Help, I’m Being Forced to Marry a Frail and Sickly Immortal Doctor! 73

Chapter 73: Plucking a Plum Blossom for Whom

“I like you so much.”

As if afraid of disturbing the butterfly resting on the flower, Ning Ruoque held her breath, and her five senses became even sharper.

Cool, soft, salty, and bitter, the damp and sweet fragrance of the moon rose, and the fine rain outside the corridor wet her clothes.

And in a rain, she had kissed Yin Buran.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Until a gentle breeze blew past, and Ning Ruoque suddenly came back to her senses, taking half a step back.

The heat rose in a rush. She was at a loss, not knowing whether to cover her face first or to cover her pounding heart.

She looked up at Yin Buran with apprehension, and her breathing stopped again.

A kiss was very useful.

Yin Buran really wasn’t crying anymore.

She stared blankly, a teardrop still hanging on her eyelashes, like a crystal clear crystal.

Ning Ruoque still couldn’t believe it.

What did she do?

She had actually kissed Yin Buran!

Yin Buran is so cute.

This thought took the upper hand for a moment, but it was quickly suppressed by a huge sense of guilt and panic.

She apologized in a hoarse voice, “I’m sorry.”

It was clear that this sound also brought Yin Buran back to her senses.

Her gaze flickered, and the words she wanted to say were either thrown to the back of her mind or stuck in her throat, unable to be spoken.

If it weren’t for the slight itching that remained on her cheek, she would have thought it was a dream.

But when she looked up, she happened to see Ning Ruoque pressing her lips together, as if she were tasting the taste of her tears.

Even she herself seemed to have been licked by Ning Ruoque, her whole body tensed up, but her waist was sore and weak.

Yin Buran frowned and smoothed her white hair, and after a few breaths, she muttered in a small voice.

“You… is that all you’ve got?”

Ning Ruoque didn’t hear clearly. “What?”

The roots of Yin Buran’s ears were faintly red, and she changed the subject. “It’s nothing.”

Being stared at by Ning Ruoque without blinking, she couldn’t help but cover her mouth with her sleeve and cough a few times, very deliberately.

However, Ning Ruoque actually didn’t notice and even urged nervously, “Go inside. Don’t catch a cold.”

Then she naturally grabbed Yin Buran’s wrist and led her into the house.

Compared to the drizzling outdoors, the inside of the house was obviously much warmer.

It was just that the fur blankets on the couch were piled up, and the soft pillow had rolled to the ground and no one had picked it up. The ink, paper, and inkstone on the desk were also in a mess.

When Ning Ruoque reached for the teacup, she inadvertently saw the painting on the Xuan paper.

The person in the painting was handsome and tall, standing with a sword, like a pine or a bamboo.

The small characters beside it were smudged by ink, and there was another line of newly written, elegant and fresh handwriting—

【Pig-headed Ning Ruoque】

Ning Ruoque: “…”

Yin Buran put away that painting with a calm expression, then took out a box and pushed it to Ning Ruoque.

In fact, when she saw that familiar painting, Ning Ruoque had already had a premonition in her heart.

But when she opened the brocade box, the corners of her mouth still turned up unconsciously, and a feeling of joy turned into a little warmth, wrapping her whole body in it.

The red velvet satin held a piece of flawless dark gold, and the galaxy pattern on it was dazzling.

This is… ten million!

So the wealthy customer in the private room Lan was Yin Buran!

After a brief moment of joy, Ning Ruoque began to feel that she did not deserve it.

How could she make someone angry and still receive a gift from them? Not to mention that she couldn’t even produce a million. How was she going to repay ten million?

“It’s too precious. I—”

She subconsciously wanted to return the box, but she saw Yin Buran lift her eyelids and stare at her coldly.

Without a doubt, as long as Ning Ruoque dared to say that sentence, she would immediately bristle and then bite someone.

So the words were stuck at the tip of her tongue and she forcefully held them back. Ning Ruoque quickly changed her words, “I like it very much.”

Realizing that the context was ambiguous, she hurriedly explained, “It’s not because it’s precious that I like it. What I mean is…”

She was very anxious, afraid that Yin Buran would misunderstand. She unconsciously leaned forward, and the cold teacup in her hand was warmed by her spiritual energy.

After a few breaths of pause, she finally said eagerly, “Thank you for considering me.”

Ning Ruoque handed the warm tea to Yin Buran.

The latter took it and touched the rim of the cup with her lips reservedly.

So the room was quiet again, with only the sound of the rain hitting the green tiles and then dripping down from the eaves.

Ning Ruoque was originally used to being quiet and didn’t like to talk much.

While she was playing with the dark gold, her peripheral vision glanced at Yin Buran several times.

She looked at her half-tied white hair, her beautiful chin, and her lips, which were of a moderate thickness and looked soft.

The heart that had finally calmed down was now pounding again.

She was afraid that Yin Buran would hear it and notice her bold thoughts, so she quickly and silently adjusted her breathing.

But she saw those lips move, and suddenly she spoke, “I was in a bad mood that day and lost my temper with you. I’m sorry.”

Yin Buran quickly finished this sentence, her brow slightly furrowed, her fingers stroking the teacup. “But you’re not entirely blameless either.”

“I do whatever you tell me to do? If I don’t look for you, you won’t take the initiative to look for me? You—”

She turned her head away again and muttered awkwardly, “Can’t you just say some soft words and hold me?”

After finally mustering the courage to say these words, the tips of Yin Buran’s ears were burning.

But after waiting for a few breaths, the other had no reaction at all, not even blinking.

She was suddenly anxious, and grabbed Ning Ruoque’s hand, questioning fiercely, “What are you thinking about? Why are you not talking again?”

Ning Ruoque was instantly like a startled rabbit, and she held Yin Buran’s hand back, saying hesitantly, “Ran… Ranran, you’re so good to me.”

Yin Buran: “…”

She once again suspected if there was a problem with her technique, which had caused a certain part of Ning Ruoque to not grow well after her rebirth.

Sometimes she would ask some strange questions, her train of thought was unusually strange, and she would belittle herself to the point of being over the top, but her old habits had not changed at all.

Ning Ruoque interpreted Yin Buran’s silence as dissatisfaction.

She carefully held that cool hand and passed over a warm spiritual energy.

“I don’t know how to coax you. How did I coax you before? Can you tell me?”

When she was angry, she couldn’t just stuff food into Yin Buran’s mouth.

Yin Buran looked at Ning Ruoque’s eyes, just like looking at a wet and wronged puppy, and couldn’t bear to be harsh at all.

She moistened her dry throat with tea before she said faintly, “You’ve never had a conflict with me before.”

“But, you would stroke my head, hold my hand, and give me all kinds of flowers.”

She would also be so nervous that she would be at a loss when she was injured by a demonic beast, foolishly blowing on the wound, and then going to kill it to avenge her.

At that time, Ning Ruoque didn’t seem to be as annoying as she was now.

But after all, a hundred years had passed. Even if Yin Buran’s memory was good, some details were a little blurry.

Only that warm and reassuring feeling was always engraved in her heart.

She pressed her lips together, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Knowing that she was grieving for the past, Ning Ruoque hesitated for a moment, and in the end, she still reached out and gently wiped away the tear stains at the corners of her eyes.

Then, that hand was rubbed against by Yin Buran’s head.

Instantly, Ning Ruoque’s heart was so sour and soft that it was as if it had been soaked in sweet and sour sauce.

However, the next second, Yin Buran got off the couch with her skirt in her hands, and without any warning, she held Ning Ruoque’s shoulders and sat on her lap.

Her tears were not yet wiped clean, but her tone was quite serious. “The matter of repairing the spiritual soul must be done as soon as possible.”

After speaking, she wanted to get close to Ning Ruoque’s forehead. She was not willing to let herself be wronged in the slightest.

Before Ning Ruoque could react, she was entangled by Yin Buran. “Wait… wait—”

She tried to push her away, but it was already too late. Yin Buran directly pressed her forehead against hers, and without any warning, she directly entered her sea of consciousness.

This behavior was simply bold to the extreme.

One had to know that a cultivator’s spiritual platform would have a layer of barrier. Once it was invaded, it would attack.

The invader’s spiritual soul would be injured at best, and at worst, it would be directly scattered.

Ning Ruoque was so scared that she gave up resisting and tried her best to relax, letting Yin Buran barge in.

Yin Buran didn’t care what she was thinking and focused all her attention on the spiritual platform.

The last time she had come, Ning Ruoque’s spiritual soul was like a pile of tattered trash. This time, it was rotten everywhere.

Some spiritual soul fragments were floating by the main body, and some were wandering not far away.

It seemed that after she had come out of the Mirage Sea Realm, these fragments had not been able to return to their main body.

Yin Buran had prepared herself psychologically before she controlled her small ball of light to touch the main body.

A tingling numbness instantly swept through her whole body, making one want to tremble.

Enduring the urge to run away, Yin Buran tried to “stick” those fragments back to the glowing main body.

However, a medical cultivator’s spiritual soul was too sensitive. After cleaning only two or three pieces, she felt as if she had been kneaded from head to toe, and she had no strength at all.

But when she thought of Ning Ruoque’s calloused palm and the kiss in the rain, she couldn’t help but get closer.

It was just that the closer she got, the more dissatisfied she was, and the more she felt that it was not enough. It was like looking at plums to quench her thirst, unable to fill the emptiness in her heart.

Forced to, Yin Buran tried to retreat to take a break.

Compared to Yin Buran, Ning Ruoque was more like she was enjoying a comfortable bath and massage.

Feeling the person in her arms slowly sliding down, she still didn’t understand and held Yin Buran’s waist to send her up, so that she could press her forehead against hers.

Who would have thought that with this push, the hand that Yin Buran was pressing on Ning Ruoque’s shoulder suddenly tightened.

Ning Ruoque did not feel any pain, but the soft and light hum that sounded by her ear, and the faint, clear and sweet fragrance, made her face turn red for some reason.

She held her breath, but couldn’t help but hold her tighter, letting a certain possessiveness quietly expand.

Ning Ruoque silently apologized for her bold thoughts.

Just then, Yin Buran slowly opened her eyes, and then hugged her without any hesitation.

She hugged her very tightly, and buried her head in Ning Ruoque’s neck with great attachment, breathing in small mouthfuls.

Ning Ruoque thought that she was very uncomfortable, or that she had been injured by her own spiritual soul, so she quickly soothed Yin Buran’s back.

“Are you alright?”

In this posture, it was difficult for her to see Yin Buran’s expression and confirm the other’s specific situation.

She could only hear a few whispers as soft as a mosquito’s hum.

Ning Ruoque focused her energy and listened with her ear, and was instantly stunned.

The rain was drizzling, and the wind was gentle. The two of them snuggled together, sharing each other’s body temperature.

And Yin Buran said, “I like you so much.”