The Female Fox Spirit Gets Spoiled by the Big Shot

Chapter 91-92

Chapter 91

Zhi Yao stood rooted to the spot, forgetting even to cry, and just stared dumbly at Pei Chiyao.

Pei Chiyao raised his hand, covering the spot over his heart, and spoke weakly, "Yao Yao, don't look at me, don't look..."

He finished speaking and then broke into a violent coughing fit, as if he was about to cough up his internal organs.

Zhi Yao finally snapped out of her daze. She transformed back into human form and hurriedly reached out to support Pei Chiyao. "Pei Chiyao, what's wrong with you?"

She trembled as she helped Pei Chiyao to sit up, letting him lean against her.

"It was just a little accident," Pei Chiyao took a deep breath. Zhi Yao's embrace had a faint milky scent that he found intoxicating. Especially the soft, comforting spot where he was resting, which greatly eased his discomfort.

He reached out and tightly grasped Zhi Yao's delicate, boneless hand, saying, "Yao Yao, I'm fine, let me just lean on you for a while, okay? Just let me rest quietly for a bit."

Zhi Yao nodded slightly, but her gaze kept darting down, searching. However, the scales she had seen earlier had mysteriously disappeared. Could it have been her eyes playing tricks on her? Impossible!

The young girl instinctively reached out, wanting to investigate further, but Pei Chiyao quickly grasped her hand again.

"Yao Yao, don't move, the wound is too gruesome, it will frighten you."

But Zhi Yao was determined. "No, just let me take a look, please? Just a quick look, okay?"

Seeing her persistence, Pei Chiyao could only sigh and release his grip.

What met her eyes was a patch of fresh blood and reddened skin, with not a single scale in sight. Could it be... that she had indeed been seeing things?

Just as Zhi Yao started to doubt herself, Pei Chiyao suddenly spoke, "Yao Yao... it hurts..."

Zhi Yao snapped back to attention. "Where? Are you hurt in the chest? Okay, I'll take you to the hospital right now."

She started to struggle to her feet, but Pei Chiyao immediately stopped her. "No, my head hurts. Can you rub it for me, please?"

Head hurts? Zhi Yao raised her hand and gently massaged Pei Chiyao's temples. "How can your head hurt? Where are you actually injured?"

He was covered in blood, and it was completely dark here, so Zhi Yao couldn't see Pei Chiyao's wound.

Pei Chiyao didn't say anything. Zhi Yao's hands were so soft, and the pressure she applied to his temples was just right, making him feel incredibly comfortable.

After a while, Pei Chiyao finally spoke up. "It's nothing, the injury isn't serious, I'm just a little weak."

The young girl was not only soft-handed, but her entire body felt pliant and cottony, like a human cushion. Pei Chiyao raised his hand and embraced Zhi Yao's slender waist, unable to resist burying his face in her bosom and nuzzling...

If only the buttons on her shirt weren't in the way.

He cleared his throat and spoke hoarsely, "Yao Yao, the buttons are bothering me."

Zhi Yao blinked, not quite understanding what he meant. "What's wrong?"

"Can you unbutton them?" He looked at Zhi Yao weakly, his lips a pale, ashen color. "Leaning on you makes me feel much better."

Zhi Yao hesitated, "But... but..."

This didn't seem quite right, did it?

"Your scent helps ease my headache," Pei Chiyao continued to coax her. "No one will come here, my darling..."