Chapter 105: Believe Me (3)
Beside him, Qiao Moyu’s eyes narrowed as she exclaimed: “Snake!”
Ye Peicheng had already stood up. Underneath the moonlight, his right index finger revealed two small wounds that dripped two or three drops of blood. However, the color was somewhat dark.
Beside him, Qiao Moyu frowned upon seeing this and said: “Looks like the snake was poisonous!”
The program team immediately panicked when they heard this.
However, before anyone could react, Qiao Moyu had already grabbed Ye Peicheng’s wrist with one hand tightly while her other hand moved down his wrist along his meridians, pushing the blood all the way to his index finger.
Suddenly, blood continuously dropped through the wound until the dark colored blood gradually turned light in color.
However, because the wound was very small, after a few drops, it became harder and harder to force more blood out. Realizing this issue, Qiao Moyu raised Ye Peicheng’s hand and brought it to her mouth.
Ye Peicheng immediately understood what she was trying to do, so he quickly withdrew his hand. “You’ll get poisoned!” In only a few seconds, Ye Peicheng could already feel numbness on his palms. With such a vivid sensation, it was obvious that the snake’s poison wasn’t low.
But when he withdrew his hand, she held it tightly. Her soft and delicate touch seemed to contain a firm and unswerving power.
Qiao Moyu looked up and her eyes curved up into crescents: “Trust me, I won’t.”
For some unknown reason, he believed her. While he was still stunned, she had already placed her lips on his hands and sucked out the poisonous blood from his arm.
Those around them were in a state of chaos, but the two of them in the middle were exceptionally quiet.
Ye Peicheng looked at the girl who lowered her head to his shoulder, her forehead seemingly glowing under the moonlight. She was serious and careful, as if he was the only person in her world.
As Qiao Moyu spat out the blood, Ye Peicheng could feel the numbness on his palm dissipate bit by bit. His dull touch became more and more distinct, and at this moment, he could clearly feel Qiao Moyu’s soft lips. Every time those petals touched his wrist, it seemed to release an electrifying sensation that caused him to shudder.
The trembling sensation spread from his fingertips up to his heart, passing through his spine before spreading down to his limbs and bones.
As Ye Peicheng looked at her bowed head, his breathing relaxed, and somewhere in his heart, a solid wall had collapsed.
Finally, Qiao Moyu spat out the last bit of poisonous blood, looked up, and smiled at Ye Peicheng: “It’s done!”
She spoke vaguely, perhaps because the toxins had eroded her senses at the tip of her tongue. Her soft voice now sounded a bit childlike.
Ye Peicheng felt his heart skip a beat and his Adam’s Apple rolled: “Thank you.”
She smiled again, her eyes bent up like the bright crescent moon in the sky: “You’re welcome!”
At this time, the people around him came one after the other, nervously asking Ye Peicheng if he isn’t feeling well. He looked back and shook his head in reply: “I’m alright.”
His wounds no longer bled and had no hint of swelling, although for some reason, Qiao Moyu’s touch seemed to linger in his bones.
Upon seeing that Ye Peicheng really was okay, a number of people surrounded Qiao Moyu and applauded her.
Qiao Moyu’s tongue gradually recovered and her speech became more coherent. She explained with a smile, “I’ve been to the mountains in the past so I’ve experienced similar situations. That’s why I know how to handle it.”
When hearing this, Qiao Ruohuan couldn’t help but cast a few more glances at Qiao Moyu. She couldn’t help but ponder, ‘Qiao Moyu went to the mountains in the past?’ Why was this different from her information?
As she pondered this, Qiao Ruohuan’s gaze shifted. She soon discovered that Xing Yichen’s eyes had been fixated on Qiao Moyu’s body, not even looking away for a moment. What were the emotions in his eyes?
Surprise? Disappointment? Confusion? Reminiscing? And there was something else.
Yet he didn’t have that undisguised disgust he always had.