PFC Chapter 134
Chapter 134
Long Yan's hand slowly moved down, gently unbuttoning Lin Ziyu's clothes, revealing his snow-white skin. His fingers gently stroked his back, causing him to shudder.
Lin Ziyu's eyes were blurred, he was intoxicated in Long Yan's arms, unable to extricate himself. As Long Yan moved, his body gradually became soft and weak, and he could only let him do whatever he wanted.
Their breathing grew heavier, their heartbeats more intense. In this mysterious valley, they were the only two, lost in a world of love.
They were Long Yan and Lin Ziyu, who had been together since Long Yan's coming-of-age ceremony, when they announced their relationship. After the banquet, the two had come to this valley and hadn't left since. A few days had passed, and Lin Ziyu, furious, tried to stop Long Yan's advances. But his resistance was ultimately futile; under Long Yan's attack, he was completely conquered, both physically and mentally.
Long Yan murmured softly, savoring the beauty of this moment. Lin Ziyu's panting echoed in the air, adding a touch of ambiguity to the atmosphere.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew by, bringing with it a hint of coolness. Lin Ziyu couldn't help but shiver, and the cool breeze sobered him up a little. He gently nudged Long Yan and said softly, "Let's go back... It's a bit cold here." At this moment, he even felt a hint of chill in the hot spring water.
Long Yan slowly raised his head and gazed at Lin Ziyu, his eyes gleaming with desire. He softly replied, "Okay..." Despite feeling extremely reluctant, he slowly released Lin Ziyu's hand. Then, hand in hand, the two of them left the valley's hot springs and returned to the bamboo hut.
After returning to the bamboo house, Lin Ziyu still felt cold all over and couldn't help asking, "Brother Yan, do you feel that the temperature is particularly low today?" He hugged his arms tightly, trying to dispel the coldness in his body.
Long Yan stretched out his hand and hugged Lin Ziyu tightly in his arms, "Maybe it's because the temperature is relatively low at night in the mountains. Are you still cold when I'm holding you?" There was a hint of concern in his tone.
Lin Ziyu leaned on Long Yan's broad chest, feeling his warmth, and his body gradually warmed up.
"Let's rest early today," Long Yan said gently to Lin Ziyu, and lowered his head to kiss Lin Ziyu's forehead. Lin Ziyu smiled slightly and nodded slightly to show his agreement. Then the two of them hugged each other and fell asleep soon, falling into a sweet dream.
However, while asleep, Lin Ziyu experienced a strange dream. In it, he found himself in a bone-chilling ice cellar, surrounded by pitch blackness and a chilling, eerie atmosphere. No matter how hard he tried to find an exit or escape this terrifying place, he was unable to find one. Suddenly, a chill startled him awake, and he flung his eyes open.
When he woke up, he found Long Yan holding him tightly, looking anxious and hurrying on his way.
"Zi Yu, you finally woke up! How do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" Long Yan asked with concern, his eyes full of worry.
Lin Ziyu shook his head, trying to wake himself up, and replied in a trembling voice: "Brother Yan, I'm so cold... I feel like I've fallen into an icy place, it's so uncomfortable." As he spoke, his body began to tremble involuntarily.
Long Yan hurriedly comforted him, "Don't worry, you're feeling hot, like you're sick with a fever. I'm taking you back to the Imperial City to find a doctor. Just hold on a little longer, we'll be there soon."
Lin Ziyu raised his hand with difficulty and grabbed Long Yan's clothes, "Brother Yan... I'm so cold... so cold..." Before he finished speaking, he fainted.
Long Yan was startled and quickly used the space jump method to quickly return to the Prince's Mansion. He hugged Lin Ziyu tightly and rushed straight into his bedroom, shouting: "Long Si, go get a doctor, quickly!"
Not long after, Long Si hurried over with the doctor and reported, "Your Highness, the doctor has arrived."
"Hurry up, check Ziyu. He is hot all over, but he keeps saying that he is cold... very cold..." Long Yan anxiously urged the doctor to treat Lin Ziyu in his arms.
The doctor carefully examined Lin Ziyu's condition, his expression gradually becoming serious. He glanced at Long Yan nervously and said in a serious tone, "Your Highness, Young Master Ziyu's condition is not too serious. As long as the fever can be reduced and he is carefully cared for for a period of time, he will recover." After a moment of silence, the doctor continued, "However, Your Highness, Young Master Ziyu must abstain from sex during his recovery."
Long Yan was stunned and asked doubtfully, "Doctor, could Ziyu's illness be caused by..."
"Your Highness, everything must be done in moderation." The doctor reminded meaningfully.
Seeing that Long Yan didn't understand, the doctor said bluntly, "It's because of excessive indulgence in sexual activities that your body is weak and you have caught a cold."
Long Yan's face turned red instantly. He looked down at the unconscious Lin Ziyu awkwardly, his heart filled with regret and self-blame.
"I understand. Thank you, doctor." Long Yan said softly, "Please prescribe some medicine. I will take good care of him."
"Your Highness, here are some fever-reducing pills. Please give them to Young Master Ziyu first." The doctor took out a bottle of fever-reducing pills from the medicine box and handed it forward.
Long Yan took the fever-reducing pill, poured out one, and carefully asked Lin Ziyu to take it.
The doctor followed Long Si downstairs to prescribe medicine. Long Yan sat by the bed, staring quietly at Lin Ziyu's pale face, praying in his heart that he would get better soon.
Lin Ziyu took the fever-reducing pill, and after an hour, he stopped murmuring, "cold...cold..." and slowly fell into a peaceful sleep.
Long Yan reached out his hand, gently stroked Lin Ziyu's cheek, and said to himself: "Ziyu, you must get better. I will never indulge myself like this again."
At that moment, a slight noise came from outside the door, which alerted Long Yan. He frowned, a trace of doubt in his heart. He stood up and walked towards the door. When he opened the door, he was surprised to find the Dragon Queen standing at the door, looking into the room with concern. With a hint of surprise in her tone, she quickly replied, "Mother and Father, why are you here?"
The Dragon Queen raised her head and looked at Long Yan, her eyes full of worry and concern. She asked softly, "You urgently summoned a doctor in the middle of the night. Who is sick?"
Long Yan looked at his mother and knew he couldn't hide it, so he had to tell the truth: "Mom and Dad, Ziyu is sick."
Hearing this news, the Dragon Queen's eyes became even more nervous. He hurriedly said, "I'll go in and see him." After saying that, he couldn't wait to walk into the room.
Upon entering the room, the Dragon Queen immediately spotted Lin Ziyu lying on the bed. He was pale, but the pain he'd worn before was gone. Perhaps because his fever had subsided, Lin Ziyu had been sweating profusely, causing his clothes to come loose, exposing his collarbone.
The Dragon Queen looked at the marks on Lin Ziyu's body and felt a pang of anxiety. As someone who had experienced this, she immediately understood why Lin Ziyu had suddenly fallen ill. Her expression instantly grew serious, and she turned around and began to lecture her son, Long Yan.
Lin Ziyu's illness was severe, with a high fever that fluctuated. He had already had three relapses in just three days, and had been in a semi-comatose state for two days. This made Long Yan extremely anxious, and he stayed by Lin Ziyu's side almost day and night, keeping a close eye on his condition.
That afternoon, Lin Ziyu's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Long Yan standing by the bed with a tired look on his face, a touch of emotion and heartache flashed in his eyes.
"You finally woke up... How do you feel? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Long Yan held Lin Ziyu's hand tightly and asked anxiously.
"I'm much better... just a little tired." Lin Ziyu's voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, but there was a faint smile on his face.
"That's good. You have a good rest, I will always be here with you." Long Yan said gently, gently stroking Lin Ziyu's hair.
Lin Ziyu nodded slightly, then closed his eyes and fell asleep again. Long Yan sat quietly beside him, gazing at his peaceful sleeping face, his heart filled with love and determination.
From that moment on, Long Yan secretly vowed to cherish the person in front of him even more, and to stay by his side, whether in health or illness, and to give him the warmest companionship and care. Because in this world, nothing is more important than Lin Ziyu.