's retreat made Qin Jiao a little frustrated. When he was little and got hurt, his mother would blow on the wound for him—so why was Xie Nai dodging?

Qin Jiao's scent kept sweeping over Xie Nai. The young man's expression was dark and gloomy.

Qin Jiao was completely unaware. Irritated by Xie Nai's constant backing away, he directly reached out both hands to wrap around Xie Nai's neck, then used his core strength to lift himself right in front of Xie Nai.

Qin Jiao kissed Xie Nai's Adam's apple heavily, and at the end, he even bit down hard.

"Xiao Jiu, mmh..." Xie Nai's Adam's apple rolled, and then he let out a deep, muffled groan.

"It won't hurt now." The young master, completely unaware of the trouble he had caused, smiled lightly and then fell back into Xie Nai's arms like a drifting kite.

And on Xie Nai's originally long and fair neck, a rather dark red mark had now been left.

The young master looked at Xie Nai with glistening eyes, as if waiting for praise.

The young man's starry eyes were pitch black, and the look he gave Qin Jiao was turbulent, like an abyssal whirlpool, making one involuntarily sink in fear.

"Xie Nai?" Seeing the young man silent, Qin Jiao called out softly.

"Still want to blow on it for your prince?" Xie Nai's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his gaze locked tightly on Qin Jiao.

"Not anymore. I just wanted to say, I've already thanked you." You called me butterfly, I blew on your wound—we're even.

Xie Nai leaned down and grabbed Qin Jiao's hand. He had intended to show Qin Jiao through actions that this was not how one thanks someone, but before he could do anything, Qin Jiao suddenly slipped down uncontrollably like a melting snowman.

"Qin Jiao!" Xie Nai quickly reached out to support him. Just as he gathered Qin Jiao into his arms, a commotion arose outside the tent.

"Move aside, all of you! Swearing brotherhood alone? Who the hell do you think you are to stop me?" He Zhao's urgent voice rang out.

"Commander's tent—unauthorized personnel are forbidden to approach. Violators will be executed on the spot!" The soldier's long sword had already been drawn. The cold snow fell on the gleaming blade, giving it an eerily solitary menace.

"You're as blunt as a cleaver!" He Zhao cursed with a dark face. Beside him, Cong Shuang's face had turned white with worry. He Zhao gave her a reassuring look, then suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs: "Qin Jiao! Qin Jiao, are you in—"

Before He Zhao could finish the word "there," Xie Nai's voice came from inside the tent: "Let them in."

With Xie Nai's order, the soldier sheathed his sword and lifted the tent flap to let the two in. As soon as Cong Shuang entered, she rushed to the bedside. At that moment, Xie Nai was draping a blanket over Qin Jiao.

Cong Shuang rushed to the bedside and reached out to touch Qin Jiao, but Xie Nai stopped her.

Cong Shuang: "?"

The night was deep and cold. He Zhao and Cong Shuang had come through the snow, and their bodies were filled with an unavoidable chill. Cong Shuang's exposed hands were red and icy.

Xie Nai: "He must not catch a chill."

At Xie Nai's words, Cong Shuang quickly stepped back a few paces. She looked at Qin Jiao with worried eyes, then turned back to Xie Nai.

"He's not in serious danger for now," Xie Nai said.

Both He Zhao and Cong Shuang breathed a fleeting moment of relief.

But it was just a fleeting moment of relief, because anyone could see that Qin Jiao, lying motionless on the bed, did not look well at all.

He Zhao paced back and forth, rubbing his hands constantly. Only after his hands had warmed up did he dare to carefully feel Qin Jiao's pulse.

This time Xie Nai didn't stop him. But after taking the pulse for a while, He Zhao's frown grew deeper. The lamp's shadow cast a soft darkness over his brow. "Sister Congshuang, was Qin Jiao ever poisoned when he was young?"

Hearing He Zhao's question, Cong Shuang was startled for a moment, then quickly signed: "No, he was just frail as a child. He was definitely never poisoned."

Cong Shuang "spoke" with her fingers flying up and down, then paused as she remembered that He Zhao and Xie Nai didn't understand sign language. So she could only wave her hands anxiously to indicate no: "No, the young master was never poisoned as a child."

"No?" He Zhao's frown deepened. Although he had connections with medical families, his medical knowledge was shallow. At this moment, he had a vague suspicion in his heart, but he dared not confirm it.

He Zhao slowly withdrew his hand from Qin Jiao's wrist. Cong Shuang watched him nervously. Just as He Zhao was hesitating, a clear and crisp bell sound suddenly came from outside the tent.

It was the ringing of a physician's tiger shaker.

"He's here. Come in."

As Xie Nai finished speaking, the main tent flap was lifted again. Luo Bei and Luo Yue led in Military Doctor Hou and a young man.

Cong Shuang turned to look at the young man. His black hair was tied up high, his features were pure and refined, his demeanor warm and elegant. He wore a white crane-feather robe, and a delicate silver bell hung from his waist.

Cong Shuang knew this type of bell was called a "tiger shaker." Tiger shakers were the symbol of traveling doctors, mostly held in hand and rarely hung at the waist.

Cong Shuang had seen many doctors' tiger shakers, most of which were copper-brown. But this young man's tiger shaker was a rare silver-white. The engravings on the shaker were not the typical blue dragons or herbal motifs, but lively, lifelike crane feathers.

"Your Highness, long time no see." Xiao Baiyu's voice was gentle, like the tender murmur of a spring breeze passing through a dense apricot forest.

"Thank you for coming," Xie Nai said with a slight nod, his gaze falling on Qin Jiao on the bed.

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