Chapter 4684 — This Fate of Ours
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As a girl of pristine purity, Huo Yudie was plainly exceedingly sensitive when it came to shame in such matters. After that subconscious little cry escaped her, she clamped her teeth together at once, resolved to die rather than let a second sound out—how would she ever face Wei Zhao again otherwise? The very thought of it made her cheeks burn.
Yet scarcely a moment later, her body gave a faint shudder, and she could not help but let slip another delicate moan.
In truth, she could hardly be blamed. Had Wei Zhao merely been sucking at the wound, she might have just barely held out—but now a warm surge of true qi had appeared within her, coursing through her meridians and circulating her whole body, and with every circuit it carried off something that ought never to have been there: the venom of the eight-legged toothed insect, dissolved into her flesh.
The sensation brought not the slightest pain; instead it was warm and thoroughly pleasant. And as the venom dwindled, the stimulation of Wei Zhao sucking at her wound grew ever more intense, until Huo Yudie could not help but feel as though she were floating among the clouds. By the time she came back to herself, she was altogether not herself.
"I... what is happening to me..." Forcing herself to endure that warm, comfortable, stimulating sensation, Huo Yudie murmured hazily. But her pitiful store of willpower was soon shattered to pieces by the next wave of warmth.
What is this girl thinking? Listening to her faint, half-there moans, Wei Zhao was rendered rather speechless. Here he was, laboring to draw the venom from her, all the while steering his universal true qi through her body; he had assumed the process would be rather painful, yet from the sound of it she was actually enjoying herself...
Speechless as he was, there was no stopping midway now to say anything about it. So long as Huo Yudie held still and did not thrash about, he would let her be.
Yet Wei Zhao soon concluded he had miscalculated, for he found that Huo Yudie's moans had not ceased in the least—rather, they showed every sign of growing more frequent and more intense, utterly beyond restraint.
Listening to those utterly seductive sounds, even Wei Zhao could not keep his heart from stirring, and he cursed inwardly. This girl might have come across as somewhat blunt when they first met, but most of the time she carried herself with the air of an ice-cold snow lotus—who would have thought she could be so uninhibited at a moment like this?
Little did he know that, because of the venom, Huo Yudie simply could not control her sensations at this moment. The formidable self-restraint of a Nascent Soul consummate expert was utterly useless here; it was purely her body's instinctive reaction.
Yet though beyond control, Huo Yudie's mind remained perfectly clear. She saw every one of her own reactions plainly, and her shame knew no bounds—had there been a crack in the ground beside her, she would certainly have crawled into it.
Moan all you like—just don't kick me the moment you can move again. Wei Zhao muttered this inwardly, then threw himself into rooting out the last traces of venom with his universal true qi. But just as success was within reach, Huo Yudie suddenly cried out once more, and a hot current seemed to surge beyond all control... and Wei Zhao's position was nothing if not squarely in the line of fire—he was drenched from head to toe!
It came so suddenly that Wei Zhao was caught entirely off guard, and he froze where he stood. A faint sense of déjà vu crept over him; he pondered a long while before it finally came back to him—the same thing had happened when he treated the young mistress's poison all those years ago. He was simply fated to be drenched!
Wei Zhao stood motionless for a long moment. At last he lowered his head with a wordless look, wiped out the final trace of venom remaining in her body, and silently rose to his feet.