Xu Xingguang had just showered, and her body emitted a faint and comforting medicinal fragrance. The scent lingered in her hair and clothes, as if it had become a part of her very being.
Huo Wen'an buried his face in her soft, slender neck, his breathing growing heavier, unable to extricate himself.
All medicine has a degree of poison, and Huo Wen'an had been poisoned to the bone by Xu Xingguang, this potion.
Xu Xingguang's fingers had touched swords, taken lives, and planted medicinal herbs, but now they gently and indulgently stroked Huo Wen'an's head.
His hair had grown a bit long, with a slightly coarse texture.
Xu Xingguang's fingers tightened, gripping Huo Wen'an's hair, trying to disperse some of the excessive fervor of the man's spirit.
During the short spring days on Bai Ze Island, from sunrise to sunset, Huo Wen'an seemed determined to make up for the month-long separation.
*
