The Crazy Fox Demon Devours My Heart - Chapter 19

When Qingyu opened her eyes again, the room was crowded with people.

Hu Yan sat by the bed. Seeing her awake, the shadow in his eyes dissipated immediately. His fingers trembled uncontrollably as they brushed her pale cheeks. His voice tightened: “It’s alright now.”

Fuyin stood nearby, her eyes red, and tears finally spilled down her cheeks at the sight of Qingyu awake. “Princess, you almost died!”

“If the Young Master hadn’t absorbed the poisoned bl00d for you and neutralized the toxin in time, I would never have seen you again.”

Night Butterfly lingered at the back, clenching her fists with a dark gaze as she thought: How is it possible she wasn’t killed by the poison?

Water Lotus gave her a pointed look.

Everyone in the room displayed different emotions. Qingyu propped herself up against the bed, well aware that few of them truly cared about her.

She didn’t bother to put on a facade for them. After comforting Fuyin with a few words, she simply said she was tired.

One by one, the others withdrew, leaving only Hu Yan and Qingyu in the room. A tense silence fell.

Qingyu glanced at him. Why isn’t he leaving?

Hu Yan’s expression was dark, his eyes deep and dangerous as he stared at her.

Feeling something was off, Qingyu instinctively tried to move away. Before she could react, her waist was suddenly seized by a firm, cold arm. The handsome, almost otherworldly face loomed before her, and before she could resist, his lips pressed hotly against hers.

Her clear eyes widened in panic. She clenched her fists and swung toward his head, but a hand caught hers—she couldn’t break free.

Hu Yan closed his eyes and kissed her ferociously. The sweet, feminine scent filled his mouth; her soft tongue was irresistible.

Qingyu, furious and nearly suffocating, bit him hard.

Even with her teeth piercing his tongue, he didn’t let go. The metallic taste of bl00d mingled with the sweet aroma of her mouth. Only when she was on the verge of passing out did he finally release her.

“Smack!” Qingyu struck him hard across the face.

“You’re mad!”

Hu Yan didn’t seem offended by the slap. His eyes lingered on her reddened lips, shadowed and alluring. He lightly wiped the bl00d from the corner of his mouth and chuckled softly.

“I am mad… mad because once again, you were close to dying before my eyes.”

“Mad because I hate myself for being careless and letting you be in danger.”

Once again? What was he talking about?

Her lips still burned, and the taste of bl00d reminded her of the undeniable truth—she had just been forcefully kissed by a demon!

The thought made her nauseated.

Fuyin, who had remained by the door, hesitated at the noise, then knocked softly.

“Princess?”

The knock broke the tension between them. Their lips were still red; anyone entering would instantly understand what had happened.

As the flush on their faces faded, both regained a measure of composure.

Qingyu turned away, pulling the blanket over her head.

When the door opened, Hu Yan had already left. Fuyin, noticing the faint traces of bl00d on his lips, was startled but didn’t dare ask what had happened.

Once he left, she hurried inside, finding the princess unmoving under the blanket.

“Princess, what’s wrong?”

Hearing Fuyin’s voice and realizing Hu Yan was gone, Qingyu finally sat up, fixing her gaze on the bandages around her legs.

Was the snake incident mere coincidence, or had someone planned it? Thinking back to the assassination attempt on the cliff, she realized there were demons desperate to see her dead. The days ahead would not be easy. No matter what, she and Fuyin had to survive until the day they could leave.

Fuyin noticed her lips were bright red. “Princess, your mouth… it’s so red. When the Young Master left earlier, his lips looked red too.”

Qingyu recalled what had happened moments ago and angrily punched the blanket.

“Bring me water. I need to rinse my mouth.”

“But Princess, your leg—”

Fuyin worried about Qingyu’s injury, unsure why she insisted on rinsing her mouth so late at night. But seeing her determined expression, she still prepared a basin of water.

Fuyin placed the water by the bed.

The surface reflected the princess’s delicate features and overly red lips.

Qingyu rinsed thoroughly several times, her usual calm expression replaced with rare agitation.

Just a little longer… just a little more… soon we can leave.

Thinking of the days ahead, she finally calmed slightly and lay in bed, restless, until dawn gradually arrived.

By noon, Fuyin brought a dark, potent medicine, cautiously approaching the bed to avoid spilling a drop.

“Princess, you’ve finally woken. Drink this while it’s hot—it’s precious medicine.”

Qingyu took the bowl, inhaled its strong aroma, grimaced, then drank it in a single gulp.

Fuyin quickly placed a piece of candied fruit in her mouth.

“This is prepared especially at the Young Master’s instructions. Princess, is it sweet enough?”

For some reason, Qingyu’s expression immediately darkened.

“This medicine was gathered by the Young Master himself. It’s said to be extremely rare.”

Fuyin thought she hadn’t said anything wrong, but the princess looked even worse.

Cautiously, she continued: “Cangya told me this elixir can strengthen the body and refine the muscles. The Young Master fought countless ferocious demons to obtain it, even sustaining injuries himself.”

“I think the Young Master really cares for you,” Fuyin added.

Well, now the princess looked even more disgusted.

Fuyin wisely shut her mouth.

After finishing the medicine, Fuyin helped Qingyu to the lakeside pavilion.

The wind was strong there, so Fuyin went back to fetch a cloak.

Qingyu’s gaze lingered on the swaying lotus in the lake, lost in thought.

“Princess, what are you looking at?” A lazy voice spoke.

A man approached in a moon-white robe with subtle patterns, his crimson phoenix-shaped eyes slightly upturned, exuding an indescribable charm.

He was the same person she had seen beneath the tree the day before.

Qingyu asked, “Who are you?”

“Does it matter?” The man’s arching brows and wicked smile were oddly captivating. “Shouldn’t the princess thank me first?”

Fox Zhai stood close, his voice low and rich. “After all, yesterday, I was preparing to heal you.”

Qingyu furrowed her brows. Though yesterday had its reasons, having him lift her clothing and gaze at her skin had been a major breach of propriety. Now, he deliberately brought it up again. What did he intend?

At that moment, Fuyin returned with the cloak. Surprised to see him in the pavilion, she immediately bowed.

“Greetings, Second Young Master.”

Fuyin had previously consulted Cangya, who had shown her portraits of the important figures here, including this man.

He was the Fox Clan’s Second Young Master—Fox Zhai.

The Fox Clan had two pure-blooded lines: the Young Master Hu Yan, and the Second Young Master, Fox Zhai, whose bloodline ranked just below Hu Yan. Fox Zhai was known for his womanizing ways, loving beauty, often flirting recklessly. He paid little attention to clan affairs, drawing disapproval from the elders.