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 .