Because Ah Zhao is too weak to get out of bed herself, Lv Zhu helps her wash her mouth and face then brings her a bowl of porridge.
“You’ve been unconscious for a whole day and night. Better not eat anything rich. I’ve got away the oil in this chicken porridge. Please have some before lunch.” Lv Zhu is about to give her some porridge when a familiar footstep rises outside the room.
Huo Jun walks in.
He stares at Ah Zhao and waves Lv Zhu off.
Lv Zhu puts down the porridge and leaves quietly.
Now there are only Huo Jun and Ah Zhao in the room.
He sits down without a word and picks up the porridge.
Ah Zhao opens her mouth: “I...”
A spoon of porridge reaches her mouth.
“Have something first.” Huo Jun says lightly.
Thus, Ah Zhao shuts her mouth. However, she opens it again: “I can eat by myself.”
She reaches out her hand, wants to take the porridge herself. Huo Jun avoids her hands as he looks at her calmly: “Aren't your hands hurt?”
Ah Zhao: “...” They do.
She shrinks a bit, opens her mouth quietly and lets Huo Jun help her with the porridge.
With his help, Ah Zhao has most of the porridge quickly.
When she finishes the porridge, with food in her stomach, she looks better.
Huo Jun puts down the bowl, passes her a handkerchief to clean her mouth before he finally sits straight on a chair.
“Well, now, My Lady, can you explain to me how you managed to find that place?” Huo Jun stares at her.
Ah Zhao: “...” Where do I start?
It doesn’t seem right no matter how I put it!
Pondering, she says: “It’s only fair that you answer my question if you want me to answer yours. Can you tell me what happened to you that night?”
Huo Jun: “...”
He is so angry but he almost feels amused by what she said. How dare she put forward a requirement?
“Avoiding all the secret guards in the manor, finding the mechanism not known by my most trusted subordinate, opening strengthened iron bars. My Lady, do you know that all of the above is enough to make you a spy sent by my enemy?” He looks at her coldly.
In his outburst of anger, many soldiers are afraid to death, let alone a young girl like Qi Zhao.
But Ah Zhao isn't Qi Zhao, after all. She used to be a queen who enjoyed the worship of all.
Besides, she isn't afraid of Huo Jun at all.
Her eyes curve in a smile. “So, you carried me back, took care of my wound and stayed by my side for a whole day and night?”
Huo Jun stares at her angrily while Ah Zhao looks back smilingly.
After a good while, he clenches his teeth. “Aren’t you afraid that I’ll kill you with a shot?”
Ah Zhao reaches for his hands and takes them. “You’ve said that I’m your wife and you are going to protect me for the rest of my life.”
She stares at him with such innocent eyes and concentration, her admiration and love for him laid bare.
Huo Jun turns away and gets rid of her hands roughly.
Ah Zhao cries in pain. Huo Jun’s body shakes but he doesn't turn back.
Ah Zhao calls in remorse: “General.”
Huo Jun doesn't answer her.
A hand reaches out and takes his again. Slender fingers lace between his.
“Huo Jun.” Her tone soft and she calls his name for the first time.
Huo Jun suddenly turns around, pulls her into his arms, he kisses her hard.
A mad kiss.
It seems he is venting out something through this kiss, as if he wants to tear her apart and eat her alive. He is a lion in rage, wants to keep her in his territory.
Because Ah Zhao is too weak to get out of bed herself, Lv Zhu helps her wash her mouth and face then brings her a bowl of porridge.
“You’ve been unconscious for a whole day and night. Better not eat anything rich. I’ve got away the oil in this chicken porridge. Please have some before lunch.” Lv Zhu is about to give her some porridge when a familiar footstep rises outside the room.
Huo Jun walks in.
He stares at Ah Zhao and waves Lv Zhu off.
Lv Zhu puts down the porridge and leaves quietly.
Now there are only Huo Jun and Ah Zhao in the room.
He sits down without a word and picks up the porridge.
Ah Zhao opens her mouth: “I...”
A spoon of porridge reaches her mouth.
“Have something first.” Huo Jun says lightly.
Thus, Ah Zhao shuts her mouth. However, she opens it again: “I can eat by myself.”
She reaches out her hand, wants to take the porridge herself. Huo Jun avoids her hands as he looks at her calmly: “Aren't your hands hurt?”
Ah Zhao: “...” They do.
She shrinks a bit, opens her mouth quietly and lets Huo Jun help her with the porridge.
With his help, Ah Zhao has most of the porridge quickly.
When she finishes the porridge, with food in her stomach, she looks better.
Huo Jun puts down the bowl, passes her a handkerchief to clean her mouth before he finally sits straight on a chair.
“Well, now, My Lady, can you explain to me how you managed to find that place?” Huo Jun stares at her.
Ah Zhao: “...” Where do I start?
It doesn’t seem right no matter how I put it!
Pondering, she says: “It’s only fair that you answer my question if you want me to answer yours. Can you tell me what happened to you that night?”
Huo Jun: “...”
He is so angry but he almost feels amused by what she said. How dare she put forward a requirement?
“Avoiding all the secret guards in the manor, finding the mechanism not known by my most trusted subordinate, opening strengthened iron bars. My Lady, do you know that all of the above is enough to make you a spy sent by my enemy?” He looks at her coldly.
In his outburst of anger, many soldiers are afraid to death, let alone a young girl like Qi Zhao.
But Ah Zhao isn't Qi Zhao, after all. She used to be a queen who enjoyed the worship of all.
Besides, she isn't afraid of Huo Jun at all.
Her eyes curve in a smile. “So, you carried me back, took care of my wound and stayed by my side for a whole day and night?”
Huo Jun stares at her angrily while Ah Zhao looks back smilingly.
After a good while, he clenches his teeth. “Aren’t you afraid that I’ll kill you with a shot?”
Ah Zhao reaches for his hands and takes them. “You’ve said that I’m your wife and you are going to protect me for the rest of my life.”
She stares at him with such innocent eyes and concentration, her admiration and love for him laid bare.
Huo Jun turns away and gets rid of her hands roughly.
Ah Zhao cries in pain. Huo Jun’s body shakes but he doesn't turn back.
Ah Zhao calls in remorse: “General.”
Huo Jun doesn't answer her.
A hand reaches out and takes his again. Slender fingers lace between his.
“Huo Jun.” Her tone soft and she calls his name for the first time.
Huo Jun suddenly turns around, pulls her into his arms, he kisses her hard.
A mad kiss.
It seems he is venting out something through this kiss, as if he wants to tear her apart and eat her alive. He is a lion in rage, wants to keep her in his territory.
