Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 506 - 505: Don’t Be Afraid, This Prince Will Protect You

Chapter 506: Chapter 505: Don’t Be Afraid, This Prince Will Protect You

No matter what danger they faced in the past, he always let her go first to protect her.

But now, she was unwilling.

If they were going to leave, they’d leave together.

Chu Qianli fitted the swimming ring around Feng Yexuan’s body.

"Let’s go together, okay?"

Archers appeared, lining up in formation.

Feng Yexuan merely looked at her once, without hesitation, he grabbed her and leaped up.

Chu Qianli’s qinggong might not match Feng Yexuan’s, but it wasn’t bad either.

The two of them took off together, skimming across the water surface. Before long, they plunged into the moat together.

Behind them, long arrows slashed through the sky, whistling by as if carried by a chilling wind.

"Keep swimming, don’t be afraid, I’ll protect you!"

Feng Yexuan held his long sword, swimming behind Chu Qianli, directly turning to face the incoming arrows.

Chu Qianli only heard the sound of the sword wind slicing through the arrows, unaware of the exact situation behind her.

Fortunately, with the aid of the swimming ring, she didn’t need to exert force to stay afloat.

Clinging to the hem of Feng Yexuan’s clothes, she used her arms and legs, trying hard to swim towards the opposite bank.

The two of them, in a sense, divided the labor cooperatively. Although their speed was slow, gradually, the long arrows from the archers on the moat’s bank could no longer reach them.

Knowing they were out of their range, Chu Qianli heaved a great sigh of relief and continued to swim, still holding onto the hem of Feng Yexuan’s clothes.

The current of the moat wasn’t slow, and before they reached the other side, they were already carried off to an unknown location.

Finally, after Feng Yexuan rested for a short while, he flipped over to hold her hand and together they swam toward the opposite bank.

This swimming ring he wore was indeed useful.

Things from the future were all new to him; why hadn’t the scholars of the current times come up with such a great invention?

They didn’t know how long they swam, but finally, when they were almost exhausted, they made it to shore.

Chu Qianli hurriedly took off her wetsuit, finding the clothes inside dry and comfortable, not damp at all.

The quality of the wetsuit was not bad!

Turning back, she saw Feng Yexuan sitting on the ground, breathing slightly heavily.

How had she recovered while his breath was still somewhat disordered?

Wasn’t it that the martial strength and stamina of a war god were supposed to be several times better than her own?

"What’s wrong with you... Yexuan, you’re injured!"

An arrowhead was stuck in his back!

She couldn’t believe she had only just noticed!

Chu Qianli removed his mask, seeing his pale face filled her with a sudden pang of heartache.

"Why didn’t you say?" Now, she carefully peeled off his wetsuit, her motions light for fear of causing him more pain.

"Whether I said it or not, we’d still need to reach the shore before we could deal with it, so what’s the point of saying it?"

It would only add to her psychological burden and worry.

Because it was pierced, the wetsuit had lost its purpose, and his clothes were now wet.

Chu Qianli immediately took out a clean set of clothes and knelt in front of him, removing his wet clothes.

But Feng Yexuan didn’t seem to care much, and seeing her nervous manner as she tended to him, he almost wanted to laugh.

"It’s just a minor arrow wound that hasn’t hit any vital spots, what are you panicking for?"

"Do you really not feel any pain?"

"It hurts." How could someone with flesh and blood not feel pain?

But, accustomed to injuries, his tolerance for pain was naturally much tougher.

"I’m going to remove the arrowhead; it’s going to hurt a bit."

After removing his upper garment and seeing the numerous scars on his sturdy body, Chu Qianli’s heart was clenched once again.

At this moment, in his head, only four words remained: iron bones, clanging resonantly.

The War God was not a role just anyone could play.

One needed not only the skill to be victorious in a hundred battles but also the capacity to endure all manner of injuries, to achieve what others could not.

Those with only slightly less endurance might have died in one of the countless injuries they suffered.

This time, Chu Qianli applied just a little bit of anesthetic around Feng Yexuan’s wound.

Local anesthesia.

When it came time to remove the arrowhead, Feng Yexuan clenched his palm, gritting his teeth.

But unexpectedly, it didn’t hurt?

"Lili..."

"It’s just a little anesthetic; it won’t affect your consciousness, right?"

Chu Qianli knew that he had always resisted anesthetics.

So this time, she acted first and sought permission later.

If she had asked him, he would never have agreed.

Feng Yexuan closed his eyes and exhaled lightly, "Is that it? Is it out now?"

"Yes." Chu Qianli was in the process of applying medicine and bandaging him.

Feng Yexuan couldn’t help but comment, "This is the most comfortable injury I’ve ever sustained."

Chu Qianli gave his profile a glare.

What could possibly be comfortable about getting injured?

But upon understanding what he meant, she immediately felt a surge of heartache.

Who knows how many times this guy had been injured before, but surely each time must have been painful!

He knew pain, too.

The bandage wound around his shoulder, and finally, his injury was properly dressed.

Chu Qianli let out a breath and muttered quietly, "Your pants are all wet, you should change them first."

As she took his pants to change him, unexpectedly, her waist suddenly felt heavy, and she was pulled over to him.

"Yexuan!" She landed on his legs and was embraced in his arms; her hands instinctively wanted to brace against his chest, yet she feared she might inadvertently touch his wound.

In her divided attention and caught off guard, her lips were suddenly sealed by his!

Chu Qianli’s eyes widened in fright, her watery, large eyes, full of shock.

Here... in the wilds of the mountains, who knows if someone might pass by... It seemed unlikely that any normal person would be passing through such a place at this time.

But still... still, it felt so embarrassing...

Yet she could not push him away.

The scent of the man’s musk, mixed with his unique smell, suddenly made Chu Qianli’s forehead burn hot.

Her hands, not knowing where to rest, finally clung tightly to his strong, solid arms, as though she were terrified of suddenly falling, falling into an abyss.

Her consciousness grew more and more blurred, nearly forgetting her own origins...

His hands started to wander restlessly over her body.

As her waist loosened, Chu Qianli quickly felt a chill on her body.

"Hmm..."

Those eyes that had been shut in intoxication, due to the coolness on her body, finally cracked open a bit.

After understanding the situation with her body, her hands that clung to his arms began to push.

"Hmm..."

Taking advantage of the moment when Feng Yexuan’s thin lips moved away from hers and trailed down her neck, Chu Qianli hurriedly said, "Yexuan! Yexuan! Calm down! Now... now’s not the time, not..."

Feng Yexuan panted slightly, barely lifting his head from her chest.

He gazed down at her flushed face, his voice still very hoarse, but at this moment, it took on a wild edge:

"Then you tell me, when ’is the time’?"