Chapter 355: Chapter 345 Emotional Tide
Fang Chuning’s heart was as soft as if it were soaked in a hot spring, perhaps due to his illness, his emotions were incredibly fragile. He grew up with Ting Feng as childhood sweethearts, completely clueless about each other, but it seemed Ting Feng had never trusted him, always silently carrying all burdens alone, be it pain or danger, always shouldering them by himself.
Was he not worthy of Ting Feng’s trust?
Why did the person who wanted to save the Su Family’s Trading House put himself at risk? He was in Zhongzhou, also a military general, with a group of personal guards under him. Whether it was coming forward for a rescue or arranging an evacuation, he was more suitable than Ting Feng. Yet he insisted on risking his life, exposing his identity, and nearly getting caught by Chen Ming’s people, leaving Fang Chuning feeling full of bitterness.
After Xiyanshan, he deliberately provoked him, forcing him to leave Capital City.
"Drink your medicine first," Xie Jue said, helping him sit up and placing two soft pillows behind his back. Xie Jue was adept at taking care of the wounded because he shared a tent with Fang Chuning, and it was always Xie Jue who tended to Fang Chuning’s injuries.
Fang Chuning looked down at the medicine. Just as he was about to take it, Xie Jue scooped the herbal medicine and gently blew on it at his lips, feeding it to Fang Chuning’s mouth. Fang Chuning’s fever-moistened eyes gazed at him with unclear emotions. The strong scent of medicine filled his nostrils. Yet he felt the high fever surge to his scalp, almost setting his hair on fire. The surging emotions were like tides pouring out, but rationality restrained and suppressed them, gradually gathering in those slightly red eyes.
Fang Chuning drank the medicine, his mouth filled with bitterness and sourness.
"Quack doctor!"
What kind of medicine was prescribed, really this bad, he had never drunk medicine with such a strange taste.
"Is it that bad?" Xie Jue scooped a spoonful to taste, the strange sour-bitter taste spread between his lips and teeth, and Xie Jue’s mouth watered from the sourness, his brow furrowing tightly.
"You’re not sick, why drink it?" Fang Chuning anxiously tried to pinch his jaw, hoping he’d spit it out. Besides, while sick, he hadn’t even changed the spoon. What if he infected him? Ting Feng’s constitution was not as healthy as his.
"It’s really hard to drink." Xie Jue said flatly, placing the medicine bowl in his palm, "Drink it all in one go."
Drinking it sip by sip would only torture him more.
Fang Chuning didn’t want to drink it all at once at all, drinking medicine wasn’t like drinking wine, being gently fed was so nice. He dared not speak his true thoughts, so he indeed gulped it down in one go. The sourness and bitterness made him want to vomit, his stomach churning, but not wanting Xie Jue to see his embarrassment, he forced it down.
Xie Jue brought over a basin of warm water, dampened a towel, and wiped the sweat from Fang Chuning’s face and neck. Due to the high fever, he had sweated profusely, his cheeks and neck red from the burn. Tiny beads of sweat gathered on the tip of his nose and jaw, the sweat trickling down from his cheeks all the way into his inner clothing, making him look disheveled, yet sensual.
Fang Chuning inexplicably felt a bit uncomfortable. Back when he was severely injured on the Ningzhou Battlefield, it was also Xie Jue who took care of him meticulously. At that time, he didn’t feel awkward or embarrassed, but now everything felt uncomfortable.
It must be because of the quarrel!
I don’t want to forgive him yet.
Once he had this thought, he became indifferent again, but the tent was too small. He could feel his hot breath burning Ting Feng’s hand. Fang Chuning wanted him to stay, yet didn’t want him sitting by the bed.
"You should go rest."
It wouldn’t be good if he got infected.
"Still angry?" Xie Jue asked, without looking at him, turning his head to wring the towel, slightly pulling open his collar, exposing the skin of his neck and below his collarbones.
Xie Jue’s Adam’s apple slightly rolled, though his expression remained unchanged as he continued to gently wipe the sweat off his skin.
"Hmph!" Fang Chuning snorted coldly but didn’t answer, refusing to let him off that easily.
After wiping off the sweat, Xie Jue frowned slightly, feeling that Fang Chuning was sweating too much. He was being stubbornly uncommunicative, Xie Jue frowned while checking, and Fang Chuning held his wrist in surprise, "What...what are you doing!"
The two were so close their noses almost touched, and the temperature within the tent was somewhat hot due to Fang Chuning’s high fever.
Under the light, Xie Jue’s eyes were light and bright, like wind-rippled lake water in spring, stirring gentle ripples.
Fang Chuning’s heartbeat was particularly clear at night.
His voice became slightly hoarse, softly saying, "You’re sweating."
Xie Jue felt a hand full of sweat, Fang Chuning was tense all over. As he moved to his back, the heat of his back and waist was boiling, covered in sweat. Xie Jue frowned again, casually helping him wipe away the sweat, then turned to the wardrobe to fetch a clean undershirt.
"Change!" When Xie Jue tossed the clothes to him, he poured a cup of cold tea down his throat. Fang Chuning watched the Second Young Master’s slender neck, his Adam’s apple rolling, suddenly feeling parched and thirsty, averting his eyes stiffly, hiding his difficult-to-suppress thoughts.
Xie Jue said, "You’ll make it worse if you’re soaked through; changing will help you sleep better."