Chapter 103 Do you feel the pain now?

Not long after, the maid who had brought her something earlier came. This time, the maid lowered her head cautiously, without even looking at her. She placed the food on the ice-carved jade table beside her, and was about to leave.

"Can... I have a set of clothes?"

Shang You asked with a dry throat.

The maid paused slightly and shook her head. It was obvious that she had been ordered not to say a word to her. She put the things down and left.

The depths of the dragon cave soon returned to silence, with only the sound of snow water dripping on the ice stones from the evil water pool.

Shang Youqing glanced at the food beside him, without touching it at all. He just hugged his knees and stared at the evil water pool.

The bottom of the dragon cave was probably illuminated by some luminous object. Since Shang Youqing was imprisoned here, there has always been such a dim and cold light reflected on the stone wall. It is not very dark, but not bright either.

Furthermore, Shang Youqing constantly fell into a deep sleep, succumbing to the pain and cold. She could only gauge the passage of time by the time the maid arrived to bring her food.

After noticing Shang Youqing hadn't touched a single bite of food three times in a row, the maid finally couldn't resist gently admonishing her: "

These rare ingredients have therapeutic properties. You're seriously injured. You can't just sit there and eat nothing. Eating a little will help you recover."

Shang Youqing curled up in the dim, cold corner of the bed against the stone wall, quietly hugging his legs, not even raising his eyelids. "Are you trying to say that even though your king broke my leg, if he gives me even a small reward, I should be grateful?"

The maid lowered her head. "...No, but if you continue like this, I must report to the king..."

Shang Youqing said calmly, "Go ahead."

The maid hesitated, but ultimately left with the untouched food.

Shang Youqing remained curled up in the dimly lit corner of the bed, half-dead, unwilling to move.

She didn't know how many days had passed, but when she woke up from another coma, she felt a hand holding her ankle. Shang Youqing felt a chill on her spine and suddenly opened her eyes.

Ying Shixue had come over at some point, sitting on the edge of the bed with a dignified and cold look. Her snow-white jade-like face was indifferent and calm, and she was holding her ankle and changing the bandage.

Shang Youqing just tried to break free, but the slender and powerful finger joints pressed down on her ankle bones. Shang Youqing was in so much pain that tears burst out, but she tried to hold them back under her red eyes, and met Ying Shixue's cold gaze -

"Do you feel the pain now?"

Ying Shixue's pressure made Shang Youqing unable to recover for a long time. She trembled all over, but she didn't let out a sound of pain, and bit it all in her mouth.

Even so, he was still met with cold sarcasm. "Why didn't you seem to feel any pain when you risked your life to block for Chen Jichuan?"

Shang Youqing endured it with all his might, not arguing or moving, letting him manipulate his legs the entire time.

When the cold hand put his ankle down, Shang Youqing, despite the pain, lifted his legs back up with his hands and slowly brought them together. The

pain was too much, and his tear glands couldn't stop the tears. His eyes were almost unable to hold them, and he finally spoke in a hoarse voice, "Clothes."

"No." His lips were thin, and his voice was still as cold as ice. "I gave it to you, didn't you throw it away yourself?"

Shang Youqing raised his eyes and stared at him. His eyes were originally cold, but now they were soaked with tears, making them look like they were filled with suppressed emotions. Ying

Shixue, however, clearly didn't care how much she hated and despised him. The cold current under his clothes instantly moved the jade table towards him, and he stretched out his arms to hug her to him.

Just as she had picked up the jade cup, Shang Youqing raised his hand and knocked it over. Then, with a loud "snap," Shang Youqing slapped her hard, his voice hoarse, "Get out of here!"

Ying Shixue's face remained expressionless, as if she had simply been pounced upon and scratched by the angry little phoenix. Then, clamping her delicate hands, he looked down at her and said calmly, "Have you had enough?"

He picked up another plate and reminded her calmly, "You'd better think carefully: do you want to cooperate with the meal, or do you want me to use some other means to force you to eat? You know I mean what I say."

Shang Youqing was cradled on the sturdy waist and abdomen connected to the dragon's tail, her phoenix eyes glowing even more fiercely with bloodthirstiness.

But this time, when Ying Shixue brought the food to her lips, she finally lowered her face coldly, "I'll eat it myself."

"Too late."

Ying Shixue didn't give her another chance to choose. His thumb and palm grasped the tip of her uncooperative chin, twisting it back, and with an expressionless face, he fed her mouthful by mouthful.

Shang Youqing had little appetite. After only half a bowl, he turned his head away, refusing to open his mouth.

Ying Shixue's other hand was wrapped in several white bandages around the base of his palm. He slipped his hand from his snow-white sleeve and placed it directly on Shang Youqing's soft, fair belly, pressing it slightly downward.

Making sure she was somewhat full, he finally withdrew his hand before Shang Youqing, breathing shakily, could reach out to hit him.

He set down the bowl and carried her back to the ice bed. Ying Shixue used his dragon tail to hold her close. As they lay on the bed, to prevent the little phoenix from moving, he gripped her slender waist with his claws. He closed his cold eyes and warned quietly, "Don't disturb me."

Perhaps because her waist was restrained by the huge, sharp claws, the little phoenix remained quietly nestled between his tail, making no sound at all.

This allowed Ying Shixue to rest for the first time in days.

But it didn't last long. Ying Shixue was awakened by the gentle touch of the dragon's tail.

His eyes half-lidded, he saw the little phoenix lying on the side of his tail, concealing itself, gathering a weak spiritual energy to numb the dragon scale nearby. Then, he began to pull it out.

Ying Shixue watched indifferently for a moment. The dragon's tail slowly tightened around her waist, bringing her back to his embrace. He casually plucked the scale out for her and held it in her hand. "Do you want this?"

Shang Youqing paused, his face downcast, not looking at him. He immediately grasped the sharp, hard scale.

But then the dragon's tail tightened around her body, nearly choking her breath.

Her legs, unable to move, were pushed apart by the tail's tip. She finally freed her hands to push the tail away, but two dragon claws from behind came over, rubbing up and down her thin, white shoulder blades and lower back, the curve of their claws hinting at a menacing presence.

Ying Shixue's expression was still shrouded in an invisible chill as he stared at Shang Youqing, who was entangled in his dragon's tail and about to be swallowed. He finally spoke calmly.

"Unfortunately, dragon scales can't open the barrier."