Help, I’m Being Forced to Marry a Frail and Sickly Immortal Doctor! 95

Chapter 95: The Path of the Dao is Nameless

“If I don’t let you kiss me, you really won’t dare to kiss me…”

This was a problem that should have been solved long ago, but it had been delayed for a while because of the sudden demonic beast tide.

Ning Ruoque was sullen in her heart. If it weren’t for the beast tide, she wouldn’t have had a fight with Yin Buran.

Then, caught off guard, Yin Buran flicked her forehead hard.

It didn’t hurt, but it made her flustered.

Now she didn’t dare to think about other things. Her mind was full of how to coax Yin Buran.

However, Yin Buran spoke first, “What were you distracted by just now?”

Ning Ruoque’s body stiffened, and after a pause, she answered obediently, “The beast tide. But my memory really has a problem. I’m not lying to you.”

But Yin Buran directly ignored the latter half of the sentence and asked with dark eyes, “Oh? You think it’s all the beast tide’s fault, and you have no problem?”

The room was quiet for a moment. Ning Ruoque pressed her lips together, awkwardly tugged at her clothes, and lowered her eyelids.

How did Yin Buran know what she was thinking?

She heard her own suddenly accelerated heartbeat and her chaotic breathing. She was afraid that Yin Buran would hate her for hiding it, and even more afraid that she would be disappointed in her.

But besides that, there was also a hint of inexplicable self-abandonment.

Ning Ruoque answered in a muffled voice, “No, I have a problem…”

“You care about me and don’t want me to get hurt because of this. But I didn’t consider your feelings.”

She glanced at Yin Buran, then lowered her head again, like a wronged little puppy.

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end, she muttered, “I didn’t consider myself either.”

Yin Buran questioned in a cold voice, “Then you still did it?”

Ning Ruoque still looked like she was obediently listening to a lecture.

She said, “I’m used to it.”

If someone had to stand up and sacrifice, Ning Ruoque only hoped that it would be herself.

She didn’t care about herself. Yin Buran had to be fine.

But if she answered like this, Yin Buran would definitely get angry.

Ning Ruoque carefully observed Yin Buran’s expression, tried to droop her eyebrows, and softened her tone.

“Give me some more time. I’ll try my best to change.”

Even if it was just to stop Yin Buran from being sad.

Yin Buran stared at her for a long while, then suddenly reached out and directly lifted Ning Ruoque’s chin, and her forehead pressed against hers.

She never gave a hint before she cast a spell. Ning Ruoque quickly suppressed the messy thoughts in her mind.

So she let Yin Buran’s spiritual sense wander freely in her sea of consciousness.

In a corner of her sea of consciousness, a small ball of light was nestled, thin and dim, without any aggression.

Yin Buran’s spiritual sense was more like the master here than her.

And Ning Ruoque’s spiritual soul was just like Ning Ruoque’s life-bound sword.

Although the cracks were still very obvious, the state of this small, broken spiritual soul was at least countless times better than at the beginning.

Yin Buran did not go to nourish it as usual, but instead swept past it and cast her gaze deeper into the sea of consciousness.

She still had some unresolved doubts, so she wanted to probe Ning Ruoque’s memory.

It was just that this matter had a certain risk, and it had to be done with the consent of the person.

Now was not the right time. At least, she had to go to a safer place to act.

Yin Buran withdrew, then sat back on the couch and placed a few small medicine bottles on the desk.

Ning Ruoque asked eagerly, “How is it?”

Yin Buran’s eyes showed a hint of disgust. While she was deftly preparing the medicine, she said, “It’s tattered. It needs to be repaired.”

Hearing her answer, Ning Ruoque was neither anxious nor annoyed and obediently squatted by the couch.

Ning Ruoque watched as Yin Buran’s long and slender hands picked up the medicinal herbs, her skin as delicate as white jade.

She watched as her eyes were covered with a faint light when she lowered them, which melted away her cold expression, like a lake under the morning sun.

In Ning Ruoque’s eyes, Yin Buran was never tiring to look at.

To be able to keep looking at her like this was a very beautiful thing.

Only when Yin Buran had finished grinding the medicinal herbs and had wiped the blade of the short sword with her hand did Ning Ruoque suddenly come back to her senses.

She grabbed Yin Buran’s hand. “What… what are you doing?”

At this time, a wound had already been cut on her snow-white fingertip, and blood was slowly flowing down her finger, which was extremely glaring.

Yin Buran frowned, but she pulled her wrist out of Ning Ruoque’s grasp and, in front of her, dripped a few drops of her blood essence into the bowl.

Then the medicinal paste automatically mixed with the blood, forming a round, bloody-smelling pill.

Yin Buran pushed the bowl in front of Ning Ruoque. “Here, eat this first. It can stabilize your spiritual soul.”

The wound on her finger had not yet completely healed, and a winding bloodstain was left on the sky-blue porcelain bowl.

Ning Ruoque knitted her brows, her expression even more dejected.

Yin Buran couldn’t stand to watch anymore.

How could eating a few drops of her blood be like taking Ning Ruoque’s life?

She slammed the desk and said with a cold face, “What’s with that expression? This medicine must be guided by my blood for it to be effective.”

However, the sword cultivator who had just promised her obediently, this time refused quite decisively.

“I don’t want this. Don’t do it again in the future.”

The pill mixed with Yin Buran’s blood always gave Ning Ruoque a sense of guilt.

Treatment was treatment, but to let Yin Buran bleed and get injured again was another matter.

She had already done enough for her.

With this in mind, Ning Ruoque firmly refused to take the medicine.

Her back was stiff, like a stubborn sword rusted in a crevice.

Yin Buran’s expression was blank as she sized her up and down.

But the latter, the moment their gazes met, quickly averted her eyes.

So she simply stopped persuading and propped up her cheek with one hand, saying slowly, “You don’t want to owe me so much. Are you preparing to go and die again?”

Ning Ruoque was startled and quickly explained, “That’s not it—”

Yin Buran interrupted her before she could finish. “You said you would discuss it with me. Was that a discussion? You just told me not to mind you. What do you take me for?”

Her tone was clearly quenched in ice, and when she looked down at her, she was extremely proud.

But the candlelight was scorching in her eyes, so hot that Ning Ruoque did not dare to look directly at her.

Ning Ruoque’s lips moved, but the more anxious she was to explain, the more she couldn’t speak.

The corners of Yin Buran’s mouth curled up a little, and she sneered, “It was the same last time. You insisted on leaving me at Azurefall Creek. This temper of yours really hasn’t changed at all.”

“I remember now. You made a bet with me back then that if we were really Dao companions, you would let me do as I pleased.”

She squinted her eyes. “Your words can’t be trusted at all.”

Ning Ruoque trembled as she listened, and she knelt on the couch, not daring to make a rash move.

Yin Buran was clearly so angry that she was speaking without thinking. At this moment, she was like a bristling cat, and whoever came would be scratched.

She suppressed her anger, and the wound that was about to heal broke open again because she had clenched her fist too hard.

It hurt a little, but she couldn’t care about that much.

“You didn’t discuss it with me when you were killing the Demon God. You weren’t willing to take me with you when you were hunting demons. You carried everything on your own. Then why are you still with me?”

After this series of questions, Ning Ruoque was at a loss.

Seeing that the old accounts were about to be brought up from eight hundred years ago, she cautiously poked her head out, trying to find a chance to kiss Yin Buran.

But just as she was about to get up, Yin Buran scolded in annoyance, “You’re not allowed to kiss me!”

Ning Ruoque instantly did not dare to move.

She had no choice but to continue kneeling, and with her brow drooped, she listened to Yin Buran’s conclusion—

“It was because we were too polite back then that I didn’t discover these bad habits of yours earlier.”

Yin Buran let out a long sigh.

She was not a particularly proactive person in the past, and the reserve she had been raised with did not allow her to do things like pestering and getting to the bottom of things.

So Ning Ruoque respected her in every way and did not dare to overstep a single step, and she did not ask much.

“At that time, I thought that we still had a lot of time to get along and get used to each other.”

Yin Buran lowered her eyes. Although her eyes were filled with helplessness, her breath was as light as a feather.

“Now that I think about it, it was completely wrong.”

After she finished speaking, she quieted down. Her face was pale, and her skin was so thin that the bulging blue blood vessels could be seen on the back of her hands.

A light feather, blown away by the wind.

Ning Ruoque then felt a tightness in her heart, as painful as a needle prick.

Every heartbeat was very forceful, so lively that it made her restless.

So much so that she ignored the pain from her spiritual soul and just wanted to get up and hug Yin Buran.

Yin Buran tilted her head.

She suddenly asked in mock surprise, “If I don’t let you kiss me, you really won’t dare to kiss me?”

After a few breaths of silence, Ning Ruoque lowered her head in a fluster. Her peripheral vision slanted, and she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the crimson at the corners of Yin Buran’s eyes.

How is it that she’s the one who’s fierce, but she still looks as pitiful as if she’s been bullied?

Yin Buran raised her hand to pinch her face.

The moment the cool touch came, Ning Ruoque’s heart pounded.

As if by a whim, she turned her head and couldn’t help but lick the injured fingertip of the other.

Her lips were stained with uncongealed blood, a rusty taste, a little salty.

As if to prove something, she directly held the finger in her mouth and carefully licked the wound.

She licked away the blood and then pecked at it piously from the fingertip all the way to the soft palm.

For a moment, there was only a “smacking” sound in the room, which made one’s ears itch.

Her peripheral vision observed, and she saw Yin Buran like a cat that had been soothed, her gaze watery, quiet and well-behaved.

Then Ning Ruoque accurately captured the other’s slightly trembling eyelashes.

It was unknown if it was an illusion, but she always felt that Yin Buran’s blood seemed to be different from others, with a faint medicinal fragrance.

She couldn’t help but rub against Yin Buran’s palm.

The latter suddenly pulled her hand back, and only then did Ning Ruoque suddenly realize what she was doing.

Ning Ruoque also shrank back, the roots of her ears completely red, wishing she could drill into a crack in the ground. “Sorry… sorry…”

Her voice was very shaky.

How could she do such a perverted thing to Yin Buran? She really had no self-control!

She didn’t dare to look into Yin Buran’s eyes at all, busy calming her own heart and controlling her uncontrollably fidgeting hands.

Naturally, she also did not notice that Yin Buran had picked up a pill and had held it between her lips.

The next second, Yin Buran grabbed Ning Ruoque’s collar and leaned over to kiss her.

The bitter taste of the medicine melted between their lips and teeth, and the soft and moist touch made Ning Ruoque’s mind go blank.

Finding this posture too awkward, Yin Buran directly sat on Ning Ruoque’s lap and hugged her.

She boldly licked a little, and finally pried open her lips and teeth, pushing the pill in.

Ning Ruoque’s pupils shrank. “Mmm—”

The tips of their tongues touched and then separated, but it created a huge wave. One wave after another came, drowning her in it.

Her hand unconsciously rested on Yin Buran’s waist, as if she were always ready to press her into her arms.

Yin Buran tried again clumsily, but her waist was so weak that she had to retreat to calm herself.

Then she found that Ning Ruoque was standing there in a daze, not even breathing.

Just then, a familiar sound of argument came from outside the window.

So Yin Buran poked Ning Ruoque’s face.

The sword cultivator suddenly got up, carried her to the bed, and ran away. “Thank you… thank you for the medicine. I… I’ll go and listen to what Chu Xuan and the others are talking about.”

Yin Buran frowned slightly and said in a hoarse voice, “Is it that bad?”

As soon as her voice fell, Ning Ruoque’s left foot tripped over her right, and she stumbled on the flat ground.

She stabilized herself in a disheveled state, and without looking at the road, she almost hit the door frame, which made Yin Buran’s brow furrow tightly.

After finally getting out, Ning Ruoque found a corner and squatted down in a daze.

“Wuu…” She was trembling with nervousness, covering her face, and the breath she exhaled was hot.

She licked her own lips, like a traveler who had been thirsty for a long time in the desert and had finally run into an illusion of an oasis. She unconsciously murmured, “Yin Buran…”

“Yin Buran.”