Help, I’m Being Forced to Marry a Frail and Sickly Immortal Doctor! 105

Chapter 105: Towards the Mortal World

Fooling around all night.

Ning Ruoque regretted it as soon as she said it.

She always felt that her behavior was very abrupt, and her words were not clear. If she were to be rejected because of this, it would be deserved.

She thought of words to ease the atmosphere in annoyance, wishing that time could go back to a quarter of an hour ago, so that she could start over.

But Yin Buran said, “Then you open your eyes.”

Ning Ruoque was stunned for a moment.

Then she obediently opened her eyes, but she still lowered her head, looking at the hem of her clothes.

“Look up at me.”

A light and airy voice, like a cat’s tail brushing past her palm, was particularly itchy.

Ning Ruoque’s heart was pounding like a drum, but she still held her fists and did not dare to move.

Until a patch of light red suddenly appeared before her.

It was a flower petal, floating leisurely with the push of the wind and water.

Why are there flowers?

She subconsciously looked up and happened to see the peach blossoms blooming on the branches, soaked into a soft rosy cloud by the water vapor and warm light.

Pink peaches and red apricots, the spring light was warm, and the fragrance was intoxicating.

Ning Ruoque was stunned as she looked.

She turned her head, and in a fluster, she covered half of her face. The breath she exhaled was held in her palm, as hot as her face.

Ning Ruoque’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and she murmured, “So beautiful…”

It was unknown if she was praising the flowers or the person.

She soon realized that the flowers had been deliberately “saved” by Yin Buran. This person loved to tease her.

So she urgently reminded, “No… don’t waste your spiritual energy like this.”

Yin Buran pretended to be angry. “You don’t like it?”

Ning Ruoque was startled and explained anxiously, “No… I didn’t mean to blame you. I… you—”

Her words were chaotic, and her speech was slurred. Her hands were also trembling, like a cooked crab or a curled up shrimp.

Realizing that she couldn’t explain it clearly at all, she let out a long breath and closed her eyes in despair.

But Yin Buran still laughed, and it sounded very pleasant. Her smile must also be very beautiful.

The more she laughed, the redder Ning Ruoque’s face became.

She couldn’t stand being laughed at, so she pleaded in a small voice, “Don’t… don’t laugh…”

Yin Buran would not listen.

She came closer to look at Ning Ruoque’s equally red ears, and the sound of the gurgling water was particularly clear.

She poked Ning Ruoque’s face with her wet hand. The latter did not move and instantly froze into a stone.

She tilted her head and said, half-teasingly, “So it only takes one move to defeat the invincible Sword Venerable.”

After admiring enough, and also afraid of scaring her away, she mercifully took two steps back.

“Alright, I won’t laugh at you anymore.”

Ning Ruoque took a deep breath, once, twice…

After finally recovering a little, she slowly lowered her hand and instead twisted the hem of her clothes.

Without looking up, she asked timidly, “Can I kiss you now?”

Nervous, but she still hadn’t forgotten to ask for her consent.

That pair of eyes had lost all their sharpness, like a sheathed sword, and had become warm and harmless.

Ning Ruoque looked up, her gaze shifting several times, and finally settled. “Sorry, although it’s a bit abrupt, but… but—”

“I really want to kiss you.”

“…”

Having not heard such a direct expression from her for a long time, Yin Buran was speechless for a moment.

How on earth did this Ning Ruoque grow up?

Why is Ning Ruoque staring at her like that?

She belatedly felt her face heat up, and she retreated, sinking into deeper water.

She muttered in feigned dissatisfaction, “I told you not to ask me this kind of thing.”

The night wind blew past, and the scattered red fell like rain, covering both of them.

One of the petals just happened to land on Yin Buran’s collarbone.

Her snowy skin and flowery face were truly captivating.

After looking for a long time, Ning Ruoque’s face would get hot, but if she didn’t look, she couldn’t help but think.

This move was made with hesitation. Normally, she would probably punish herself with a thousand sword swings and then despise herself for thinking too much.

But that was Yin Buran. How could she not think about her?

Across the misty pool, Ning Ruoque hesitated for a while. “Then you… oh, oh, I understand…”

Before Yin Buran could ask her what she understood, she saw Ning Ruoque lower her head, and her thin outer robe slipped to the shore, completely soaked by the water.

Yin Buran’s eyes widened slightly.

A little of the water in the pool splashed out. Ning Ruoque paused for a moment, and finally, she raised her hand and untied her hairband, and her full head of dark hair fell like a waterfall.

Yin Buran had rarely seen her like this.

No blood, no injuries, no killing intent after a battle, and not too many defenses.

The young person’s face was wet, sparkling, and her inner clothes were wet and stuck to her body, outlining a slender and well-proportioned figure.

She just came through the water like this.

Ning Ruoque stopped in front of Yin Buran and said foolishly, “Now… can I—”

Before her voice could fall, her mouth was covered by Yin Buran.

Ning Ruoque saw herself in Yin Buran’s eyes, dazed and foolish.

She couldn’t think of anything else for a while. Her skin was in contact with her skin, and she didn’t know where to put her hands. In the end, in a fluster, she hugged Yin Buran’s waist.

The dark hair and the white hair were intertwined in the water, and the flower petals were pushed even farther by the waves.

Ning Ruoque remembered the taste of the first time she had tasted sugar water. The tip of her tongue was sweet, and it made her feel happy.

But that was really too little. She couldn’t eat her fill, and when she was so hungry at night that her stomach hurt, she would get up and gulp down well water.

To this day, when she encountered food she liked, she couldn’t help but eat a little more, and then a little more.

She easily held Yin Buran’s wrist, licked her soft lips, and asked for more sweetness.

A hoarse moan came from the sound of the water. The person in her arms could barely stand, and only then did Ning Ruoque wake up as if from a dream and retreat.

She scooped up Yin Buran, and her calloused hand slid across her delicate waist, but it instead created a more intense tremor.

Ning Ruoque tried her best to ignore the touch in front of her and held Yin Buran’s face to look.

The latter also obediently held up her head and let her do as she pleased.

Her lips were moist and full, but the corners of her mouth were a little swollen. She was really!

She was secretly annoyed and wanted to apologize to Yin Buran. “I—”

But she was interrupted by Yin Buran again.

“I like it.”

Ning Ruoque was hugged by Yin Buran, who hooked her arm around her neck, and she didn’t even care about the rough inner clothes.

She buried her face in her chest and completely hung on to Ning Ruoque.

She whispered in her ear, “I like you so much… I like…”

The end of her voice was sweet and raised, as if she were acting cute.

As if she were afraid that Ning Ruoque couldn’t hear, she said it over and over again. And as if she were wronged, with a hint of a crying tone, so she kept seeking comfort.

Ning Ruoque was dazed as she listened. Her originally uncalm heart was now in a mess, as soft and warm as a flower.

She also loved Yin Buran very much.

Finally, in the intentional or unintentional light rubbing of the person in her arms, the string in her mind, which had been stretched to the limit, broke.

Yin Buran like this, what’s the difference from asking her to eat more?

She held the person tightly, lowered her head, and kissed Yin Buran’s snow-white neck, and then the small mole on her collarbone.

Finally, she kissed a piece of peach blossom that had fallen from somewhere, and just like that, she went all the way down.

The flower petals were crushed into juice, and the mole on the side of her waist was also deliberately and repeatedly rubbed, creating a faint pink.

Yin Buran only felt that she was also like a flower.

In order not to be slapped into the water, she had no choice but to hold on to Ning Ruoque tightly.

It was very slippery in the water, and a dazing sucking sound came from her ear.

She bit her lip again and again, and finally couldn’t help but say, “I have no strength…”

She didn’t know that the corners of her eyes were even redder than the peach blossoms. Even if she tried her best to control her expression and press her lips together, it would only make people feel that she was easy to bully.

Ning Ruoque looked up, kissed away the tear stains on her cheek, and with a few steps, she brought her to the shore of the hot spring.

Her body was not yet dry, and when the wind blew, Yin Buran shivered from the cold.

When she was cold, she always wanted to burrow into Ning Ruoque’s arms.

With a spell, wiping her body and getting dressed was just a matter of a moment.

But in such a short period of time, Yin Buran still had to touch this and that.

The sword cultivator’s body was warm and strong, and it felt extremely good. While Ning Ruoque was helping her put on her bathrobe, she had touched the sword cultivator’s waist all over.

Ning Ruoque stopped to look at her, and she tilted her head and returned the same gaze, lazy and innocent.

It seemed that her strength had returned.

“…”

Ning Ruoque took a deep breath and said with a frown, “If you continue like this, you might not be able to get to the bed.”

She admitted very honestly, “I still want to hold you.”

Being with the person you like, hugging and kissing, were all addictive.

Not to mention that her desire had not yet subsided.

Yin Buran blinked, leaned over, and gave Ning Ruoque a peck.

It was indeed because she found Ning Ruoque cute and planned to give her a quick one.

The chaise lounge by the shore creaked. The bathrobe was half-worn, and it was piled up loosely in Yin Buran’s arms, revealing her round shoulders.

The night was quiet, and the peach blossoms rustled.

Ning Ruoque’s hand was used to holding a sword. Meteoric iron was a dead thing, and she could do as she pleased.

But Yin Buran was very soft, very fragrant, and also afraid of pain. She was afraid of annoying her and was always careful.

Without that strong aggressiveness, she was still tormenting, slow and deliberate, like savoring a beloved sweet dessert.

This was destined to be a long night. After all, it was not easy to fill Ning Ruoque.

…

The water vapor was thick, and the water droplets on the peach blossom petals dripped down.

Ning Ruoque pulled over a soft cloth to wipe her body. When she went to hold her, Yin Buran subconsciously wanted to shrink back.

The difference in strength was really too great, and that little bit of struggle could be completely ignored.

But she still stopped and waited for Yin Buran to recover.

Her face was still hot. Ning Ruoque was blushing while staring at Yin Buran.

Seeing that her originally vacant eyes were gradually closing, she asked eagerly, “Yin Buran, are you in a better mood?”

“Hmm?” Yin Buran didn’t quite hear.

She curled up, went to grab Ning Ruoque’s clothes, and tried to nestle into Ning Ruoque’s arms.

“So cold…” Her voice was pitifully hoarse.

Ning Ruoque quickly wrapped the person in her own outer robe and carried her in her arms.

She hurried through the backyard, returned to the house, stuffed Yin Buran into the soft quilt, and tucked her in.

Then she thought for a moment, and she herself also lay down.

Soon, Yin Buran clung to her like an octopus.

She still rested her head on her chest and had to listen to her heartbeat to sleep.

She rubbed against her uneasily a few times, as if she were confirming the existence of something.

Ning Ruoque patted her back and coaxed her in a soft voice, “I’m here.”

The body temperature that was in contact with each other made both of them very warm.

Yin Buran finally fell into a deep sleep.

*

After fooling around all night, Yin Buran only woke up when the sun was high in the sky.

The first thing that came into view was Ning Ruoque’s exquisite collarbone.

She looked for a long while, then suddenly knitted her brows.

Something was poking her shoulder.

She fumbled in the narrow embrace and took out a cold long sword from under the pillow.

The scabbard was intricately patterned, long and heavy, and she couldn’t even hold it with one hand.

She had just woken up, and an inexplicable anger instantly rose in Yin Buran’s heart.

What on earth is in a sword cultivator’s brain?

She pushed the sword off the bed, but there was no sound.

The world-renowned spirit sword, which had killed countless petty villains, and even a demon god.

Now it was being treated like scrap iron by Yin Buran, but the Dao is Hidden and Nameless was not angry at all. It only let out a light hum and slowly flew back to the table on its own.

After all this, Ning Ruoque had long since woken up, but she did not make a sound.

When Yin Buran turned her head, she was staring at her without blinking.

Then, gradually, her earlobes turned red.

It was unknown what she was thinking, but it was definitely not anything proper.

Yin Buran also pushed her and made a request with perfect justification, “I’m thirsty. I want to drink water.”

It was just that the sleepiness had not yet dissipated, and it still sounded like a low, hoarse whine.

Ning Ruoque got up without complaint and poured water for Yin Buran.

She waited until the water temperature was right before she brought it to Yin Buran’s lips and watched her drink it.

After sizing her up and down for a few breaths, she finally lowered her eyes. “I’ll help you get dressed.”

After she finished speaking, she really did pull over the tie and tied it seriously, countless times more skilled than the first time.

The warm sun fell on the bed. Yin Buran yawned, and she was too lazy to move.

Ning Ruoque asked as gently as possible, “Do you have anything on your mind recently?”

She was concerned, afraid that Yin Buran would keep everything in her heart and not tell her.

“Hmm?” Yin Buran tilted her head.

“It’s nothing.” She casually picked up the book she hadn’t finished by the bed and flipped through a few pages nonchalantly.

The sunlight danced on the pages and also illuminated her features.

It was a completely different expression from last night, like holding a fine white snow, looking soft, but in reality, it was cold and piercing.

“I was just thinking, the goddess has pacified the four directions and blessed all living beings. If she were still watching this human world, I wonder what she would think now.”

Yin Buran’s peripheral vision slanted, and she happened to see Ning Ruoque sitting by the bed, her body slightly leaning forward, in a posture of listening attentively.

There was no sword by her hand, and she was not tense, very relaxed.

She suddenly curled up the corners of her mouth, a faint smile, and said to Ning Ruoque, “Come closer.”

Ning Ruoque was bewildered, but she obediently came closer without any defense.

The next second, she was held by the shoulder, and she met Yin Buran’s eyes, their foreheads touching.

Ning Ruoque’s spiritual platform had no rejection and easily accepted Yin Buran’s spiritual soul.

After a brief period of adaptation, Yin Buran, as if she were there in person, slowly opened her eyes, and countless spiritual lights rippled and floated, and a vast sea of memories brushed past her.

A person’s spiritual platform was a world of its own, vast and boundless.

And in front of her was a spiritual soul that was emitting a white light.

Compared to the very solid Yin Buran, this spiritual soul looked tattered and broken. Some parts were even so white that they were transparent, and any random memory would scatter it.

Such a foreigner had suddenly broken into the depths of her spiritual platform. The spiritual soul was clearly startled and stumbled out.

The fine things on her body also fell as she ran. She seemed to be completely unaware, and in a short while, she had run far away.

The road was full of fragments that she had dropped, which was very scary.

Yin Buran was silent for a moment, picked up a piece, and put it in her bosom.

If she wanted to completely cure Ning Ruoque’s damaged spiritual soul, she had to find out the cause of the damage in order to prescribe the right medicine.

With so many memories, and without the help of the owner, if she had to rely on Yin Buran to salvage them herself, it was unknown how long it would take.

But Ning Ruoque’s memory was in a mess, so she could only first find a suitable landmark to circle the scope and reduce the workload.

Yin Buran had thought for a long time and had a vague guess.

Now, it was time to verify it.