Half an hour had passed in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, Luo Yujiao, apart from feeling slightly weak from her recent ordeal, was physically back to normal. Her eyes, red-rimmed, looked at Yang Feilong. When she had attempted suicide earlier, she had resigned herself to death, but her heart was filled with lingering unwillingness and regrets. She wouldn't see her daughter get married and have children, among other things.
More than that, she had desperately wanted to see Yang Feilong before she died. He had healed her illness, restoring her to normalcy as a woman. He had rekindled the light in her life. In recent days, she had often dreamt of him. If she could see him before she died, perhaps many of her regrets would be lessened.
Perhaps her earnest wish had moved the heavens, for Yang Feilong had indeed appeared. The moment she saw him, she almost cried tears of joy. Alas, her throat had been cut, leaving her unable to speak.
She had never expected that after believing she was going to die, she would actually be saved.
Feilong, was he an immortal? How did he know she was in danger and appear in time? And even when she believed she was surely going to die, he could still save her? What kind of heaven-defying ability was this?
"Feilong, you saved my life again," Luo Yujiao bit her lip, her expression complex as she looked at Yang Feilong softly. "How can I ever repay you?"
"I don't need repayment. I divined for you, and you will be happy your whole life, with a man you deeply love and who deeply loves you..." Yang Feilong, his face pale, chuckled and shook his head. As he finished speaking, his vision suddenly went black, and he lost consciousness, collapsing.
"Feilong, Feilong..." Seeing this, Luo Yujiao tightly embraced Yang Feilong, anxiously calling his name.
"Hot, I'm so hot..." Yang Feilong moaned unconsciously.
"Ah..." Luo Yujiao didn't know what to do. She wasn't a doctor. After thinking for a moment, since Yang Feilong felt hot, she decided to help him remove his clothes.
The next moment, she realized they were still on the floor. Yang Feilong had been in too much of a hurry to save her to move them. Worried that the cold from the floor would chill Yang Feilong's body, she picked him up.
She had intended to use all her strength, as Yang Feilong was quite large. However, as she picked him up, she stumbled and almost fell.
"Why is my strength so much greater than before?" Luo Yujiao was startled. Soon, she looked at Yang Feilong with a complex expression.
She knew this must be a benefit Yang Feilong had given her when he saved her. Just like after he cured her illness a few days ago, her strength had increased significantly. It had taken her several days to fully adapt, which was also why she had accidentally cut her carotid artery when she tried to kill herself. She had been nervous and used a bit too much force.
But this time, she felt that her strength had increased even more than when her illness was cured.
Little did she know that fearing for her life, Yang Feilong had directly used his essence blood combined with a heaven-defying needle technique to save her. As a cultivator, his essence blood contained incredibly extraordinary energy.
Everything happened in a flash, and this thought quickly passed through her mind. She suppressed her many thoughts and quickly carried Yang Feilong to the bed. Hearing Yang Feilong continually say he was hot, Luo Yujiao bit her red lips and helped him undress, leaving only his boxer briefs.
Luo Yujiao touched Yang Feilong's forehead and her expression changed drastically. His head was burning hot. Without a thermometer, she was certain his body temperature was no less than forty degrees Celsius, and what was most worrying was that it seemed to be still rising.
Luo Yujiao covered his stomach with a bedsheet, worried about him getting cold. Then, she poured some hot water from a thermos and used a towel to wet-wipe his body.
Armpits, back, soles of his feet, palms, neck...
Again and again, she wiped him continuously.
Luo Yujiao's face flushed with shyness. Although she had been married for nearly ten years, this was the first time she had ever taken care of a man, and she felt no revulsion.
It was because Yang Feilong was like this because he had saved her.
Now that he was ill, she had to save him, no matter what!
Seeing that Yang Feilong no longer complained of being hot, Luo Yujiao breathed a sigh of relief and gently touched his forehead. Indeed, it was no longer hot.
Luo Yujiao hadn't even caught her breath when...
"Cold, I'm so cold..." Yang Feilong's voice sounded again. He curled up, his eyes closed, shivering uncontrollably.
This made Luo Yujiao's face change drastically.
"The fever broke, why is he suddenly cold?" Luo Yujiao was bewildered. Then she thought of something: "That's not right. When one has a fever, they should feel cold, and if they feel cold, their temperature should be rising..."
In her panic earlier, she hadn't thought much of it. Now that Yang Feilong said he was cold, she felt a sense of unease.
The precursor to a fever was feeling cold; there shouldn't be a hot sensation unless one was heavily bundled, but he was only covered by a thin bedsheet!
The next moment, Luo Yujiao lightly touched Yang Feilong's forehead and found that it was ice-cold.
"This is wrong, this situation is not right!" Luo Yujiao was completely panicked.
If he said he was cold, his body temperature should be rising!
Although she immediately sensed something was wrong, she was at a loss for what to do. She covered Yang Feilong with a quilt.
But Yang Feilong still said he was cold. Luo Yujiao touched him, expecting his body temperature to have risen. However, Yang Feilong's temperature had not only not risen, it was continuously dropping!
In fact, if Yang Feilong's master were present, he would know what was happening. Yang Feilong was having an episode. This was an illness that caused him to have minor flare-ups at least once a month. This time, it wasn't a minor flare-up, but a major one, and the seventh major flare-up had arrived early!
Luo Yujiao thought Yang Feilong had caught a cold and developed a fever due to exhaustion. But that was not the case. This illness was hundreds of times more serious than a common cold or fever.
"What should I do? What can I do?" Luo Yujiao looked completely at a loss. "His body temperature is still dropping!"
In a hypothermic state, a person's basal metabolic rate significantly slows down. Prolonged low body temperature can lead to death.
Luo Yujiao knew this common sense. Seeing that the quilt couldn't raise Yang Feilong's body temperature, a struggle flickered in her eyes. But the struggle quickly disappeared. She looked at Yang Feilong with a complex expression, then removed her outer clothing, wearing only her undergarments, and got into the bed.
"Cold, cold..."
Then, Luo Yujiao, trembling, embraced the unconscious Yang Feilong who was murmuring about being cold. The moment she held him, her body shivered as if she were holding an ice block. He, in turn, instinctively hugged her, as if wanting to meld into her.
Luo Yujiao felt intensely shy, her heart racing. However, her surprise soon surpassed her shyness. As she held Yang Feilong, she could clearly feel his body temperature slowly increasing.
Luo Yujiao's face broke into a smile: "It seems to be working. This means my method is effective."
"Thirsty..." Suddenly, Yang Feilong made another unconscious sound.
"Thirsty..." Luo Yujiao panicked. "What should I do?"
Because Yang Feilong was holding her tightly, she couldn't easily get out of bed to get him water. Of course, she didn't dare to use too much force.
Then, Yang Feilong began to open his mouth, searching for a source of moisture. His lips brushed against Luo Yujiao's cheek. Although she was holding him to keep him warm, she still felt goosebumps all over her body, feeling weak.
Suddenly, Luo Yujiao trembled. Yang Feilong's lips pressed against hers and began to suck vigorously.
Luo Yujiao: "..."
At this moment, her mind almost exploded.
Her first kiss was gone.
Yes, although she had been married for so many years and her daughter was eighteen, her body was pure, and her first kiss was still intact.
At this moment, she felt as if she were floating on clouds.
Then, she felt Yang Feilong's tongue enter her mouth, seemingly drawing out her saliva. Yes, he was thirsty, and he was searching for a source of moisture, but her source was a little scarce!
"Never mind, never mind. This is what I owe you." Luo Yujiao's cheeks flushed scarlet. After the initial panic, she quickly convinced herself. As long as she could save Yang Feilong, she wouldn't hesitate even if he asked for her life, let alone just losing some saliva...