After provoking the holy maiden of Miao territory, she was infected with a love curse.

I went through a lot of internal struggle.

Yin Huaixi decided to banish all her chaotic thoughts. She prepared herself for a heroic sacrifice and opened her arms to embrace Sang Che.

If Sang Che's maid hadn't specifically instructed her, Yin Huaixi thought she might have been caught off guard by Sang Che's behavior.

A heat source was detected approaching.

Sang Che instinctively burrowed into Yin Huaixi's chest, her cheeks rubbing against each other so much that she almost stretched Yin Huaixi's collar open.

If it weren't for the fact that Sang Che was sickly and blind, it would have been a mistake.

Yin Huaixi then slapped him back, yelling, "You lecherous scoundrel, you think you can take advantage of me?"

Unfortunately, Sang Che is blind and is currently still an innocent and naive young woman who has not yet turned evil.

They don't even know the pleasures of love.

As they huddled together, the biting cold gradually subsided, and much of the warmth that Yin Huaixi had felt was taken away by Sang Che, this "ice block."

The two instinctively embraced, seeking warmth, and entangled themselves in a desperate struggle.

With a sudden drop in body temperature, Yin Huaixi became drowsy.

Until she closed her eyes, her breathing became shallow.

Sang Che's lips finally curved into a slight smile, and she gradually loosened her grip on Yin Huaixi.

Unable to see, she could only use her hands to measure Yin Huaixi's body, in order to depict how Yin Huaixi differed from the one in her imagination.

Before his fingertips had even reached his hip bone, the cold poison in Sang Che's body surged back fiercely. This time, not only did his body lose its temperature, but his internal organs also felt as if they were being pierced by ice picks.

Bit your lip.

Sang Che suppressed his throat, not letting out a single painful groan.

The pain that had suddenly become invisible in her eyes once again permeated and lingered in Sang Che's heart, making her dark, twisted, and paranoid.

With her red-rimmed eyes fixed on Yin Huaixi's sleeping face, Sang Che sniffed lightly. When the cold poison flared up, her eyes could regain a moment of clarity.

However, this time was very short, and people's faces were not clearly visible, as a thin veil of snow crystals covered their eyes.

I don't know why.

Sang Che felt happy and relaxed whenever he was by Yin Huaixi's side.

This vague feeling made her even more certain that what the high priest said was true.

Yin Huaixi was her destined one.

The only way to cure her eyes, which had defied countless attempts to save them, was for Yin Huaixi to willingly plant a love potion in them.

Even if the love potion was forcibly implanted into the bloodline and was personally refined by Sang Che, its threat level is not to be underestimated.

Only when everyone is willing and their hearts are in sync.

Sang Che was confident that she could save Yin Huaixi's life; otherwise, no matter how much she was reluctant to part with Yin Huaixi, she would not be able to.

Yin Huaixi's fate will be the same as that of the thousands of other drug test subjects in the village: turning into a pool of blood, with no chance of resurrection.

The onset of the cold poison made the dark night seem exceptionally long, and Sang Che could hear Yin Huaixi's alluring breathing.

She couldn't help but overthink.

If measuring with your fingers can't provide a real sense of experience, then how about kissing with your lips and tongue?

Sang Che, who originally had no thoughts about "desire," had his thoughts and desires amplified infinitely at this moment.

Her shoulders trembled, and Sang Che couldn't help but nuzzle Yin Huaixi's soft lips with the tip of his nose.

In the isolated villages, even if there is something between women, in their eyes it is nothing more than mutual comfort, not true affection.

However, no one can criticize the divine oracle obtained after the priest personally invoked the gods.

Yin Huaixi was her destined lover from her past life. They had been entangled for several lifetimes, and their red thread of fate was destined to be intertwined again in this life.

With his thin lips parted, Sang Che took Yin Huaixi's soft lips into his mouth.

It's softer than I imagined.

It was also wetter.

Sang Che's heart was pounding, and he dared not make any further moves.

The cold toxins in the body gradually subsided, and the body returned to calm.

The clarity in her eyes was replaced by darkness; she couldn't see Yin Huaixi's face, nor could she make out how much she had kissed Yin Huaixi.

The first attempt brought Sang Che great pleasure.

She originally thought that falling in love with someone and spending one's life together was not a good thing, much less something to look forward to.

But now, she has changed her mind.

She desperately wanted this person; she was insanely obsessed.

If only Yin Huaixi longed for this relationship just like her.

Sang Che's fingers found their way between Yin Huaixi's fingers, and his fingertips slipped inside, their fingers interlocking.

Palms fit together.

Warmth washed over her again, and Sang Che turned to her side, resting her face against Yin Huaixi's shoulder. She decided to fall asleep in this position.

Before he could fall asleep, the hissing sound of the little snake reached Sang Che's ears, and then the bed curtains were pulled open a crack.

The snake's head had just poked its head in when Sang Che stopped it.

"Little Tooth, you're really naughty."

"Didn't I tell you? You're not allowed to sleep in the bed. If you want to sleep, go back to your own little nest."

He was scolded by his owner like this.

The little snake could only droop its tail and disappeared in an instant.

Previously, as long as Sang Che wasn't having an attack, if Xiao Ya'er acted a little coquettishly in front of her, Sang Che would agree to its request to go to bed.

But now, many things are different.

Sang Che knew that Yin Huaixi was like most Han people; she was afraid of snakes, insects, and rodents, and would be terrified whenever she heard the sound of Gu worms.

At first, Sang Che found it amusing and deliberately made the insects make noises to tease Yin Huaixi.

But later she couldn't bear it. She couldn't see, but she could hear clearly.

In order to secretly avoid the appearance of insects, Yin Huaixi had many bruises all over her body.

That bit of mischievousness vanished instantly in the face of worry.

...

It felt like she had fallen asleep in the snow. When Yin Huaixi opened her eyes, she took two deep sniffs.

The overwhelming sense of blockage plunged Yin Huaixi into despair.

Oh no, she's got typhoid fever.

It's all the female lead's fault for this poison; just a slight touch to the body caused such alarming side effects.

However, misfortunes never come singly.

With a tickle in his throat, Yin Huaixi coughed twice, unable to stop.

This cough woke up Sang Che, who was sleeping soundly. Yin Huaixi stared at Sang Che lifting the blanket and dared not cough anymore. She held it in until her cheeks turned red.

He was just one breath away from passing away.

"What's wrong?"

Sang Che had long hair draped over her shoulders, her hands resting on the sheets, kneeling on the ground, showing none of the airs of a Miao holy maiden.

Those unseen eyes stared intently at Yin Huaixi, like an adorable little puppy.

If Sang Che hadn't been so unprepared that she hadn't even put on her bathrobe properly, Yin Huaixi might have really thought she was just an innocent young girl.

Yin Huaixi didn't know how to answer, so she simply gave up and said, "I choked on my own saliva."

Anyway, Sang Che can't see it.

Even if her face turned as red as a monkey's bottom and she looked haggard, Sang Che would never be able to "see" anything wrong.

A slender finger reached out and pressed against Yin Huaixi's forehead without warning, checking her temperature.

Sang Che pursed his lips and mercilessly exposed the lie that Yin Huaixi had just made up.

"Your forehead is very hot."

"Was it me who told you to do this last night?"

stop stop stop!

What kind of outrageous language is this?!

Yin Huaixi shook her head and slapped Sang Che's finger away. Before she could say another word, Sang Che suddenly pressed against her again.

With her nose bridge pressing against Sang Che's cheek, her clean and clear expression vanished, replaced by a somewhat sickly smile.

"It's okay, Huaixi."

"I will heal you."