Chapter 4782 — False Alarm
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In truth, that lookout was already holed up on the backup observation platform; Wei Zhao's post was nothing but a prank's decoy—no one would ever take him seriously.
Wei Zhao and Huo Yudie turned and climbed the lookout platform. It was the highest point, offering a commanding view of everything below. As long as visibility held, one could see not only the full scope of the ancient warship beneath but the sea for hundreds of li around; of course, if sea fog rolled in, that was another matter entirely.
But the weather these past two days had been excellent—cloudless skies from horizon to horizon, not a single cloud to be seen, let alone sea fog. Up here, Wei Zhao and Huo Yudie might as well have been sightseeing, for the strange scenery of this place could be viewed from nowhere else—the climb had not been wasted.
Two days passed without a single peril, so naturally Wei Zhao had no need to issue any evasive orders. Watching the view and chatting with Huo Yudie, he felt rather at ease.
Huo Yudie savored it too. To sit thus, the sea breeze on her face, nestled against Wei Zhao in their own private world—it was almost the most wonderful thing she could imagine.
Yet she knew it could not last. Even if Wei Zhao never gave Okuda Qi a handle against him, once they reached the Eastern Continent the two of them would have to part; whether they would ever meet again was uncertain, let alone spend their lives together.
When night fell, stars filled the sky above and the sea glittered with countless points of light below. That dreamlike, illusory scene lent their private world a warmth and romance all the more tender, and the two, already leaning close in ambiguity, could not help but feel a certain stirring.
"Wei Zhao…" Huo Yudie called softly, cheeks flushed crimson, as if something had crossed her mind.
"What is it?" Wei Zhao turned to glance at her, then hastily turned back, not daring to look again. Against the beauty of the night, Huo Yudie's air was at once innocent and alluring; the strange temptation woven of the two nearly overwhelmed even Wei Zhao's self-restraint.
"The poison from my leg wound—I think it's flared up again…" Huo Yudie bit her lip, head lowered, squirming. "You… could you suck it out for me again?"
"Hm?" Wei Zhao was stunned. That poison had been drawn out long ago—how could it suddenly flare up?
Under his gaze, Huo Yudie's face flushed deeper still, her fair neck turning a tempting scarlet. She urged him in a low voice, "Hurry…"
Wei Zhao swallowed speechlessly, finally understanding what she was hinting at. Could it be that the girl had been reminded by the first mate's little joke?
Silence fell over them. Faced with Huo Yudie's adorable, bashful expression, Wei Zhao felt a surge of tender affection; forcing down the instinctive urge, he said with difficulty, "Yudie, I can't make you any promises. After we reach the Eastern Continent, we may…"
"I don't care!" Huo Yudie covered his mouth with her hand, their faces now a finger's breadth apart. Each could feel the other's feverish breath; their breathing and composure were already in disarray.
"I…" Wei Zhao was about to say something when Huo Yudie suddenly did something extraordinarily bold—she reached out and pressed his head down toward her skirts. After tonight there might never be such a chance again; as a girl, she had thrown all caution to the winds.
With the familiar scent of her young body so close at hand, Wei Zhao's mind was a tangled mess. The girl had already gone this far—what was he to do?
Just then, the jade pendant at his chest gave an urgent, frantic warning. Wei Zhao snapped to his senses and hastily stopped Huo Yudie's bold advance. In his fluster he swept a glance at the sea ahead, then quickly activated the sound-transmission array beside him and shouted at the top of his voice, "Change course! Danger ahead!"