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

The coldness in the body cannot be solved by a few baskets of silver charcoal.

Sang Che had known all these years that these external things were of little use.

It's just a drop in the ocean, better than nothing.

"Are you really... alright?"

Their bodies pressed together, Yin Huaixi's initial resistance gradually turned into concern for Sang Che's health.

"Something's up."

"But as long as you're by my side, I feel... it's not a big deal."

"Huaixi, don't leave me... okay?"

Sang Che, struggling to stay afloat in the darkness, would become infatuated every time he suddenly touched Yin Huaixi's burning body.

God said that this person belonged to her.

No one can take it away.

Then her passion, her emotions, everything about her should belong to her.

"How can we do without a charcoal fire? Ah Che, please stop messing around... I'm begging you, okay?"

Yin Huaixi was shivering from the cold. If this continued, her breakfast with Sang Che tomorrow morning would probably be a pot of medicine!

The person beneath her enjoys hardship, but she doesn't!

"It's because you...are afraid of the cold, isn't it?"

"You feel I'm cold, and you want to... escape from me."

Open up.

Even without looking, Sang Che could guess what Yin Huaixi was thinking.

She had no intention of letting go, and thus kept Yin Huaixi firmly imprisoned, not allowing her to leave the bed even for a moment.

Faced with such an unreasonable and arrogant Sang Che, Yin Huaixi took two deep breaths and denied it.

"I don't."

Sang Che: "You do."

Yin Huaixi also lost her temper.

"I said no, and I mean no. It was your maid's instruction to me to light the charcoal fire. I can't just accept someone else's order and then refuse to do it, can I?"

"I don't like breaking promises, not in the way you described."

Listening to her rambling on, Sang Che was not annoyed, but instead smiled slightly.

"I know... a way to get us all excited."

Sang Che, tormented by illness, spoke these words with a hoarse and weak voice, which sounded particularly alluring to the ears.

"You should have learned from them."

Just two sentences.

The book that Hua He had once handed to her immediately came to mind.

It contains vivid and erotic content, as well as detailed instructions on how to achieve pleasure, explained in great detail.

After returning here, Yin Huaixi was imprisoned for a long time, and he didn't know if Hua He was still in the village.

She is only half Miao, but Yin Huaixi noticed that her usual hobbies, such as drinking tea and writing poetry, are Han Chinese.

She must have some connection with the outside world, otherwise what would be the point of making so many medicines? She would definitely sell them.

And those expensive tea sets are something you can't find in this village.

She must have bought it from a Han Chinese, and spent a considerable amount of money.

Getting in touch with Hua He would be a viable option.

Try anything, even if it seems hopeless.

It's better than sitting idly by and waiting to die.

...

Seeing that Yin Huaixi did not react for a long time.

Without even thinking, Sang Che knew what Yin Huaixi was thinking. She took the initiative to lean forward and tilted her head back to kiss Yin Huaixi.

Unable to break the habit of subconsciously tilting her neck, Yin Huaixi dodged Sang Che's kiss again.

But this time... Yin Huaixi wasn't worried that Sang Che would "go berserk" and do something to her.

What she was worried about was whether Sang Che, in his current state, could still do anything or cause so much trouble.

Let's hope nothing really goes wrong.

Even if she had a thousand mouths, she couldn't explain it clearly.

"You're avoiding me again..."

"Having gone through all this, can't I even get a little pity from you?"

"Yin Huaixi".

When the cold poison flares up, Sang Che can regain a moment of clarity. This time... she can vaguely see Yin Huaixi's face.

I want to get closer.

Let's get a little closer.

Even in the pitch-black night, she could clearly see the face of her destined one, and Sang Che unconsciously pressed his arm against Yin Huaixi.

"Do you... really have to do this with me? Ah Che, your body is in terrible shape right now. You should know better than me just how bad your body is—"

Sang Che interrupted her: "So...fragile, isn't it?"

"Is this what you're worried about, Yin Huaixi? You care about me...you're concerned about me?"

"If you didn't care about me, if you didn't care about me, you wouldn't say things like that..."

This sentence stunned Yin Huaixi. She never expected that Sang Che would think this way. However, it didn't seem to be anything unexpected, given Sang Che's gloomy, crazy, and morbid personality in the original work.

What can't she do?

"Yes, I care about you, I really care about you... Sang Che, please take yourself seriously, okay?"

"If you were to die suddenly today, the first person to be held accountable and suspected... would be me."

In the dead of night, Yin Huaixi wasn't afraid of her saying anything unpleasant, since Sang Che was so weak and there were no maids guarding the door.

She probably doesn't even have the strength to control the Gu worms, so saying a few words to vent her anger at this time is harmless.

If Sang Che wants to settle scores later, then she'll accept it.

Suddenly attacked.

Sang Che wasn't angry. She listened quietly to Yin Huaixi's words and found a hint of sweetness in his urgent and anxious tone.

He drank it.

Following her words, Sang Che said, "That's true. If something happens to me, they definitely won't let you off the hook."

Yin Huaixi: "..."

A wicked woman who tries to climb the social ladder by taking advantage of opportunities!

"Since you knew that, why did you still do it?"

Sang Che lay back down, and seeing that Yin Huaixi had no intention of running away, she tightened her embrace of Yin Huaixi and moved more gently.

Sang Che chuckled as he brushed aside the stray hairs that had stuck to him.

"Don't you Han Chinese have a saying—'To die beneath a peony is to be romantic even as a ghost'?"

Yin Huaixi: "..."

Stop! Stop!

Is this serious?

This is so inappropriate!

Sang Che then added, "I think that makes perfect sense."

Before Yin Huaixi could even process the impact of those two sentences, Sang Che kissed her again.

Whether it was due to excessive impulsiveness or because she couldn't see, the kiss just happened to land on Yin Huaixi's chin and didn't actually touch her lips.

The wet sensation made Yin Huaixi's body go limp, her last bit of resistance crumbled, and she collapsed onto Sang Che.

The two stayed close together, inseparable.

A chill spread over her, and just as Yin Huaixi was about to jump away, it seemed that she was too close, but this time Sang Che found the right spot.

She took a bite, her fingers slipping inside Yin Huaixi's clothes, and began to grope.

"Ah Che..."

"Ah Che...don't do this..."

"You...don't..."

Her words came out in fits and starts, and the chill was gradually dispelled by the heat rising up her body. Yin Huaixi's earlobes and auricles were bright red, like a steamed crab.

"I insist on..."

"Huaixi, lighting those charcoal fires is useless... Only you... are effective against me..."

Her black hair, which used to be braided, was now spread out and covered her snow-white neck and shoulders. The growing heat in her body also drove away the coldness in Sang Che's body.

He made love to her.

The cold poison didn't seem to be that painful.

"Ah Che...stop..."

Yin Huaixi pinched Sang Che's waist hard with her fingertips, leaving a red stain.

"I don't…"

"The force was too light, Huaixi."

The pain in her waist didn't bother Sang Che at all. Yin Huaixi treated her so well that it felt like all the heat flowing in her blood was rushing towards her.

With his eyes slightly narrowed, Sang Che still wore that carefree smile.

She said, "If you pinch me, I'll only be happier..."

"Continue, Huaixi."

"Don't stop..."