It was indeed not the first time she had seen him.
Even... that time before, she saw more than this...
Countless ambiguous images emerged from the depths of her mind, and Ye Xiyue's whole body was almost on fire.
In fact, she was poisoned that day, her mind was groggy the whole time, and she couldn't remember much after that.
But I don’t know why, when I saw the naked upper body of Emperor Shitian, those scenes that seemed to be covered with a layer of veil suddenly became clear.
She gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and tried her best to suppress all those messy thoughts, constantly reminding herself that those were things in the past and no need to think about them anymore.
The top priority is to take care of his injuries first.
Thinking of this, she gradually calmed down, took the handkerchief next to her, wetted it with warm water, and covered the wound on his left chest.
The wound was not long, but it bled a lot, and because it was at the heart, it was even more frightening to look at.
If it were deeper, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Ye Xiyue stood in front of him, looking down at the wound, her lips pursed tightly, and her whole body tensed.
However, the movements of his hands became lighter.
With great care and caution, she wiped away the blood around his wound with a handkerchief.
The pure white handkerchief soon became stained red.
Emperor Shitian just sat quietly like that, letting her deal with his injuries.
Seeing her slightly trembling crow-feather eyelashes, his eyes moved slightly and the corners of his lips raised slightly with an imperceptible arc.
However, Ye Xiyue seemed to be aware of it and suddenly looked over.
Seeing the smile at the corners of his eyes and brows, she couldn't help but frown:
"why are you laughing?"
Even though he was so injured, he could still laugh?
"Doesn't it hurt!?"
Emperor Shitian smiled and shook his head:
"It doesn't hurt."
He really didn't take this little injury seriously.
But, he liked the way she looked anxious and distressed for him.
Seeing him like this, Ye Xiyue couldn't help but glare at him. She deliberately increased the strength of her hand and rubbed it hard on the edge of the wound.
Emperor Shitian's eyebrows frowned slightly, but they soon relaxed, and there was a hint of helpless doting between his eyebrows.
"...Xi'er."
"Do you know it hurts now!?"
"...knew."
He sighed softly,
"It hurts, Xi'er."
His voice has always been low and cold, but every time he lowers his voice like this and speaks slowly, it always sounds extra gentle, even with a bit of unique indulgence.
Ye Xiyue couldn't help but feel distressed when she heard this soft and faint sound.
"If you know it hurts, just be honest."
She still refused to let him go easily, but immediately relaxed her movements.
Realizing this, the smile in Emperor Shitian's eyes deepened.
In fact, she felt sorry for him after all, and she didn't use much force just now.
To him, this pain was nothing.
Over the years, he has suffered countless injuries. Many times, he doesn't even remember how to write the word "pain".
He doesn't need or want to remember those useless things.
However, now, he suddenly discovered that the subtle and tingling feeling seemed to spread from the wound bit by bit until it reached the deepest part of his heart.
With her around, his sense of pain seemed to be awakened.
But - he didn't feel there was any problem at all, and even felt a little happy in his heart.
