Chapter 105 Applying the Medicine He thought to himself: I'll make you think about it.

Half an incense stick later, the female doctor arrived, and Xiao Qiyu, to avoid suspicion, waited outside the door.

After the examination, the female doctor said to Cui Ying, "Madam is fine. It's just that she has just had intercourse for the first time and there are some minor tears and injuries. She doesn't need to take any medicine; she just needs to rest and recuperate."

After saying that, he took out a small porcelain box from his medicine chest and said, "Madam, apply this ointment to the wound every morning and evening after you have cleansed yourself. With careful care, it should heal in about three days. Remember that you should not have sex again for half a month."

Cui Ying blushed. She had been hesitant to speak at first, but seeing that everyone else was so open and generous, she felt no longer shy and nodded in agreement. She then asked a few more questions about precautions before leaving.

The female doctor had just left when Xiao Qiyu strode in, his thick eyebrows furrowed, clearly anxious from waiting. His gaze fell on Cui Ying's face, and he asked immediately, "How is she? Is she alright?"

Cui Ying was about to tell the truth when her eyes suddenly lit up, her face darkened, and her tone became extremely serious: "The doctor said that my condition is very serious, and I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of bed for at least a year or two."

Xiao Qiyu believed it to be true, and the color drained from her face. She turned to go out again, saying, "I'll go ask her again."

"Alright, alright!" Cui Ying quickly interjected, afraid he would actually ask, "I was just kidding. Look how scared you are. The doctor said it's not that serious, but you just need to take the medicine every day, and you can't—"

The words "sexual intercourse" were particularly profane, and Cui Ying stopped herself in time, almost spitting out her tongue, and looked away.

Xiao Qiyu already understood, but his mind was no longer on teasing her. He simply walked to the bedside and asked seriously, "What medicine should I use?"

Cui Ying reached out and handed him the small white porcelain medicine box that the female doctor had left behind: "Here, this is it."

Xiao Qiyu took the medicine, sat down, opened the medicine box, carefully examined the color of the ointment, and then brought it close to his nose to sniff it. Only after confirming that there was no evil smell did he feel relieved.

"Where is it used?" he asked instinctively without thinking.

Without thinking, Cui Ying blurted out, "The medicine for treating the lower body is naturally applied there as well."

As soon as they finished speaking, their eyes met.

Cui Ying realized what was happening, her face instantly turning bright red. She glared at Xiao Qiyu, both embarrassed and angry, and muttered, "You bastard! You know perfectly well what you're asking!"

Her almond-shaped eyes, reddish and captivating, made Xiao Qiyu's heart flutter. Even being called a bastard felt like flirting. The pain from the slap on his face had long since faded, leaving only a slight itch.

He spoke again, his tone softening: "No matter what, it was all my fault."

Cui Ying snorted coldly and turned her face away: "It's good that you know."

"I won't do it again next time," Xiao Qiyu promised in a low voice.

Cui Ying slowly turned her face back, which had been turned away, her eyes wide with shock, and said, "You actually want to do it again!"

Seeing her puffed-up face, Xiao Qiyu's relaxed brows furrowed slightly, and he looked intently into her eyes, asking in return, "Don't you want to?"

"No! I don't want to think about it anymore!" Cui Ying denied without even thinking, shaking her head like a rattle drum.

The atmosphere fell silent. Xiao Qiyu didn't speak again, clutching the ointment tightly in his palm.

It's alright, Cui Tuantuan.

He thought to himself: I'll make you think about it.

...

After dressing Cui Ying, Xiao Qiyu ignored her resistance, rolled her up tightly in the blanket like a spring roll, and carried her back to Qiyun Pavilion in broad daylight, disregarding the stares of others.

After settling her in, he privately sent someone to Bodhi Hall to report that the young mistress had been feeling unwell recently and needed to rest for a few days, so she could not visit the old lady for the time being, and asked her not to worry.

Lady Wang had already guessed what was going on, and not only did she readily agree, but she also specially instructed the kitchen to stew a blood-nourishing soup for Cui Ying, her attitude speaking volumes.

After returning to her familiar bed, Cui Ying felt dizzy again. She chased Xiao Qiyu away and then fell into a deep sleep.

She had thought that given the horrific scene of the previous night, she would need to stay in bed for at least three to five days to recover, but her body's ability to heal seemed to far exceed her expectations.

After a drowsy morning, by the afternoon, although the embarrassing spot was still aching terribly, Cui Ying was able to get out of bed and walk around with difficulty. Because she had exhausted herself the night before and had only eaten a bowl of bird's nest porridge in the morning, her stomach was empty and her appetite was great. She ate half a bowl more rice than usual at dinner and enjoyed everything.

My body is recovering, but my mindset has been completely transformed and is no longer the same.

She could no longer calmly face the weeping crabapple tree outside the window.

The flowers were originally extremely beautiful and elegant, with a good meaning. But now, just the sight of those pink petals made her hear the patter of night rain, suppressed breathing, and the soft sound of pearls rolling down her cheeks. Her face began to burn uncontrollably, and she had to hurriedly look away, her heart pounding.

Then, she found herself unable to look people in the eye anymore.

When Aunt Zhang heard that she was not feeling well, she came to visit her and asked her with concern if she was still feeling unwell and if she needed to call a doctor again.

Listening to her aunt's gentle instructions and looking at her serene profile, Cui Ying was moved, but at the same time, an uncontrollable thought popped into her mind:

This gentle and dignified third aunt, in private, might also...

The thought had barely crossed Cui Ying's mind when she wanted to slap herself.

"Nonsense!" she cursed herself inwardly.

If Yangyang hadn't gone through all that, would she have just popped out of a rock?

After Zhang left, Cui Ying's gaze involuntarily drifted to Cui Jin, who was pouring tea for her.

Cui Jin looked serious and moved with maturity. Although her eyes were on the tea, her peripheral vision was always on her young mistress, afraid that she might not see her frown.

Cui Ying thought to herself: Cui Jin is already eighteen this year. I can't keep her from getting married for the rest of her life. If she gets a husband, she must marry him...

Ah! I can't think about it anymore!

Cui Ying threw herself back under the covers, burying herself completely, leaving only a patch of her red, steaming ear exposed.

"You're finished, Cui Ying! You're finished!"

Cui Ying wailed inwardly: You've become a complete lecher! Your mind is filled with nothing but that kind of thing between men and women! Don't you have anything else on your mind?!

She wished she could immediately rip her brain out, throw it in water, scrub and rub it to wash away all the filthy thoughts, and then leave it to dry under the scorching sun of the hottest days of summer for three days to make sure it was spotless before she could even consider putting it back.

But brains aren't like hair that can grow back after it falls out; once they're dug out, they can never be put back in.

...It's all Xiao Qiyu's fault!

After going around in circles complaining, Cui Ying finally blamed Xiao Qiyu.

Yes, it's all his fault! If it weren't for him, she would never have become such a strange person, and she would still be able to happily read those stories that deceive young girls, spending her days curiously fantasizing about how interesting things between men and women are.

That damned Xiao Qiyu!

Cui Ying pretended to be dead in bed for a long time, not even knowing when she fell asleep.

I woke up once in the middle of the night and vaguely saw that the night was already deep. The evening breeze swept through the courtyard and brushed past the weeping crabapple trees outside the window, bringing with it a soft sound of falling petals. The pink and white petals fluttered down, just like a beautiful snowfall.

Cui Ying stared at the flower for a moment, but still feeling sleepy, her eyelids drooped and she went back to sleep.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but in a half-dream, half-awake state, she felt the blankets sink slightly, as if there was someone else beside her.

The thought had barely crossed her mind when a familiar, refreshing fragrance filled her nostrils. A warm chest pressed against her back, and a strong arm wrapped around her waist from behind, gently pulling her into its embrace.

The sound of falling flowers outside the window seemed to intensify, and the two people's shallow breaths rose and fell, gradually merging together.

The boy was burning hot, like a ball of fire burning inside him. Cui Ying soon broke out in a sweat and unconsciously pushed him away.

But every time she pushed, the arm tightened even more, and the force became even more determined.

Cui Ying was so angry in her sleep that she didn't care where she was and bit down hard.

Xiao Qiyu cried out in pain.

They didn't stop it.

He let Cui Ying bite his chest, his pulse pounding rapidly in his neck, all his senses focused on feeling the girl's delicate teeth, a tingling pain spreading through his limbs.

"Have you applied the medicine?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

The flickering lamplight seeped into the bed curtains. Cui Ying gritted her teeth until they ached, and then, in a daze, she let go. Subconsciously, she sensed that the meat tasted good, and she was quite reluctant to part with it.

She was still half asleep and mumbled, "What medicine..."

Xiao Qiyu remained silent.

He felt like he must have lost his mind, otherwise how could he expect someone who doesn't even eat three meals a day to take medication regularly?

The lamp outside the tent flickered, the candlelight danced, and the light and shadow swayed.

Xiao Qiyu quietly got up, took the white porcelain medicine box, scooped out a small piece of glistening, cool ointment with her fingertips, then lifted a corner of the quilt and began to separate Cui Ying's knees that were pressed together.

Cui Ying was half asleep and didn't pay attention at first, until—

Ah! It's so cool!

Cui Ying suddenly woke up, her eyes still heavy with sleep, but wide open like never before, filled with a look of utter terror and helplessness as if she had seen a ghost.

"Don't move," Xiao Qiyu said in a low, unusually calm voice, "I'm applying medicine for you."

Cui Ying then realized where the chill came from and instinctively kicked Xiao Qiyu.

Xiao Qiyu seized the opportunity to grab her ankle and pull her in front of him.

The two moved closer together.

"You...you...you...what kind of ointment did you use?!" Feeling the chill deep within her body, Cui Ying was so anxious that she became incoherent.

Xiao Qiyu raised an eyebrow slightly, and in the dim, flickering light, lowered his eyes to leisurely admire her exasperated appearance.

He laughed: "Guess?"

Cui Ying's hair stood on end as she craned her neck to look.

When Cui Ying saw the glistening ointment on those fair and slender fingers, she breathed a sigh of relief and sank back into the quilt.

"Don't worry," Xiao Qiyu said, her gaze focused as she carefully applied the cooling ointment, her movements gentle and her tone earnest, "It won't hurt you."

"Much thinner than that."

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Author's note: I still feel the effects of revising five times in one day the day before yesterday; I feel completely drained.