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XI looked gratefully at her, but her expression was indifferent. She had already taken off her shoes, so she climbed onto the bed.

When he thought of what Huang Daniu had said, he glanced through the curtain at Yan Han's tent.

She took out her medicine bag and poured it into the tea. Then she picked up the teapot and slowly shook it.

This is for the sake of the young lady, Eleven thinks.

She carried the kettle and walked slowly to her lover, who was already lying down. When she saw Eleven approaching, she held herself up. "What's wrong?"

"Miss, let's drink some water first before going to bed." Eleven leans forward and pours a glass for her.

Her lover did not refuse and only took a sip before lowering his body and lying down obediently.

"Sleep well." He helped her with the crook of her arm and went out.

She walked all the way to the outside of the tent. The guards outside didn't expel her when they saw her. They only extended their hands to stop her, politely asking what was the matter.

Because of her special position, Eleventh had a high position here.

"My Miss has an important meeting with His Majesty." Eleven urges.

The guard reported the words to Yan Han.

Not long later, Yan Han walked out. When he saw Eleven, he asked a little worriedly, "What's the matter?"

This was because the person in first place did not take the initiative to look for him. Yan Han, who was overwhelmed by the favor, couldn't help but be a little worried.

"Your Majesty, you'll know when you see the young lady." Eleven bows.

Yan Han did not say anything else as he strode towards the tent where his servant was.

Eleven stood behind her and watched Yan Han's figure disappear into the tent. She let out a light breath.

Yan Han walked in.

Inside the tent, the warmth of the stove was thickening. Her lover was tightly wrapped in a quilt, which was pulled up high to cover half her face, revealing only a few strands of black hair that hung outside the quilt.

When Yan Han walked over, his lover was fast asleep.

He thought with amusement: You can't have fallen asleep after a while, can you?

He didn't argue with her, but simply pulled the quilt down: the woman's breathing was a little heavy from the covering of her face.

Unexpectedly, Yan Han froze as soon as he pulled down the blanket. His wife's face was extremely red, so red that it seemed as if blood was about to seep out.

Her breathing wasn't heavy because she was covering her face, but was rather short, as if she couldn't breathe.

Yan Han immediately stretched out his hand to check her forehead: "Indeed, your forehead is burning hot like fire."

"My beloved!" He did not dare to lower his guard anymore, and hurriedly pushed at the other party.

The lover said 'En' in a daze. Then, he opened his eyes in a daze.

Seeing that it was him, her lover muttered, "It's so hot, it feels so uncomfortable …" Then her hand came out of the quilt, grabbed her collar, and pulled hard.

"Don't move." Yan Han immediately grabbed her restless hand and said anxiously, "It must be a cold. I'll go call the doctor."

"No, it's really hot." Her lover was on the verge of tears as he desperately tried to break free from Yan Han's imprisonment, pulling at his clothes again.

When she was doing this, her mind did not seem to be clear, and her eyes were extremely hazy.

Her lips were dark red, and her chest, which had been ripped open, was white like congealed oil. Yan Han's heart jumped when he saw this, and he immediately turned his face away, grabbing her hand once again to comfort her, "It'll be fine to cover your perspiration, I'll call someone to go and fry the medicine now."

Her hands were restrained, but her legs were curled up like shrimps. Her body rubbed against Yan Han's body, snuggling close to him as she moaned as if she was crying.

Yan Han finally realized that something was wrong. His eyes wandered around the room for a while, and when he saw the food and water on the table, he frowned.

When Yan Han picked up the kettle, his expression immediately changed.

Returning to the bedside, Yan Han pulled away his beloved's quilt. Without saying anything further, he carried her and walked outside in large strides.

She twisted in his arms, her hands still tearing at her clothes.

Yan Han didn't pay attention to her and only quickened his pace. He walked outside the tent and asked a person, "Where is the river?"

The soldier glanced fearfully at his lover, then pointed to the road at the back of the hill.

"All of you, stay where you are. Don't follow me." When Yan Han saw that everyone was trying to get closer to him, he instructed them in a low voice.

The crowd immediately stopped on the spot and watched as Yan Han carried his disheveled lover towards the lake at the back of the mountain.

Eleven also saw this scene, and seeing Yan Han's anxious expression, she finally realized that there was something wrong with the pill.

This realization struck her like a bolt of lightning, leaving her in a daze.

On the other side, Yan Han walked as fast as he could, and soon arrived at the lakeside.

It was cold, and despite the morning sun, there was still a thin layer of ice on the lake.

Yan Han hesitated for a moment. His body was getting hotter and hotter, but in the end, he couldn't bear it any longer and threw her into the ice water.

She was even more agitated now, wriggling in his arms and sobbing softly.

Yan Han thought for a moment before putting her down. He then untied his clothes and carefully made a bed for her before placing her on it.

Her lover was curled up on top of her clothes, blinking at him helplessly.

Yan Han bent down and touched her face that was burning hot. He said softly, "You've been poisoned. You won't be in any danger. It'll be good later."

She could not speak, but looked at him with her big eyes that seemed to ooze water.

"Just wait." Yan Han touched her forehead and coaxed her, then he straightened up and took off his clothes one by one.

Her lover was lying beside him, looking at him with a slightly miserable expression.

When the last piece of clothing was left, Yan Hanfang stopped moving. He turned around to look at his lover, who was also looking back at him. His dazed eyes seemed to have gained some clarity.

Then, Yan Han turned around and walked steadily towards the center of the lake.

The thin ice on the surface of the lake creaked from the trampling. Even with the profound Yan Han technique, one could not help but admit that the lake water was very cold.

He walked all the way to his chest, paused in the water, and then turned back to the shore.

Her lover was shivering on the shore, watching him, but she felt cold.

The water that was mixed with a thin layer of ice fell off Yan Han's body. His bronze colored skin was a little icy because of the cold, and the ends of his hair were slightly wet as it stuck to Yan Han's cheeks and collarbones. He had a kind of inexplicable beauty, just like an athlete who had just returned from the competition.

Although her lover was still feeling terrible, he was actually a little stunned when he saw this scene.

Then, Yan Han picked up the clothes he had taken off and wiped them briefly. After there were no traces of water on his body, he walked over to his wife, bent down, and picked her up.

The skin that had just been soaked in ice felt cold, but because of his body temperature, it wasn't an unbearable cold.

The anxiety in her lover's body calmed down in an instant. She stretched out her hand and hugged Yan Han.

The scalding hand pressed down on his bare back. It was very comfortable.

They maintained this posture for a long time before their lover gradually calmed down. At the same time, Yan Han's body temperature also slowly rose.

When the temperature of the two was almost the same, Yan Han let go of his lover and turned around, intending to soak in the lake again.

However, just as he turned around, he felt his arm tighten. He turned around and saw that his lover was holding him tightly. His eyes were extremely bright.

"What's wrong? I'll be right back. " Yan Han comforted her softly, thinking that she was feeling uncomfortable.

Her lover did not speak, but only looked at him with extreme focus. Her bright eyes were like the brightest stars in the sky, spirited and sober.

"What's going on?" Yan Han was stunned. Not only did his wife not let him go, she pulled him even tighter. He repeated his question helplessly, and reached for her forehead with his other hand.

Her forehead was still very hot. It seemed like the medicine was still working.

In that case, it was an extremely powerful aphrodisiac.

Her lover still did not speak, only leaned over and hugged him again.

She was much shorter than he was, and when she held him, her face was buried in his chest.

"What's wrong? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Yan Han continued to ask with a slightly anxious tone.

If this method didn't work, he could only consider knocking his lover out.

The hand on his back began to be dishonest. She rubbed it up and down, her face buried in his chest, refusing to look up.

At first, Yan Han was perplexed, but later, he could not help but feel a little unnatural.

Her body temperature was very high. Perhaps it was because her body temperature was too high. Yan Han felt that he was about to boil up.

His breathing became heavy.

"My beloved." He said in a deep voice, "Let go of me first. I'll be right back."

When she finally raised her head, she looked at Yan Han for a long time before suddenly leaning over and biting his lips with her foot.

Yan Han felt as if he had been struck by lightning. After a moment of drowsiness, he tightened his arms and kissed back without a second thought.

Her skill was rugged, but her kiss was forceful.

Yan Han felt his mind go blank, like countless stars blooming in the night sky, beautiful to the point of eternity.

He had no idea how long it would take.

They embraced each other, and after an unknown period of time, her hands had already moved to Yan Han's chest. Then, they slowly slid down his narrow waist.

Smooth, tough skin, burning in the hand of the Yi man.

When her fingers finally touched his waist, Yan Han suddenly woke up. He abruptly took a step back, grabbed her hand, and panted as he asked, "Who am I?"

"You are Yan Han." The man looked at him calmly and answered very clearly.

Hearing this, Yan Han couldn't care about anything else anymore. He put his hand on his lover's waist, slowly put her down, and kissed her again. With all his might, he made her unable to think, unable to go back on her words.

Yan Han's kiss also moved from her lips to her neck and collarbone.

Each kiss was as light and warm as a flower petal falling to the ground.

Her response was a little cold. She just hugged him and allowed him to kiss her slowly.

Yan Han's hand had already stopped on her ribbon. Just as he was about to pull it open, he suddenly heard a coughing sound. He stopped and gloomily cursed, then quickly sat up, picked up a outer garment, and quickly wrapped it around his lover.