Zhao Ting was filled with regret. Why did he disguise himself as a woman for no reason? No, he hadn’t thought that women could also... He knew some men liked other men, but women... he really didn’t know. When the sect hierarch wanted to deal with him, he fled. This angered the Heaven and Earth Sect’s hierarch, who ordered his capture, dead or alive. Meng Yao volunteered. This is what she told the sect hierarch— "I am unworthy of the hierarch’s affection. I deeply feel guilty, so I’m willing to bring back the beauty for the hierarch." Of course, that wasn’t all she said. Meng Yao said she could concoct a potion specifically for the beauty. Once the beauty uses it, she would be utterly devoted to the hierarch. For this reason, the hierarch allowed Meng Yao to accompany those sent to capture Zhao Ting. One had to admit Zhao Ting’s skills were excellent. Though injured himself, he managed to seriously wound many of his pursuers. When they were almost out of the Heaven and Earth Sect’s headquarters, there were only five people, including Meng Yao, relentlessly chasing Zhao Ting. Meng Yao exchanged with the system for a strong knockout potion, covered her nose and mouth, and knocked out all five people, including Zhao Ting himself. Because of this, her accumulated points were exhausted. The system said the potion’s effect would last for three days. Meng Yao, not taking chances, still tied them all up. Then, she fled with Zhao Ting. The terrible part was, Zhao Ting was seriously injured. He had consumed a pill given by the sect hierarch to gain trust. On top of that, due to the potion’s effect, Zhao Ting remained unconscious. Without an antidote, the only way to detoxify Zhao Ting was through acupuncture. The process was slow, so much so that after three attempts, he showed no signs of waking up. After all, he was the father of her children, and Meng Yao felt embarrassed to just leave him. "I must have done something bad in my past life, otherwise, how could I be so unlucky?" Meng Yao muttered to herself. Zhao Ting: How unlucky could you be? Yes, although he couldn’t wake up, he could hear Meng Yao’s words. "I’ve never experienced the sourness of love, never held hands with a man, let alone slept with one. Am I wronged; am I not wronged?" Through these mutterings, Zhao Ting roughly understood that Meng Yao’s circumstances, while not exactly like his, weren’t very different either. Zhao Ting: Got it. When I wake up, I’ll surely hold your hand, kiss you. If you want to sleep with me, I’ll definitely oblige. No wonder she was different from the Meng Yao in Zhao Ting’s memories; it turned out she was a changed person. So, he had fallen for this later arrival. This way, he felt completely unburdened. "I nearly risked my life this time; next time, I must think more about myself. I’ll find a few young studs then." Meng Yao muttered. Zhao Ting: Young studs? What is that? Fresh pork meat? Carrying fresh pork around... what kind of hobby is that? Meng Yao resigned herself to wiping Zhao Ting’s body. Unlike the first time she was surprised, Meng Yao now could calmly face Zhao Ting’s body. At least, although her heart still raced, she no longer blushed deeply. One had to admit, this body was quite attractive. No excess fat, smooth lines, more pleasing to the eye and attractive than men from a gym. And, it was well endowed too. Of course, Meng Yao wasn’t a pervert to directly strip and see. Even while unconscious, Zhao Ting’s body’s natural reactions were still there. While she was wiping his body... While her face was red and her heart pounded loudly, Zhao Ting’s body was restless. Though it was through his pants, she still saw quite a bit. Meng Yao thought to herself, she kind of coveted Zhao Ting’s body, which could be considered a plus? Maybe it was worth considering him. Not returning to the Zhao Mansion, just taking what they needed from each other? Who knows if Zhao Ting would agree. "Sister Zhao, I brought you some rice and noodles back." A voice came from outside. Meng Yao put down the cloth in her hand and quickly walked out. Outside stood a strong, dark-skinned young man. "Gao Shan, thank you. How much in total?" Meng Yao asked. "The rice is one hundred and sixty wen, the noodles are forty wen. Two jin of pork, thirty-two wen, and the big bones I got for five wen. The pumpkin was given by my mom, so it’s free. In total, two hundred and thirty-seven wen." Gao Shan scratched his head and said innocently. "Here, keep it." Meng Yao handed the money to Gao Shan. "Brother Zhao hasn’t woken up yet?" "Not yet." Meng Yao sighed. "Sister, don’t be too upset. My mom says everyone has their fate." Gao Shan comforted Meng Yao. "I believe he will wake up." Meng Yao said. "Anyway, my mom says if you can’t hold out any longer, just say the word at our house." Gao Shan said. Lying inside, Zhao Ting was furious, wanting to wake up and tell this man and his mom: Stop coveting his person! Meng Yao settled him in a small mountain village. The villagers were generally kind-hearted, and seeing Meng Yao, a lone woman, having a hard time, they were very supportive. The most enthusiastic was the Gao family. Aunt Gao often visited the small courtyard where Meng Yao lived. Initially, she was simply concerned about Zhao Ting’s condition. Later, Aunt Gao’s focus gradually shifted. She felt Zhao Ting probably wouldn’t wake up, and Meng Yao, as a woman, was having too tough a time. She suggested to Meng Yao that if she was willing, they could help take care of things together, of course, on the premise that Meng Yao came to live with them. Though Meng Yao was a few years older than Gao Shan, they didn’t mind. Though Meng Yao resolutely refused, the Gao family wasn’t discouraged. "Go back and tell Aunt Gao, thank you for her kind offer." Meng Yao said. "Sure thing." Gao Shan grinned, carrying his things as he left. His mother had said they should not pressure Sister Zhao until she agreed; that way, Sister Zhao wouldn’t be in a difficult position. Meng Yao moved the items into the house, ground the rice with a grinder into rice flour, then cooked a broth with the bones to make rice noodle soup. This was Zhao Ting’s daily meal. Meng Yao borrowed from the system to get a stomach tube made of sheep intestine, and she made a makeshift syringe out of bamboo. With these, she fed Zhao Ting. It was laborious and time-consuming. A meal took half a day. Every time, Meng Yao was sweating profusely from exhaustion. "If you don’t wake up soon, I won’t care for you anymore," Meng Yao viciously said. Zhao Ting: I want to wake up too! Do I not care about my dignity? Thɪs chapter is updated by novel※fire.net In a coma, he couldn’t control some physiological needs. He was so embarrassed every time he wet the bed he wanted to bang his head against the wall. Luckily, just consuming rice puree, the other need (pooping) hadn’t troubled Meng Yao yet. But when he couldn’t endure the other need anymore, he feared facing Meng Yao even if he did wake up.