My Wife Is A Sword Immortal

Chapter 132: Chapter 117: As Long as It’s Zhao Lang

Chapter 132 -117: As Long as It’s Zhao Lang

The night sky resembled a curtain of dark cyan, studded with twinkling stars.

In the wilderness.

Amidst the vast mountains and forests.

Within an abandoned shrine that had long been in ruin.

Darkness prevailed.

Only a few faint moonbeams fell through the broken entrance and the holes in the roof.

In the darkness behind the deity’s statue.

Two silhouettes could vaguely be seen.

One long, one short.

Both silent and unspoken.

The air inside the shrine had succumbed to silence.

Zhao Rong lowered his head, intently examining the huddled shadow behind the statue.

Su Xiaoxiao did not respond to him and remained curled up.

Zhao Rong extended his hand, intending to touch her, but suddenly stopped midway.

After thinking for a moment, he turned and walked around the shrine, collecting some dry kindling.

Zhao Rong returned to behind the statue and began to build a fire with the kindling.

Slowly.

At a certain moment.

An orange flame sprang out of nowhere, instantly growing larger and bursting into a hearty blaze.

In the ruined shrine, the darkness was dispelled by light.

It was as if an orange room had been added.

Warmth followed.

Although it was summer, after being soaked by a heavy rain and then chilled by the cool night breeze in the wilderness, one would still shiver from the cold.

Zhao Rong sat down by the fire, exhaled lightly, and stretched his hands towards the flame to warm them, but he did not pay attention to the gradually heating body. Instead, his gaze fixed through the dancing tongues of fire, carefully observing Su Xiaoxiao opposite him.

She was drenched, hugging her knees and burying her head, with cold droplets falling from her dark, wet hair. The droplets converged on the ground next to her, merging into a large puddle of rainwater.

Su Xiaoxiao’s body trembled slightly, and occasionally jerked involuntarily, but still no sound emerged.

Everything happened in silence.

If she were still hidden in the darkness, probably no one would notice she was a living person.

Zhao Rong’s pupils contracted slightly.

It was as if a chord in his heart had truly vibrated.

The softest place in his heart had been touched by some silly girl.

What foolish things would this silly girl do if he did not come looking for her?

Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

He dared not think of that answer.

However, immediately, he felt an inexplicable anger rising in his heart.

How could this silly girl be so foolish? Foolishly to death…

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes, staring at this aggrieved soul who wanted to hide herself away in her tiny world.

Suddenly, he stood up and walked over to Su Xiaoxiao.

Completely disregarding the rainwater on the ground, he sat down directly, face-to-face with her.

Su Xiaoxiao jolted sharply, still with her head lowered, but her body clumsily shuffled backwards like a pitiable insect, dragging a trail of water on the ground.

As if trying to flee from some terrifying thing.

“Don’t move,” Zhao Rong said seriously.

Su Xiaoxiao stiffened but seemed to realize something. She defiantly moved a bit again, yet it was only for show, and eventually, she dared not to continue backing away.

Zhao Rong stood up, walked a few steps forward, and sat down in front of her once more.

The distance between the two was less than half a step.

“Look up.”

Su Xiaoxiao remained motionless.

“I told you to look up!” Zhao Rong’s tone became firmer.

But Su Xiaoxiao still didn’t look up.

Zhao Rong frowned, reaching out to touch her, but as soon as he touched her knee, his hand was forcefully pushed away.

“Don’t touch me!”

Su Xiaoxiao suddenly looked up, her voice slightly hoarse, no longer soft and tender as before.

Zhao Rong’s hand was brushed aside before he could react, and then he heard her indifferent words.

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On closer inspection,

He saw that her usual ravishingly beautiful face had lost its past luster.

Her eyes were red and swollen, her complexion pale, strands of wet hair hung messily, and her lips appeared as if dabbed with rouge, vividly red.

Zhao Rong’s gaze trembled, and his heart skipped a beat.

This Su Xiaoxiao possessed a withering beauty that was stunningly breathtaking.

Was this what the books described, a beauty crying like pear blossoms drenched in spring rain, her tear-streaked countenance like distressed jade?

“Don’t look at me!”

Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly covered the lower half of her face with one hand, turning away, staring fixedly at the ground beside her, clenching her silver teeth.

“You’re not allowed to look, not allowed. Xiaoxiao will only show herself to those she likes and who like Xiaoxiao. Go away, don’t look, you can’t look… wuwu…”

“Wuwuwu—”

But as she spoke, she suddenly burst into tears.

The sound was not pleasant, for her voice was hoarse from crying, and there weren’t many tears left, for her eyes were swollen from crying, yet her weeping was unabated.

She bowed her head, tightly covering her mouth as if trying to squeeze out the last tear of her life.

However.

A gentle voice came through.

“I can look.”

Su Xiaoxiao was taken aback.

Her delicate body still convulsively twitched subconsciously, but she had forgotten to cry.

She opened her eyes wide and suddenly turned her head back.

The person before her gazed at her with gentle eyes.

“Is it really true?”

Su Xiaoxiao’s tear-reddened beautiful eyes were filled with incredulity.

Zhao Rong didn’t respond, but tilted his head slightly and suddenly reached out his hand.

Su Xiaoxiao looked on blankly as those hands stretched towards her face, not resisting anymore.

Her lashes trembled, her eyes clear and distinct, filled completely with his image, yet still she dared not believe, feeling as if she were dreaming.

But in the next second.

That large hand then covered one side of her face.

Su Xiaoxiao’s delicate body shuddered.

This was not a dream.

Because… it was so warm…

Zhao Rong gazed carefully at the pretty face that was now completely in his grasp, close at hand.

His thumb gently caressed her reddened fox-like eyes, the seductively narrow corners of her eyes malleable under his touch, becoming whatever curve he desired.

He had always liked the upturned corners of her eyes, finding them incredibly enticing, and now they were finally at his whim, fulfilling his desire.

Su Xiaoxiao looked blankly at Zhao Rong’s face, bathed in the orange glow of the fire, the man she had been secretly watching, harboring in her dreams.

Did he mean… he was willing to tease Xiaoxiao?

To tease her… for a lifetime?

She looked pitifully at Zhao Rong’s expression, noticing the smile on his lips, his actions imperious.

Suddenly, Su Xiaoxiao felt an uncontrollable surge of something called happiness welling up from her chest.

Indescribable, like honey, like fine wine, sweet and intoxicating, befuddling her little head, and she accepted it with relish.

The pallor of Su Xiaoxiao’s face began to regain its color.

Her flushed cheeks bloomed like lotus flowers, her pure skin smooth as rouge.

Zhao Rong’s fingertips carefully slid over her petal-like lips, only to find the rouge on her lips was actually bright red blood.

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, rubbing the wound at the corner of her mouth with distress.

Looking at Su Xiaoxiao’s docile and compliant expression and her tender red lips, something stirred within him.

The beauty before him was like turbulent waters, their softness only perceived upon touch.

For a moment, Zhao Rong forgot everything else. He only felt the careful yet fervent adoration from the woman before him.

Like a strong liquor, just the scent was enough to intoxicate Zhao Rong.

At this moment, she was all that existed in his eyes.

Suddenly.

Zhao Rong felt somewhat guilty.

Silly girl, do I truly deserve such affection from you?

He was a little afraid.

It was at this time.

A bright streak ran down along his right wrist.

The damp sensation drew Zhao Rong’s attention.

The next second.

“Pop!”

Su Xiaoxiao suddenly realized that the hand she had been holding with both of hers was forcefully withdrawn, producing a soft sound.

Su Xiaoxiao was startled, her eyes instantly filled with fear as she trembled and looked up at Zhao Rong, her mouth opening and closing.

Having had it and lost it again was worse than death; she didn’t want to let go ever again.

But before her fear could turn into despair.

Her left hand was “domineeringly” seized by Zhao Rong, and then he tenderly and carefully opened her five blood-soaked delicate fingers.

Zhao Rong frowned tightly, looking at the silk handkerchief in Su Xiaoxiao’s palm, stained red with blood, the same one she had used to wipe his sweat earlier that day.

Upon closer inspection, her fingernails had dug into the flesh of her palm, the wounds not treated and thus bleeding continuously.

In the dark, he hadn’t been able to see clearly, and this silly girl, even with her hands bleeding, didn’t say a word but just quietly attended to him.

As a result, it was all bloody now; ah, why was there so much blood?

Zhao Rong hurriedly took out a strip of cloth to bandage her.

Su Xiaoxiao looked on blankly as Zhao Rong carefully dressed her wound, her eyes unblinkingly fixed on his serious, focused expression.

“You’re so silly, hurting yourself like this; if the wound isn’t treated quickly, it’s definitely going to scar…”

Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head and stared at the chattering Zhao Rong.

Her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, yet she made no sound and didn’t respond to him.

Su Xiaoxiao watched foolishly, occasionally biting her lip where she could taste the flavor of the man she cherished.

Zhao Rong happened to look up and saw her expression, immediately becoming so frustrated that he hardly knew what to do with himself.

“Still laughing? You’re really too silly.”

Su Xiaoxiao’s smile bloomed like a flower:

“It’s fine for Xiaoxiao to be a bit silly, as long as… she has Zhao Lang.”

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PS: Why do I feel every time I write about romance, I can’t control it? There’s more to come, but I’ll have to update tomorrow; this chapter was a bit draining to write.

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