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Yei raised his hand, and the robe of Deep Blue spread out on the ground, transforming into a makeshift bed. I was laid down on this "bed," feeling utterly helpless.
He wore only a thin white garment that accentuated his perfect physique. Leaning over me, he enveloped me beneath him, his fingertips gently gliding across my cheek.
"Don't be afraid..." His voice was filled with tender affection, captivating and enchanting.
This wasn't about fear; it was a matter of principle!
Yet Yei's fingers had already softly wiped away my tears. He gazed at the wound on the corner of my lips, his eyes revealing an unspoken concern.
He paused for a moment and then did something that left me utterly stunned.
He leaned down and lightly pressed his lips against the wound on my lips, gently kissing and licking away the bloodstains.
I was taken aback. Although Yei and I shared a close relationship, we had never been this... "intimate" before. However, perhaps due to the effects of the medication in my system, I had to admit that the taste of this kiss was extraordinarily delightful.
Yei's gaze drifted downward, and when he focused on the revealing Big Red Tulle Skirt I wore, his breath suddenly became uneven.
He reached out toward my clothing buttons.
I grabbed his hand firmly.
He was too close to me, almost pressing down on top of me. I could feel his charming aura enveloping me. To be honest, under the influence of the medication, my body craved him intensely.
But no, he wasn't that person. My feelings were clear; that person resided in my heart—irreplaceable by anyone else.
With great heaviness, I made my choice.
"Yei, take me away!" I croaked, resolutely stating my demand.
His movements froze for a moment before he asked me, "Where to?"
"I want you to take me away, to find Qiu. Knock me out if you have to, otherwise my mind will get all jumbled and I might end up seducing you. But that's not my intention; I only want him."
"What if... it's too late?" He gazed at me intently.
"Take me to him. I only want him."
I repeated this phrase because I didn't want to answer Night's question. I was unwilling to think about that outcome; all I wanted was to be taken to him. If it were too late, I would die, and I didn't want to consider that possibility anymore.
That was my answer.
"Am I not allowed?" Night Phantom stared at me for a moment before suddenly smiling, gently wrapping my hand in his palm.
"I only want him..." I murmured, repeating the words.
"Zhenzhen," Night suddenly tightened his grip on my hand, "I need to confess something to you. Can you promise not to hold it against me or get angry?"
Why does it have to be now? I'm on the brink of death; every second counts!
"Can we see my face first before we talk about it? Please?"
That suggestion was indeed tempting.
Ever since I met Night Phantom, he has always maintained an air of mystery, forever hiding his face behind a mask. He is so wonderful; I've imagined taking off his mask more than once in my dreams.
But dreams are unreliable. Each time I removed his mask in those dreams, I was left stunned, yet when I woke up, I could never remember what he actually looked like.
I wanted to see his face. I had thought that even if he revealed a face as hideous as Quasimodo's beneath the mask, it would never change his place in my heart. He is the friend I trust most in the Tang Dynasty; he will always hold a special significance for me.
And now, I might be dying. If in these final moments, I could see his face and keep it etched in my memory, wouldn't that be a perfect ending?
Night was such a gentle person, perhaps deep down he hoped that I would have no regrets.
"I want to see..." I mumbled, "but no matter how good-looking you are, it won't do. I only want him..."
"Fool..." Night's voice was oddly both angry and delighted as he slowly removed the mask from his face.
I felt a surge of excitement, even alleviating some of the discomfort caused by the medication. After all, I had imagined countless times what kind of face lay behind the Night Phantom mask. I envisioned it to be a handsome man, not inferior to Qiu. Moreover, he had said himself that he was of a similar age to Qiu, which meant he must be a striking young man in the prime of his life. Now, the moment I had longed for had finally arrived, and my already restless heart raced even faster.
As the mask came off, his face revealed a gentle smile, exposed before me.
I looked at him, struck as if by lightning; I was so shocked that I couldn't utter a word for ten seconds.
After ten seconds, I let out a piercing scream.
What is this!!! The face revealed behind the mask was that of an old man; wasn't that Lord Du Ruhui?!
Though I had anxiously speculated that Night Phantom might actually be a handsome older man, this was an old man far beyond what I had imagined!
I had once spent over a month recovering in Chang'an, during which the emperor had visited me and even taken me out once. Lord Du Ruhui was there that time, so I recognized him. Lord Du was a serious and solemn fellow whose voice sounded weak due to poor health, and he spoke with a slight official tone.
Could it be that all of this was an act?
Thinking about how Lord Du Ruhui had appeared at my bedside late at night without reason, how he had once held me gently and just now... kissed me, I felt an overwhelming sense of betrayal.
I took back what I had just said; I could accept whatever he looked like. But this—I truly could not accept!
What the hell is "Fang Mou Du Duan"? Do you all know that Lord Du Ruhui is actually a thief of the night? History is simply too unreliable.
Though I felt frantic and weak, I still struggled to push myself backward while trying to stop Lord Du Ruhui, who was attempting to come closer. My voice trembled with tears: "Du... Lord Du! Please... have some... self-respect!!"
Lord Du was stunned, frozen for three seconds before suddenly bursting into laughter. He laughed and laughed until he could barely stand upright.
"I'm so sorry, Zhenzhen! I scared you, didn't I? I completely forgot about this!" He laughed breathlessly while pulling a cloth from his pocket, quickly pouring some potion onto it and starting to wipe his face in various ways.
What is going on? Could it be... Disguise? Is the face behind Night Phantom also fake?
"Zhenzhen..." After wiping for a while, Lord Du suddenly leaned closer, pressing his body against me once more. Before I could scream in shock, the shy man who had been covering his face with a handkerchief slowly moved it aside, revealing his face just inches away from mine. I could even feel his breath.
That familiar face, those familiar eyes, that familiar breath.
I stared at him, once again struck dumb as if struck by lightning, speechless for another ten seconds.
This face, I would recognize it even if it were turned to ash—this is my idol, Nie Qiuyuan!
This was the first time Nie Qiuyuan gazed at me and called out my real name—"Zhenzhen."
Oh my! Let me calm down. What just happened?
Night Phantom stood before me, having removed the mask, and the face behind it was Lord Du... no! It was Nie Qiuyuan?!
Oh my gosh! Could it be that Night and Autumn are actually the same person?!
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