Help, I’m Being Forced to Marry a Frail and Sickly Immortal Doctor! 39

Chapter 39: Short Are These Bitter Days

…had an unspeakable thought.

For a moment, Yin Buran forgot what she was going to say, and even her fingertips were burning.

The person she had been longing for was looking at her with an incomparably focused gaze. Her eyes were clean and clear, reflecting her own figure.

No different from a hundred years ago.

Yin Buran’s heart suddenly tightened, so sour that she wanted to cry, and she also wanted to pounce into Ning Ruoque’s arms and ask for an intimate hug.

But the current situation did not allow her to do so.

So Yin Buran had no choice but to let go of her hold on Ning Ruoque.

She took the opportunity to yawn to hide the wetness in her eyes, pretending to be nonchalant.

“Why haven’t I seen you so direct before?”

She propped up her cheek, a hint of wetness and laziness in the corners of her eyes. “How about this, you call me ‘sister,’ and I’ll tell you the truth.”

Ning Ruoque: “…”

Younger people are so thin-skinned. Seeing a certain sword cultivator’s face turn completely red, Yin Buran snorted lightly, “You’re originally a few months younger than me.”

Ning Ruoque remembered that they had been bored back then and had asked Si Mingyue for a divination, briefly mentioning their birth dates.

At that time, how could she have known that Yin Buran would have a sudden whim and want to fight for this verbal status.

She gritted her teeth, sulking.

It’s all Chu Xuan’s fault for leading Yin Buran astray!

Yin Buran yawned again, this time she was really sleepy.

She thought that Ning Ruoque would not be willing. She half-closed her eyes, planning to casually brush this matter aside.

But she suddenly heard a muffled, light call, “Sister.”

It was different from Pengpeng’s soft and glutinous childish voice. This “sister” had a more mature tone, but it was too low, slightly hoarse.

Yin Buran looked at Ning Ruoque abruptly, like a cat that had instantly perked up.

A gust of wind blew past, and the candlelight dimmed.

The person before her lowered her head in embarrassment, her young face almost burning red.

Yin Buran had a hint of a smile and said seriously, “I didn’t hear clearly.”

She even pinched Ning Ruoque’s face with a mischievous heart, forcing her to look at herself.

Under the dim candlelight, Ning Ruoque’s eyes were no longer as clear as before, but seemed a little hazy and ambiguous.

Ning Ruoque paused, closed her eyes helplessly, and planned to call out again.

Who would have thought that halfway through, Yin Buran would tug on her cheek, and that sound would change its tone, “Sis… mmph, sis.”

She frowned, her gaze flickering, her face red from either being pinched or from shyness. At first glance, it looked as if she had been bullied, so pitiful.

The dignified Sword Venerable, at this moment, was like a sheathed sword, not resisting in the slightest.

This time, she heard it clearly, and Yin Buran finally let go.

But she suddenly had an even more unspeakable thought—

If she kissed Ning Ruoque’s eyes, and then guided Ning Ruoque to touch herself, would she also not resist?

Seeing that Yin Buran was finally willing to stop, Ning Ruoque secretly let out a sigh of relief.

She was not a rigid person. At a time like this, it was fine to lose a little face.

But just now, under the dim candlelight, she had caught a glimpse of Yin Buran’s wet and red eye corners, and for a moment, her heart had throbbed.

Like eating the wrong kind of mushroom, her head was empty, and her whole body was itchy.

Ning Ruoque cleared her throat and managed to say with a straight face, “Can you tell me the truth now?”

She would not easily forget her purpose.

Yin Buran nodded, played with her bracelet, and said absent-mindedly, “It might be related.”

It’s related.

Even with the uncertain word “might,” Ning Ruoque’s heart suddenly stopped for a breath, and then began to beat violently.

She stood up with a “swish,” causing the chair to fall, making a sharp and piercing noise.

In contrast was her extremely suppressed emotion, “Yin Buran!”

Yin Buran’s expression did not change. She looked up at her. “You believe it just like that?”

She could see that the sadness and worry in Ning Ruoque’s eyes were because of her, but she couldn’t feel happy at all.

The corners of her mouth twitched, and she tilted her head with a faint smile.

“I know that Ning Man was your former name, and I also know that you love to eat plain steamed buns the most.”

“I also know that the human ruler at that time was incompetent. You followed the eldest princess to rebel, and in the end, you cut off the tyrant’s head with one sword strike, but you yourself were seriously injured, and not even a ‘corpse’ could be found.”

Yin Buran’s narration was devoid of any emotion. Ning Ruoque was stunned, not knowing why this matter was brought up.

She had been taken away by her master at that time, so of course, no one could find her “corpse.”

Ning Ruoque put on a straight face. “Although these are old matters, and very few people know about them, I never thought of hiding them. It’s not difficult to find out if one has the heart.”

Even now, there was still a page about her in the history of the human world.

It was just that cultivators no longer had anything to do with the mortal world, and no one would be so bored as to investigate the relationship between the human “Ning Man” and the Sword Venerable “Ning Ruoque.”

Ning Ruoque tried her best to look fierce and emphasized, “Don’t change the subject!”

But facing Yin Buran, she really couldn’t be fierce.

The other was still lazily propping up her head. “You see, when I said you had a marriage contract with me, you wouldn’t believe it even if you starved to death.”

“But I clearly didn’t mention the matter of rebirth, yet you first made your own assumptions, and then believed it wholeheartedly.”

Ning Ruoque was stunned for a moment, managed to compose herself, and sat down again.

This was clearly another veiled accusation that she was unwilling to believe in the marriage contract.

But she couldn’t refute it. She was indeed deeply convinced that Yin Buran had become so weak because she had resurrected her.

This affection was too heavy. From Ning Ruoque’s perspective, she could find no reason for Yin Buran to do so.

This made her anxious, and she wanted to eat twenty steamed buns to relieve the pressure.

She tried to communicate with the other calmly, “Yin Buran, this is different.”

The grace of saving her life and the affection of becoming Dao companions were two different things in her eyes.

Yin Buran glanced at her and asked in return, “They are both my words. What’s the difference? If I did save you, would you become my Dao companion?”

Ning Ruoque thought for a long while and said with difficulty.

“No…”

Afraid that Yin Buran would bristle on the spot, she immediately added, “But I can be your beast of burden, to repay… repay you.”

Yin Buran raised her chin proudly, indifferent. “I don’t lack beasts of burden.”

Just a stupid sword cultivator to warm the bed.

She let out a sneer. “That’s right. You have no feelings for me now. How can you talk about giving yourself to me?”

The flickering candlelight cast her shadow on the wall, just a thin layer. The disappointment in her words overflowed, and she seemed to be about to disperse with the wind.

Before Ning Ruoque could feel sorry for her, she heard Yin Buran change her tune.

“But it doesn’t matter. I will claim it myself.”

After a certain person finished speaking, she stood up, and in Ning Ruoque’s dazed gaze, she took the initiative to straddle her.

She reached out and hugged her tightly.

Like a koala hugging its beloved tree, she contentedly rested her head on Ning Ruoque’s shoulder, absorbing the warmth.

“…”

A sweet fragrance rushed to her face, and Ning Ruoque wanted to push her away. But thinking of Yin Buran’s body, she began to hesitate.

She owed this to Yin Buran. What’s wrong with letting her lean on her for a while?

The more Ning Ruoque hesitated, the more unrestrained Yin Buran became.

Their bodies were pressed together, and she could feel the other’s heartbeat. She let out a comfortable breath and buried her head, rubbing against her a few more times.

The warm, moist breath fell on Ning Ruoque’s sensitive neck, and the latter instantly froze.

She wished she could block off her five senses and turn into an emotionless sword.

Just as Ning Ruoque was about to try and cultivate, she heard Yin Buran speak softly.

“Talk to me.”

Ning Ruoque had decided to satisfy Yin Buran’s requests as much as possible. So she put away the thought of cultivating, and while silently reciting the Heart Calming Mantra, she rambled on.

“Yin Buran, this is what I’m thinking.”

Under the repeated washing of the Heart Calming Mantra, her gaze became more and more firm, and her thoughts became clearer.

Ning Ruoque: “If you saved me because of your hysteria, I will do my best to make it up to you. Even if your hysteria is cured, I will still repay your kindness.”

Yin Buran clicked her tongue and buried her head in Ning Ruoque’s neck in annoyance.

A certain sword cultivator was assuming things that didn’t exist again. She didn’t want to listen at all.

She said in a muffled voice, “It’s not certain that I saved you.”

In fact, the art of life and death was too mysterious. She still couldn’t be sure that Ning Ruoque’s rebirth was definitely related to her.

But Ning Ruoque seemed not to have heard and was still talking to herself, “If the marriage contract is real, the grace of saving my life and the past affection cannot be confused.”

“I will repay you in my own way, or, what kind of repayment do you want?”

She tried to give examples of things she could accept and do.

Including but not limited to cooking, killing, weapon maintenance, basic sword technique teaching, collecting medicinal herbs in dangerous areas, and some personal summaries of cat-raising experiences.

“…”

No one answered.

Yin Buran had already closed her eyes. In a half-dream, half-awake state, she always felt that there was a stupid dog whining in her ear, very noisy.

She was very impatient, so she simply turned her head and bit fiercely on Ning Ruoque’s neck. After hearing a light hiss, she mercifully licked it for her.

Now, although the noise was gone, the breathing by her ear was even more rapid.

A vital part of her body was being bitten and licked. Ning Ruoque tried her best to ignore the strange trembling and insisted on finishing what she wanted to say.

“Yin Buran, actually… I don’t want you to hurt yourself to save people.”

She would rather Yin Buran be the same as before, not bedridden, with the art of gu-poison by her side, doing whatever she wanted.

But since it had already happened, she would not say such things again in the future.

The person in her arms mumbled a few times, clearly letting it in one ear and out the other, not having listened at all.

The room was very quiet. The barrier blocked out the noise from the inner room, leaving only the breathing and heartbeats of the two people.

Breaths intertwined, heartbeats overlapped.

Ning Ruoque suddenly had a strong impulse.

She wanted to quickly investigate the truth of her “amnesia,” not to marry Yin Buran, but because she didn’t want to run away anymore.

For this, she was willing to raise the priority of this matter to the same level as “finding her life-bound sword.”

Just as her thoughts were sorted out, the wooden door was pushed open with a “bang.”

Chu Xuan rushed in with great interest, “Ning Ruoque, I found something!”

“…”

After seeing the scene in the room clearly, the corners of Chu Xuan’s mouth twitched.

Her two good teammates were now hugging each other inseparably, like sticky brown sugar.

And Ning Ruoque and she met eyes for a second, and her earlobes quietly turned red.

Red is red, but she even gestured for her to be quiet and not to disturb Yin Buran’s sleep.

What does that mean? The two of them are cuddling in a warm room, leaving her to blow the cold wind outside?

Chu Xuan couldn’t stand it anymore and fiercely bared her canine teeth, “You two—”

Before she could finish, Yin Buran moved a little.

She quickly lowered her voice and asked quickly, “How much longer are you going to hug? I’ll talk after you’re done.”