Luo Jie was anxious and fidgeting. One hour? He feared he would scratch himself to death in less than half an hour. Unable to speak, he looked at Ruan Ning anxiously. Seeing the blood marks from scratching on his skin, she grabbed Ji Mingshao’s collar and commanded, “Give me the antidote!”
After being apart for many days and finally getting close to her again, Ji Ming Shao was emotionally stirred, wanting to embrace her, yet still managing to say, “No!”
Ruan Ning didn’t waste words, directly starting to search his body. She was fierce, grabbing him tightly. Ji Ming Shao felt intoxicated, his heartbeat quickening, face flushing, and body moving closer to her. He could feel her warm hand searching inside his sleeve, pulling out flint, a money bag, and medicine bottles, which she carelessly tossed on the table. Yet even this messiness was attractive to him.
Her warm hand suddenly left him and moved to check the bottles on the table. Ji Ming Shao felt a sense of loss, wanting to keep those hands close.
“Ji Ming Shao, which bottle is the antidote?” The bottles looked similar, and Ruan Ning couldn’t tell, so she had to ask.
Ji Ming Shao replied softly, “These are all my medicines.” He wanted to tell her that his injury hadn’t healed, he needed to apply medicine daily, and had been traveling for her despite needing rest. But he couldn’t, silently hoping she would ask, yet she said nothing and absentmindedly tossed the bottles back on the table.
He felt a bit disappointed, but her indifferent attitude only made him more infatuated as he stared at her intently.
His disappointment was short-lived; she hadn’t found the antidote and grabbed him again, searching his chest.
Ji Ming Shao felt his ears burning. He lowered his head, looked at her downcast eyes, and softly asked, “What are you doing?”
“Finding the antidote,” Ruan Ning replied, unaware of his subtle intentions. To her, he would eventually be hers, so touching him was no big deal, even through layers of clothing.
She pulled out a small, exquisite box he carried, clearly containing something confidential. As she was about to open it, Ji Ming Shao held her hand: “Don’t move, I’ll do it.”
