The Divine Physician’s Overbearing Wife

Nan Xian tightened his arms around Feng Ruqing.

“Just let me know what you want to do. I will give you a hand.” As soon as Nan Xian finished his words, Feng Ruqing raised her head and gave him a quick and light kiss on his lips.

Just as Feng Ruqing parted her lips, Nan Xian placed his hand at the back of her head and yanked her close to him. He leaned in and pressed his lips gently against hers once again.

In the Southern Bamboo Grove.

A light gust of wind swept through the grove.

The young master in a snowy white robe was stunningly handsome and unparalleled in this realm. The lady before him was devastatingly gorgeous. From afar, both of them looked more captivating than a beautiful painting.

Nan Xian parted his lips after a long while. With one hand around her slim waist, both of them soared into the sky like a gust of wind. Not long after, they descended right before a wooden hut.

A faint fragrance lingered in the wooden hut.

The wooden hut’s interior was simple but elegant, just like Nan Xian’s temperament—carefree and free from desire.

Nan Xian took Feng Ruqing to a wooden bed and gently laid her down.

Her hair fluttered in the wind—messy but did not in the slightest dim her beauty.

Nan Xian’s slender fingers slid through her tangled hair and landed on her cheek.

“Where is Xiao Qing, the snake?” Feng Ruqing asked, anxiously.

“Xiao Qing has lost its way. It won’t be back before tonight.” The corner of Nan Xian’s lips lifted.

“Ah, that’s great.” Feng Ruqing raised her head. She put her arms around Nan Xian’s neck and kissed him on his lips.

She could taste the sweetness lingered between his lips and teeth. It was so delicate, like the taste of jasmine. She truly loved the taste of him.

After a while, she parted her lips with a faint smile on her face.

“Nan Xian… Do you still remember that I ate the fruit that Qing Han had given to me in order to save my mother? It had nearly crippled all my meridians.”

“Uhm, I remember that.”

“It’s you who had saved me that day. However, I saw a man who looked like you inside of me. The only difference was that his hair was gray.”

Hearing the lady’s whispers, Nan Xian’s hand that was stroking her hair paused as he stared her in the eyes.

“I have no idea if that was you, but I could feel that I know him…”

Feng Ruqing could feel the heart-wrenching sorrow behind the man’s eyes. Like a sword that had pierced right into her heart, it was so painful that she had nearly broken into tears.

The man was so elegant. He should not suffer from such pain.

“Also, I have taken a painting from Paramount. I don’t know why, when I look at the painting, my heart aches…” Feng Ruqing’s smile faded and pain crept into her eyes.

The pain in Feng Ruqing’s eyes pierced into Nan Xian eyes and broke his heart. He leaned over to kiss her, wildly. His kiss was no longer as gentle as before. It was so passionate as if he wanted to taste every bit of her.

In Feng Ruqing’s eyes, Nan Xian had always been free from desire. This was the first time Feng Ruqing saw Nan Xian behave like this. However, she did not stop him but simply raised her head to kiss him back.

“Qing’er, will you marry me?”¹

“Hmm?” Feng Ruqing’s head tilted. She had always wanted to sleep with Nan Xian but she had never thought of marrying him

“State Preceptor, tell me honestly. Since when did you start having the desire for me? Why have I never felt that?” Feng Ruqing squinted as she smiled.

If a dream was counted, it should be the year when Nan Xian was five years old. It was the first time his heart was broken…