Prince! The political conspiracy is not a play, the show is real

Chu Huanjun glanced at her and said calmly, "Probably not."

Tao Yao's eyes suddenly widened and she shouted, "What should we do? No, no, let's go find a clinic."

Tao Yao cried out as she sat up straight. Chu Huanjun's gaze swept over her, lingering on her naked upper body. Tao Yao suddenly felt a cool breeze on her back and instantly fell back, not forgetting to bury her head in the huge robe.

But the robe was filled with the delicate pinewood fragrance that only Chu Huanjun possessed, enveloping Tao Yao from head to toe. Hiding within the robe, Tao Yao felt her breathing quicken, her face burning, and she dared not utter a single word.

Chu Huanjun suddenly said, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this."

Tao Yao suddenly felt the fire on her face grow even hotter and hotter, and she really wanted to find a hole to crawl into right away—was this something he couldn't tell anyone about?! He knew exactly why she was embarrassed.

Then, Tao Yao stretched out a part of her arm from her robe, pointed at the clothes hanging on the long bench nearby, which were still dripping with water, and said in a stammering voice, "Can you help me get my clothes over here... Thank you."

Chu Huanjun's indifferent response came from outside the robe: "It's still wet, how can I wear it?"

Tao Yao said angrily, "You can wear it even if it's wet."

Chu Huanjun said, "The place has just been flooded, and now you have to wear wet clothes. If you catch a cold, you won't have the money to seek medical treatment, and you'll end up dying on the street..."

After his lecture, Tao Yao felt even more dissatisfied. She finally poked half of her head out from under her robe, glared at him fiercely, and said, "Why are you talking so harshly? Chu Huanjun, are you hoping for my death?"

Chu Huanjun suddenly leaned forward, put his arm around Tao Yao's thin shoulders, and affectionately pressed his forehead against hers. For a moment, the two of them stared into each other's eyes. Tao Yao's eyes were wet, and her thick black eyelashes were still stained with crystal water droplets. Her eyes were pitiful and cute, just like a little white rabbit, which made Chu Huanjun's heart itch.

In fact, he had been restraining himself. In this world, there were many things that Chu Huanjun could easily obtain, and Shi Taoyao was one of them.

Why not be bolder? Chu Huanjun thought so in his heart, and his hands actually did so. His fingers gently scraped across her nose, slid to her lips, and lingered for a moment.

Chu Huanjun raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "It seems that you don't have a fever and you are not talking nonsense."

Tao Yao retorted, "Are you mistaken? You should be the one who needs to see a doctor right now."

Chu Huanjun pursed his lips: "This prince is now very sober..." As he spoke, his fingers slowly slid down, stopping at Taoyao's collarbone, paused, and then continued down...

Tao Yao cautiously pressed down Chu Huanjun's fingers that were wandering around on her body and asked, "What are you doing?"

Chu Huanjun said calmly: "I'll treat you."

Tao Yao quickly rejected him: "You don't need me to see you, you're not a doctor. Besides, I'm not sick."

Chu Huanjun's dark eyes rolled around, and then a wicked smile appeared on his face. He said, "Didn't you just ask me if the poison was cured? Aren't you curious about what kind of poison it is?"

As innocent as Tao Yao was, she began to ponder carefully. What kind of strange poison was this? There was no antidote, and jumping into the river was needed to alleviate the symptoms, but it couldn't completely eradicate them. Fortunately, it was Chu Huanjun, a peculiar person who was different from ordinary people, who was poisoned and still safe. If it were her, she would have died long ago.

"What poison?" Tao Yao asked.

"This is the ice silkworm poison from the Western Regions. There's no real antidote. If you can survive it, you live; if you can't, you die. However, if there's a real antidote, there is one..."

"What is it?" Tao Yao asked seriously. The firelight beside her was reflected in her eyes, jumping and flashing, and she looked extremely innocent.

Chu Huanjun leaned over, embracing Tao Yao in his arms. He pinched her chin with his fingers and gently tickled the soft flesh beneath her chin with his nails as if teasing a kitten. He said softly, "This poison can only be cured by sexual intercourse. Are you willing to help me detoxify it?"

For a moment, Tao Yaoshang had not yet recovered from her shock, and was already pressed under Chu Huanjun.

His palm was large and warm, and one hand almost grasped her waist completely. It was strange, she had felt very cold just now, but now she suddenly felt very hot.

Perhaps it was Chu Huanjun's body temperature that was about to burn her as well. Thinking of this, Tao Yao pushed him away, trying to push him away, so as not to let him burn her as well.

However, Tao Yao should have refused, but her hands unconsciously wrapped around his neck.

From the first time they met, Tao Yao felt that Chu Huanjun was the most handsome man she had ever seen in the world. How could she not be moved by such a handsome man?

Tao Yao suddenly began to wonder, putting aside the so-called future, did she really hate Chu Huanjun? Could she really turn a blind eye to his tenderness, leave him behind without looking or caring, and walk away?

She didn't hate him, she even liked him a little... maybe even a little.

When did it all start? Tao Yao herself couldn't quite say.

When she was taken to the dungeon by Zuo Di, it was Chu Huanjun who fought his way out of the dungeon and was the only ray of light she saw before dying. At her deathbed, Chu Huanjun held her hand, saying many apologies and making those promises to her, but Tao Yao had long since stopped blaming him for anything.

When she went to Qingshui Town to seek Cheng Tianshui's help, Tao Yao had heard that Song Zhishou had been there, so she hadn't failed to guess that Chu Huanjun would come... She even had a certain anticipation, hoping that Chu Huanjun would suddenly appear from nowhere and startle her, letting her know that he was still paying attention to her. His world was so vast, with so many people around him, that she sometimes couldn't help but worry, wondering if he had forgotten her.

When she saw Chu Huanjun again on the pleasure boat, seeing the wine jugs scattered on the floor, and Zhining fawning over him, seeing him slumped on the bed with another woman, Taoyao felt a strange emotion she had never felt before. She had fallen into his trap again, but so what? She had wanted to see him anyway.

What would she do if Chu Huanjun was just the Chu Huanjun of the present and had nothing to do with everything in the future?

She would recklessly indulge in his arms, peacefully enjoying the love and protection he provided, never refusing anything again, never saying anything cold or distant again.

Now, he is just him, and she is just her.

There was no Prince Yi Chu Huanjun, nor was there Shi Taoyao, the adopted daughter of the Shi family. Now, there was only them, the purest them.