Chapter 40: Treatment (Part Two)
George asked, “Is your wound okay?”
“It’s not a big deal for now,” Eve Frostleaf said. “We should hide for a while.”
George looked down at the bloodstains on his gloves, shook his head, and didn’t want to argue with Eve Frostleaf. He picked up the shovel, and the two of them found a good spot to dig, cutting up the grass and making a hole, then covering it with the earth and grass.
Eve Frostleaf summoned the wind to disperse their scent and traces.
The two of them might be easily found in the wilderness, but once they entered the Dream Palace, it would be hard to track them down.
Time was running out; the hole they dug was small, barely enough for the two of them to squeeze in, curled up together. The entrance was dark and looked cramped.
George picked up the shovel, wanting to dig more.
But the wounded Eve Frostleaf stopped him, saying:
“That’s enough, George. Do you think I can’t handle it?”
George replied testily, “Do whatever you want.”
“I’ll go in first.” Eve Frostleaf tightened her silver hair, took off her armor, revealing her close-fitting hunting outfit. She glanced at George, who had already turned away, and then Eve Frostleaf bent down and crawled in. The dirt fell onto her hair, the hole filled with the fresh scent of broken grass roots.
Upon reaching the end of the hole, Eve Frostleaf stopped. It was pitch black around her, and she could touch the walls of the hole with her hands, which made her feel a bit anxious.
She heard a rustling sound outside the hole—it was George removing his armor, stuffing it and the shovel into a dimensional pocket.
Would he be removing things he shouldn’t?
Eve Frostleaf had this inexplicable thought, her legs instinctively tightening together, resting her head on the dirt.
Though she knew the notion was absurd, her heart began to beat faster, a flame burning in her chest.
George started to crawl in; in the dim light, Eve Frostleaf saw him in his combat gear, which hadn’t been washed in a long time, covered in streaks of dirt. He had been running for a long time, drenched in sweat, and when he got close to her, the heat and sweat enveloped her face.
The fire in her chest licked at her heart.
Eve Frostleaf had a different view of George now. Previously, he had always kept his armor clean, shiny enough to reflect light, and seemed impeccably tidy, like a heroic knight stepping out of the pages of a book.
Upright, fair, and just… but at the same time, he seemed devoid of human desire, too distant from ordinary people.
The George now made Eve Frostleaf think of robbers on the road—people without a shred of morality, seizing women for their own base desires without a second thought.
Humans were just like that.
Once George was fully inside, he made an effort to distance himself from Eve Frostleaf, leaving only a fist’s width between them.
Who would have thought I would be this close to a human one day…
Eve Frostleaf held her breath, the flames in her chest still burning.
George took out a vial of somnifacient, the same one given to him by Ji Ma, and asked, “If you can’t sleep, do you want to take a drink?”
She looked at the murky green liquid in the glass vial.
Eve Frostleaf recalled the plot from “The Tale of the Fallen Elven Queen” buried deep in her bag, where the elf queen was taken down by a little sleeping potion, her noble white body repeatedly defiled.
No! After all, George is human; who can guarantee he wouldn’t do something while I’m asleep?
Eve Frostleaf’s face remained icy as she said, “I didn’t expect your combat gear to be this dirty.”
“You’re not exactly clean yourself.”
George replied as he drank the somnifacient, closing his eyes to sleep.
Eve Frostleaf watched his face, pulling her chest tight, resolute in wanting to see through George’s intentions.
He might just be pretending, to take advantage of her while she was asleep.
But nothing happened.
George’s breathing grew regular.
Eve Frostleaf didn’t relax.
It might be that George was aware of the details of his breathing.
She waited quietly for a few minutes, only to see George’s figure gradually blur, as if he were about to vanish, just like Ji Ma sleeping on the blanket, fading away.
The flames in Eve Frostleaf’s chest burned with restlessness, prompting her to act; she reached out and tugged at George’s ear.
Once, twice, three times.
George finally opened his eyes and asked, “What’s the matter?”
Eve Frostleaf released her grip and said, “I can’t sleep; your breathing is disturbing me. I’m still a patient.”
George paused for a moment and replied, “Frostleaf, you’re acting strange today.”
“Not strange; I’ve always been like this.”
“I still remember when you were picking fleas out of your hair.”
“I can’t sleep.”
George, with no other options, turned over, naturally bumping into Eve Frostleaf as he did.
Eve Frostleaf watched George’s back and after about ten minutes, when his breathing became even again, she reached out and gently tugged on his earlobe.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re too strong, your butt’s too perky, and it’s pressing against my thigh.”
“What else can I do?”
“I’ll sleep first, and you can sleep later.”
“Frostleaf!” George turned to face her and said, “You really are impossible.”
The flames in Eve Frostleaf’s chest almost turned her heart to cinders; she was quite frustrated with this feeling. She slightly raised her chin and said:
“I can’t help it. I thought I could tolerate being with a short-lived species, but I overestimated myself and truly can’t bear it.”
“You!”
George took a deep breath, suppressing his anger.
Eve Frostleaf felt somewhat regretful but didn’t lower her head.
“Okay, but you must formally apologize to me afterward,” George said. “I can go outside.”
“No… I mean, I won’t apologize.” Eve Frostleaf felt an urge to provoke George; she couldn’t control her mouth, saying, “That’s how it is; I cannot accept apologizing to a human.”
George reached out and tightened his grip on her shoulder, saying, “Either you tell me what you’re thinking, or you go outside.”
Without a second thought, Eve Frostleaf lifted her knee and slammed into George.
Startled, George quickly squeezed his knees together; Eve Frostleaf’s strength wasn’t as heavy as he imagined, it was light, as if she was afraid of hurting something.
But still, the silver strands of Eve Frostleaf that wrapped around her thigh were pressed against him. A warmth seeped through the thin sock.
The flames in Eve Frostleaf’s chest were already raging.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re too excited; it’s disgusting.” Eve Frostleaf quickly pulled back her leg, her pale face showing a faint blush. “It’s too disgusting; you want to do that to me, don’t you?”
“You’re lying.”
“No.”
Though it is said that a woman’s heart is like a needle in the ocean.
George decided today that he would pull this needle out, asking, “What are you really thinking?”
Eve Frostleaf’s mind became slightly clearer as she reflected on her feelings.
Wilderness… filth… defilement.
She tightened her face and said, “Inferior humans have no right—”
George had already covered her mouth and said, “Frostleaf, while we are comrades, it doesn’t mean I can endlessly tolerate your insults.”
With that, George grabbed her shoulder.
Eve Frostleaf’s heart raced.
But things didn’t unfold as she expected; he pressed down on her shoulder but pushed her outward.
A little at a time, pushing her further away, so resolutely.
No, it can’t be like this.
Eve Frostleaf clutched George’s combat gear tightly, whispering, “Don’t.”
George extended his hand, prying her fingers open one by one, saying, “Either you tell me what you’re thinking, or get out.”
Then, the hand pressing down on her shoulder forcefully pushed Eve Frostleaf outward inch by inch.
“Don’t!”
Eve Frostleaf hugged George tightly, burying her head in his dirty combat gear, her forehead against his abdomen, “Don’t push me away.”
George sighed, not understanding why the usually proud Eve Frostleaf suddenly seemed like a wronged little girl. He pulled her up and asked, “What is it?”
Eve Frostleaf looked at George’s face, a myriad of emotions bottled up in her throat, ready to spill out.
She wanted to say that she didn’t care how many women he had.
She wanted him—she wanted to see George with reddened eyes, tearing off her clothes, mercilessly pinning her to the ground.
But…
What would her friends and attendants think if they saw her with George? After all, she was from a more civilized and superior race.
But what if he rejected her? Showing a look of disgust, looking down on her.
She hesitated, her eyes filling with tears as she looked at George, her expression rich with both sorrow and reproach, as if spring had come and the frost melted away.
George patiently watched her, or rather, it was the first time he had seen Eve Frostleaf display such an expression.
“You can…” Eve Frostleaf’s voice grew softer, “give me a hug, can you?”
Before she finished speaking, George pulled her into a tight embrace, his sweaty face pressed against hers.
His embrace was strong.
Eve Frostleaf softly asked, “Are you still mad at me?”
“A little.”
Eve Frostleaf slightly raised her thigh and felt George’s warmth, saying, “Sorry, I’ll use less force.”
George adjusted his position, holding her tighter.
Eve Frostleaf closed her mouth and said nothing more.
But the fire in her chest continued to burn restlessly.
She finally spoke up, “George, I have a question.”
“I can feel you’ve had a question for a while.”
“One day, can you come back to my homeland with me?” Eve Frostleaf said, “At that time, I’ll invite all my friends to come. They might be quite irritating, but it’s okay; you can just beat them up.”
“I—”
“Don’t rush to answer.” Eve Frostleaf said, “Wait until we’re in the dream, then answer me.”
“Okay.”
Eve Frostleaf closed her eyes and fell soundly asleep.
…
…
In the Dream Palace, on the third-floor terrace.
At this moment, the weather was the cloudy day that Ji Ma loved the most.
Ji Ma sat at a table on the terrace, where a piece of roasted leg of beef, with only a few bites taken out of it, lay covered with sprigs of rosemary.
The succubus Ji Ma was rubbing the cheek of a Lianxi cat.
“Meow meow meow.”
“So boring; they still haven’t entered the dream after such a long time.” Ji Ma flipped the Lianxi cat over and rubbed its swollen belly, “Something must have gone wrong.”
At that moment, the succubus Ji Ma felt that George and Eve Frostleaf had nearly entered the dream at the same time. She raised her hand and invited the two of them to the Dream Palace.
The Dream Palace slightly trembled, and from the source of the tremor, Ji Ma could sense where the guests were entering the Dream Palace. She picked up the cat, stood up, walked to the balcony, and looked at the two people appearing on the lush green grass, covered in blood.
Ji Ma was startled, dropping the cat, and said, “Big trouble! These two actually got together.”
