Little Widower (Female A, Male O) [ChatGPT Translation]

Chapter 17 - Jinjiang first release

Originally, I thought the other party would leave at this point, but unexpectedly, Chen Bao'er was struggling weakly just a moment ago. As Xiao Yan released her own power, she could have regained control in an instant, but her body went limp and became motionless instead.

Xiao Yan herself was not feeling well, barely able to maintain her consciousness. She felt Chen Bao'er clinging to her, his body out of control, his thin shoulders trembling slightly, his expression unbearable and helpless.

Xiao Yan pondered for a moment and felt that something was amiss. They had traveled together all the way, sharing meals and drinks, without any differences. In theory, Chen Bao'er shouldn't have encountered anything unclean.

His voice, tormented by the surging emotions within his body, carried an unconscious charm, as if it were an irresistible invitation.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan's heart felt heavy, suffocating, and explosive. In an instant, she felt the blood vessels on both sides of her head throbbing, her once proud self-control hanging by a thread.

"How can I help you?" Xiao Yan buried her head and pressed her face against Chen Bao'er's hair. Smelling the intoxicating fragrance of Kunze's emotions on his body, she closed her eyes in ecstasy.

Perhaps it was the sound entering his ears, or perhaps it was Xiao Yan's proximity, but the Qianyuan fragrance on Chen Bao'er's body was slightly soothing, and his gaze regained a hint of clarity.

"I don't know."

Xiao Yan opened her eyes, her gaze as deep and unfathomable as indelible ink. Her mind moved, and after a moment of silence, she spoke word by word:

"Are you willing to mark with me and stay with me forever?"

Chen Bao'er tightly closed his eyes, his expression showing struggle.

"Don't mark me. . ." Although Chen Bao'er had not been taught since childhood, he knew that once marked, Kunze would be like being shackled. His heart was restless, and he didn't want to lose his last bit of freedom.

Chen Bao'er's response instantly sobered Xiao Yan, and at the same time, an indescribable sense of loss surged in her heart.

He was unwilling.

This thought kept swirling in Xiao Yan's mind, even the usually confident Xiao Louzhu was starting to doubt life.

Memories from the past surged up, and various signs that she had never paid attention to before surfaced. Now, upon reflection, she understood the true meaning - although Chen Bao'er was always respectful towards her and almost obedient, he always maintained a certain distance. Whenever she unintentionally made a gesture of intimacy, his expression would subtly change. Xiao Yan initially thought it was Kunze's reserved shyness, but now she realized it was more like hesitation and difficulty.

He didn't like her, all the thoughtfulness and compliance were just following his duty.

After Xiao Louzhu understood this, he felt uncomfortable.

Her servant was not like other Kunze who would get jealous and compete for favor, he genuinely didn't want to get close to her, and even avoided any contact.

Xiao Yan couldn't help but wonder, her thoughts wandering. Since he had already entered his door, why did he still hold such thoughts in his heart? Could it be that he still had lingering feelings for his ex-wife?

Xiao Yan frowned, contemplating when Chen Bao'er mentioned his in-laws almost drowning him, although she pretended not to care on her face, there was a hint of grievance and resentment in her eyes, but it never mentioned his ex-wife.

He didn't blame her, so he couldn't bear to mention it.

If Chen Bao'er truly couldn't forget his ex-wife, how could she compete with a dead person?

It was truly a headache.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yan dismissed the idea of using a mark to soothe his emotions. Instead, she reached into her collar and pulled out a red string.

At the end of the red string hung a pure and flawless bead, the size of a fingernail. This bead appeared tiny, but it emitted a bright light in the darkness. When Xiao Yan held it up, it looked like a bright moon hanging on her fingertip, exuding a spiritual aura that was extraordinary.

Since he didn't want to be marked, she had to find another way. Thinking that his current condition might be influenced by the properties of certain medicines in the Huagong Powder, Xiao Yan felt that she should first help him neutralize the effects of the medicine before making other plans.

The bead she held on her fingertip was called "Xisu," a relic left by her adoptive father, the former Louzhu. Xiao Yan's adoptive father had a moderate constitution and was obsessed with martial arts, but due to his limited natural talent, he could never reach the pinnacle. It wasn't until later, by chance, that he obtained the Xisu Bead. This object was a natural essence that could be used to cultivate and refine internal energy. Over time, it could even cleanse the meridians and veins. Furthermore, by using the Xisu Bead to guide true energy, it could dissolve and refine various poisons. However, the effectiveness varied depending on the strength of the poison itself.

This object condensed the essence of heaven and earth, and it could be called a divine object.

Xiao Yan took out the Xisu Bead, intending to combine her internal energy with it to remove the residual effects of the medicine from Chen Bao'er's body.

Fortunately, Chen Bao'er had only accidentally come into contact with some scattered powder and the effects were not deep. Xiao Yan's profound internal energy quickly neutralized the influence of the Meishenghua and Wuyucao.

As expected, after the medicine's effects were neutralized, Chen Bao'er's flushed face improved significantly. He had a layer of sweat on his body, and a few strands of his disheveled hair stuck to his face, softening the slightly rigid contours of his youth, making his face appear gentler. Xiao Yan silently stared at him, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

She reached out and gently stroked the other person's temple, silently sighing in her heart.

It seems that you had a difficult past. Even though you saved me, your family still mistrusted you and almost took your life. Thinking about the danger Chen Bao'er faced in the past, Xiao Yan felt a wave of regret, and her gaze couldn't help but darken.

Xiao Yan reached out and pinched Chen Bao'er's thin shoulder. The frailness of his bones made her heart ache. At this moment, she truly realized that his weakness was likely not innate, but because he had never experienced good days.

When she was rescued by Chen Bao'er by the riverside, she became aware of him when she felt his body temperature. She could hear his rapid breathing, feel his trembling body from exertion, and the meager and crude food he shared with her.

The young and pale face of the past merged with the Chen Bao'er in her arms through the flow of time. He was still so frail, yet kind-hearted and compassionate.

Xiao Yan knew that Chen Bao'er's abilities were nothing to boast about, but he had the courage to protect her from Xue Cai's ambush. Even though it was futile, she had to acknowledge this sense of loyalty.

Xiao Yan used a scented incense to comfort the exhausted Chen Bao'er, watching him fall into a deep sleep. She lightly brushed her finger against his nose and softly said, filled with indulgence, "You, you've saved me twice. How should I repay this debt of life?"

(Note: The translation may not be literal in order to convey the meaning accurately. )

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