Chapter 17: The Betrayal of He Xiaohuo
Fang Wen prepared the tools and filled the bathroom with water that was slightly cool. Xing Haotian carefully lifted Wei Zi in his arms and entered the bathroom. Fang Wen stepped back, closed the bathroom door, and began preparing some medicinal concoctions outside.
Inside the bathroom, Xing Haotian gently placed Wei Zi into the water. His large fingers deftly undid her clothing, revealing her alabaster skin. Perhaps it was the effect of the Ice Fruit—her body was immaculate and flawless, as pure as the finest porcelain. A casual touch was enough to captivate and mesmerize, impossible to resist.
Xing Haotian felt his throat dry. He swallowed hard, feeling an uncontrollable stirring in the area that had just swollen. Slapping himself sharply, he forced calm and steadied his hands as he removed Wei Zi’s clothes and pants.
Her pristine legs were tender and delicate, nearly causing him to lose control. Having seen this once before, under the ample light, the sight was irresistibly alluring. He slipped his fingers deep, gently kneading the soft core, feeling as if his hand had sunk into a moist paradise, unable to extricate itself.
His iron will, honed over more than twenty years, crumbled utterly in that moment. The determination that had once helped him resist the fire poison seemed nonexistent now.
He took several deep breaths before finally taking out the tools Fang Wen had prepared and began washing Wei Zi.
Though the task was simple, Xing Haotian worked up a sweat over half an hour. By the end, he felt his whole body burning hotter than Wei Zi herself had in her fever.
“Knock, knock, knock!” Fang Wen tapped on the bathroom door. Had it not been for the absence of any strange noises, he might have suspected Xing Haotian of some indecent act—he was simply taking too long!
“General Xing, are you done?”
“Yes,” came the muffled reply. It was a terrible ordeal, but he secretly hoped for many more like it in the future—though preferably accompanied by other activities.
The bathroom door opened. Xing Haotian, wearing a bathrobe, carried Wei Zi, who was also in a robe. Her waist-length hair had been dried—a simple task for Xing Haotian as a fire-elemental cultivator.
Fang Wen checked Wei Zi’s condition again. Her body temperature had finally stabilized. He drew her blood and hooked her up to an IV, quickly beginning analysis.
Ten minutes later, Fang Wen spoke gravely: “Although there are no foreign substances causing her fever, her condition remains precarious. Traces of the Ice Fruit remain in her blood, poorly absorbed. Her body temperature could plummet suddenly, even endangering her life. Our medicines and equipment here are insufficient. I recommend transferring her back to the capital while she is still stable.”
Xing Haotian nodded and picked up the fixed communicator in the room to make a call.
“Commander!” On the other end appeared a lean, sunny-faced young man—Xing Haotian’s guard. He gave a crisp military salute.
Xing Haotian returned the salute solemnly. “Find a spacious war chI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.