The Mandarin Duck Red Thread Burns - Chapter 3

Chapter 6

I stared in horror at the man who looked as if an invisible hand had clamped around his throat, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

What was going on?!

On our wedding night, my husband seemed to have died from my care!

A cold sweat broke out all over me, and I hurriedly tried to pull him up.

The moment I touched him, I nearly launched myself off the bed.

He was burning up!

I sucked in a sharp breath and carefully checked the condition of the person beside me.

His hair had come loose, the dark, raven-blue strands spilling across the pillow and falling messily over his face.

I peeled away the damp hair, revealing a devastatingly beautiful face on the brink of death-

His complexion was deathly pale, his eyes hollow and unfocused, yet his cheeks were flushed with a sickly crimson. Even the breath he exhaled was frighteningly hot, as if molten coals flowed through his veins, burning himself and everything around him to ash.

“Hey… you… you have a fever! I’m going out to get someone!”

I grabbed the edge of the bed and was about to scramble down.

Suddenly, a scalding hand hooked around my pinky.

“Don’t go…”

I turned back in panic.

Only to see my husband lying weakly at the edge of the bed, white feathers drifting around him, his shoulder blades jutting out fragilely. Sweat streamed from his damp jaw, making him look like a breathtaking ghost utterly stricken with grief and on the verge of death.

He said,

“Stay with me… please…”

Chapter 7

In the end, I still crawled back onto the bed.

Because although the person on the bed was holding my hand with so little strength that I could have broken free with one tug, it was clearly all the strength he had. The hideous wound on his wrist stood out all the more because of it.

Even with such a serious wrist injury, he still held on to me so tightly… If I forced my way free, it would probably only make him more desperate.

Forget it. Caring for Big Bird’s mental health was part of being an animal rights activist.

“You chose this, okay…”

I gathered the person on the bed back up and pulled him into my arms. He let out a satisfied sigh, his beautiful, slender neck falling limply into the crook of my arm. A faint smile shimmered in his amber-gold eyes.

“Hold me… please?”

I didn’t move, but he clung to me on his own. As he shifted, his collar loosened, revealing a section of his shattered-looking collarbone.

He was too hot. He was practically an electric blanket that had cultivated a spirit!

I was so overheated I started panting, spreading my arms and legs as wide as possible to get more contact with the cool air.

“It hurts so much. I feel awful…”

“Touch me.”

Seeing me splayed out like a starfish, looking very much as if I was about to wriggle away, the electric blanket on top of me panicked.

Not only did he watch my expression with pleading eyes, even his lips and tongue began trying to please me.

For a moment, the scene became almost too indecent to look at, practically a scandal in the inner palace.

“Wait, First Prince, you…”

I grabbed a handful of his raven-blue hair, forcing him to lift his head.

“It’s Pei Du. Call me Pei Du…”

But he took the opportunity to lean into my palm, murmuring his own name. With every breath, his breath was scorching hot.