"Hold me."
While Yu Chi Feng was stunned, Feng Tingliu wrapped his arms tightly around Yu Chi Feng's neck and moved closer again. Feng Tingliu's soft lips almost touched his burning ears, and the hot breath made his heartstrings tremble.
Yu Chi Feng was almost bewitched by Feng Tingliu. He wrapped his arms around Feng Tingliu's waist and pulled him into his embrace.
The hot breaths were almost melting the two of them.
For a moment, Yu Chi Feng forgot where he was and his true identity. He just wanted to embrace the person in front of him and possess him.
Feng Tingliu chuckled in his arms, and his hot breaths gradually became rapid. He clenched Yu Chi Feng's clothes and whispered,
"Kiss me."
Upon receiving the order, Yu Chi Feng held his lips and melted all emotions in the kiss, connecting the two more closely.
Under Feng Tingliu's step-by-step seduction, Yu Chi Feng fell into a soft and moist trap and lost himself once again.
When it was quiet again in the Feng Mansion, it was already late at night.
Feng Tingliu leaned against the bedside, not caring that the marks on his body were exposed. He held a pipe in his hand and puffed lazily. His long black hair spread down and fell on his round and fair shoulders, covering several red marks below.
Yu Chi Feng pulled the thin quilt to cover him to prevent him from catching a cold.
"Cough..." Feng Tingliu's throat was hoarse and painful, and he couldn't help but cough lightly.
This cough aroused Yu Chi Feng's vigilance. He reached out to take the pipe and placed it aside. Then, he brought over the warm water on the table and handed it to Feng Tingliu's mouth.
"If you don't feel well, don't smoke." Yu Chi Feng frowned. "If you have a headache, I can relieve it for you."
"Ha..." Feng Tingliu chuckled and drank the throat-soothing warm water with Yu Chi Feng's hand. He raised his eyes and raised an eyebrow at Yu Chi Feng, saying, "This time, it's not because of a headache. I just wanted to, so I did it."
Yu Chi Feng, who was holding the cup, froze for a moment. For a while, he couldn't tell whether Feng Tingliu was talking about smoking or the passionate encounter just now. But he was still moved by Feng Tingliu's words.
"What are you standing there for?" Seeing him standing there in a daze, Feng Tingliu chuckled again, turned over, and lay on his stomach, "Come and rub my waist."
"Oh... Oh." Yu Chi Feng quickly put down the water cup, climbed onto the bed, and dutifully massaged Feng Tingliu's sore waist. There were some marks left by Yu Chi Feng on the slender waist, extending downwards, making Yu Chi Feng's face flush as he looked away, not daring to be disrespectful.
Feng Tingliu closed his eyes and enjoyed Yu Chi Feng's massage, a sense of satisfaction welling up in his heart.
He naturally knew that Yu Chi Feng's going to Beiji City was not as simple as searching for the identity of the man who had contact with Qin Qichao. Yu Chi Feng would go to Beiji City to search for his memory and identity, which Feng Tingliu had already expected, but Feng TingliuAcquiesced Yu Chi Feng's actions.
Feng Tingliu originally had some concerns, and he had to admit that he didn't want Yu Chi Feng to leave.
But now, although Feng Tingliu didn't know what Yu Chi Feng had found, he could be sure that no matter how much Yu Chi Feng's memory recovered, he could still be easily attracted by him.
That was enough.
He, Feng Tingliu, had many ways to keep Yu Chi Feng by his side.
Although he was afraid, he was also confident.
"What did you want to say just now?" Feng Tingliu suddenly asked.
Yu Chi Feng was stunned. Without stopping the massage, he thought about the words he had originally prepared and then said, "I found out the identity of the man who had contact with Qin Qichao. There is 'He Qi' embroidered on his purse. If this purse really belongs to him, then he should be from the Beilong Hall of the Zhu Xie Hui."
"Oh?" Feng Tingliu raised an eyebrow. He didn't expect Yu Chi Feng to have found out about the Beilong Hall.
"Although he is from the Beilong Hall, he has a lot of contact with the hall master of the Hanlong Hall."
"The hall master of the Hanlong Hall... That woman." Mentioning that woman's name, Feng Tingliu immediately narrowed his eyes, and a fierce light flashed in his crimson eyes.
"Yes, so I suspect that he wants to attack Liudu City under the orders of the hall master of the Hanlong Hall." Yu Chi Feng left out the part about recognizing Qi Cheng and only told the information about He Qi and the hall master of the Hanlong Hall.
Feng Tingliu thought for a while and nodded, indicating that he already knew, and didn't care how Yu Chi Feng found out these things. Yu Chi Feng then heaved a sigh of relief.
"It's also within my expectations. Although there are many hypocrites and villains in the Zhu Xie Hui, only those in the Hanlong Hall would dare to use such underhanded tactics against Liudu City." Feng Tingliu sneered.
"Don't be angry, Young Master." Yu Chi Feng comforted him and pinched his shoulders, "Why is she targeting Liudu City like this?"
"Heh, probably because she wanted to kill me but failed and is unwilling to give up. She is so eager for fame and fortune that she has become like this." Feng Tingliu waved his hand and asked Yu Chi Feng to stop, then turned over and lay on his side, patting the pillow beside him.
Yu Chi Feng immediately understood and lay down beside Feng Tingliu, putting one hand through the quilt to hold him in his arms.
Feng Tingliu chuckled, his expression softened a bit, and he stopped mentioning the woman who annoyed him. Instead, he moved closer to Yu Chi Feng.
Seeing that Feng Tingliu didn't object to his actions, Yu Chi Feng silently held him tighter.
"By the way." Feng Tingliu looked up at him and suddenly said, "When you were away, Yu Ji asked someone to send medicine. I asked someone to put it in your room."
Upon hearing this, Yu Chi Feng paused and remembered that it had been half a month since he last took the medicine. But now, he knew that the prescription might be related to his amnesia, and for a moment, his heart was filled with mixed emotions.
But Yu Chi Feng didn't dare to let Feng Tingliu notice his abnormality, so he nodded and said, "It's indeed time to take the medicine."
"You've been taking the medicine for so long, but your memory hasn't recovered."
"Well..." Hearing what Feng Tingliu said, Yu Chi Feng was somewhat confused. He didn't know if this was his true intention or if he was testing him, "Doctor Yu said that the recovery time is uncertain and might take a long time."
"Is that so." Feng Tingliu gave him a casual glance, turned over, and pressed his back close to Yu Chi Feng's chest, "I'm going to sleep."
"Okay."
Yu Chi Feng got up and blew out the candle by the window. The room immediately fell into darkness, with only a faint moonlight. He hugged Feng Tingliu in his arms again and gently kissed the top of his head.
No matter what the truth is, he will not let go of the person in his arms.
Perhaps due to the exhaustion of last night, early the next morning, Feng Tingliu shrank himself in the bed and refused to get up. Yu Chi Feng held him and helped him drink two sips of water, and then he fell asleep again.
Yu Chi Feng then returned to his own room and saw the herbal medicine wrapped in paper on the table. He thought for a while and still took the medicine bag to the kitchen.
"What does the Young Master want to eat?" When the cook saw Yu Chi Feng, he thought he was here to convey Feng Tingliu's order. But when he saw the medicine bag in his hand, he immediately understood. He found a special casserole for decocting medicine from the cabinet and said, "So you are here to decoct medicine. Here you are."
"Well, the Young Master hasn't gotten up yet. Thanks." Yu Chi Feng smiled, poured the medicine into the pot in front of the cook, added water, and placed it on the stove.
Before long, an extremely bitter smell came from the pot.
"Damn, this smell is so bad!" The cook frowned and covered his nose.
"Good medicine tastes bitter. I'm used to it." Yu Chi Feng shrugged, took a fan, and fanned the small stove for decocting medicine.
"Well, if I were to drink this, I couldn't stand it. Here, there are some pastries. If you think it's bitter, you can have some later."
"Hey, thanks, buddy."
"Don't mention it. We are all taking care of the Young Master. We are on the same side. I have to go out for a while. Just leave the bowl and the pot there. I haven't washed the plates yet. I'll wash them together later!" The cook smiled heartily, pointed at the mountain of plates and bowls, and then went out.
Yu Chi Feng stared at his departing back until he couldn't see him anymore, then he heaved a sigh of relief.
He poured the black medicinal soup from the pot into the bowl, smelled the familiar bitter taste without changing his expression, took a sip and held it in his mouth, then turned and spat it into the swill bucket. But in this way, there were traces of having taken the medicine left on the edge of the bowl.
Finally, he poured the bitter medicine into the swill bucket without drinking a bit. The swill reduced the bitterness of the medicine, and if one didn't smell it carefully, it wouldn't be noticed.
He put the bowl and the casserole with the traces and the plates and bowls together, turned to leave, and caught sight of the pastries. Hesmoothly took one and stuffed it into his mouth. The remaining bitterness in his mouth was neutralized by the sweetness, and his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.
If his memory really couldn't recover because of Yu Ji, then as long as he didn't drink the bitter medicine, he might be able to find out the truth.
But the entire Liudu City is under Feng Tingliu's control. If he doesn't take the medicine, he will definitely be discovered, so he made acamouflagepretending to have taken the medicine.
It turns out that Yu Chi Feng's judgment is correct.
After a stick of incense, the cook returned to the kitchen carrying a box of ingredients. He put the box in the corner, took a breath, and as soon as he looked up, he saw the medicine bowl and the casserole in the plates and bowls, as well as the plate with a missing piece of pastry. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, walked closer, and observed the bowl that had been used for taking the medicine for a moment.
"It's good that you've taken it." The cook muttered and turned to deal with the box of ingredients.
Yu Chi Feng returned to Feng Tingliu's room and saw that Feng Tingliu was still asleep. He walked forward and tucked the quilt for Feng Tingliu.
But in the next moment, Feng Tingliu grabbed his wrist and yanked it hard towards the bed.
"Young Master!" Yu Chi Feng was pulled onto the bed and almost crushed Feng Tingliu. He quickly supported his body with his other hand.
He looked up and saw Feng Tingliu looking at him with a pair of smiling eyes.
Like a cat deliberately doing something naughty.
Yu Chi Feng's heart moved, and he maintained his position, surrounding Feng Tingliu with his arms.
"What are you standing there for? Hold me up. I want to change my clothes." Seeing this, Feng Tingliu wasn't annoyed. Instead, he bent one leg and nudged Yu Chi Feng.
But Yu Chi Feng didn't move. Instead, he leaned down and kissed Feng Tingliu.
A kiss that was both pious and loyal, with the taste of medicine and sweetness.
No matter what, he loves him.
Even if Feng Tingliu wants to lead him to hell, this feeling will not change.