Chapter 92: Chapter 89: How Could You Bear to Die
It seemed that the night they skirted death had, at last, passed.
Outside, the sunshine remained scorching as ever. On the grasslands, herds of wild yaks and Tibetan donkeys moved slowly, the scene still resembling Heaven.
Inside the tent, the two of them were looking at each other.
Wen Xian was always articulate and persuasive, which he had witnessed many times. But at that moment, she said nothing, just tilting her head to look at him.
They stared at each other for several seconds before Lu Xiao suddenly averted his gaze, allowing it to fall on the carpet inside the tent, settling eventually on a simple rack holding an IV bag, seeming somewhat at a loss.
“How are you feeling now?”
he asked, clearing his throat softly.
His voice was low, but it seemed gentler than usual.
Wen Xian’s lips moved slightly, her voice still slightly hoarse, “Much better.”
Her eyes still fixed on him, they hadn’t moved since he entered.
Wen Xian felt unsure if it was her own mistaken perception: he was still him, but she felt as though something about him had changed.
Lu Xiao, hearing her hoarse voice, poured her a cup of tea and came closer, half-kneeling with one knee to tilt up her neck gently to help her drink.
Leaning on his strong arm, Wen Xian felt an extraordinary sense of security.
She was drinking the water when suddenly her breathing hitched, and she choked slightly, spilling some tea. Responding swiftly, Lu Xiao took the cup and carefully wiped her, saying, “Don’t rush, drink slowly.”
A sensitive tremor in her heart: was this really… Lu Xiao?
She felt that previously, he would definitely have frowned and chided her impatiently for being clumsy, but now, he was actually speaking so gently?
He did not blame her at all.
He dried her damp collar, chin, and finally, as he wiped the corners of her mouth, he did it thoroughly and meticulously.
Wen Xian was still looking at him, and he could see his own reflection in the depths of her eyes.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” he asked.
The corners of Wen Xian’s slightly pale lips briefly curved up as she slowly replied, “Isn’t it… because you’re handsome?”
Upon hearing this, Lu Xiao: “…”
The hand wiping her mouth faltered, and then his face slowly relaxed, his lips softly pursed.
Under the golden light filtering through the gray-white tent, it seemed a suspicious hint of pink colored his ears.
When he spoke again, he cleared his throat and said in a low tone, “At a time , you still can’t be serious. Do you realize you nearly lost your life in the mountains yesterday?”
Wen Xian looked at him, the curve of her lips deepening slightly, her voice gentle due to her frail state but her words tremblingly intense.
She slowly said, “…how could I… Captain Lu, I haven’t slept with you yet, how could I bear to die?”
“Haven’t slept with you, how could I bear to die.”
Upon these words, Lu Xiao stiffened: “…”
Just then, the Tibetan Granny came in, carrying a steaming bowl of sheep’s milk and a plate of food. She entered just in time to see Wen Xian smiling at Lu Xiao, a beautiful smile.
The woman smiled as well, “It looks like the young lady is recovering nicely. What are you talking about that has her smiling so happily?”
Wen Xian glanced over, her lips moving subtly: “Granny, I was just saying that I haven’t yet—”
Her words were suddenly cut off by a large hand covering her mouth, stopping her unfinished sentence.
Lu Xiao cleared his throat and quickly interjected, “It’s nothing. She said she’s hungry, wants to eat—”
Before he could finish his sentence, however, Lu Xiao suddenly felt something explode in his mind, his entire spine going numb.
At the finger Wen Xian had taken into her mouth.
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