Chapter 41 Applying Medicine

Jiang Xi went to get the medicine for his injuries, and he and Shang Yuji looked at each other. Seeing her cold face, he felt a dull pain in his heart: "Aji..."

His face and body were covered in so much flesh that Shang Yuji didn't know where to begin.

"How did you do it before?"

"After wiping it clean, apply some wound medicine, and the wound will heal by the next day." Jiang Xi sat down on the cushioned recliner, timidly raising her moist fox-like eyes, as if begging for mercy.

Aside from open wounds, most bruises heal with rest; in short, it's a very resilient body.

That said, this is more like the protagonist setting in a certain kind of novel, a body that will never break no matter what you do, with extremely high resilience.

In addition to her exceptional flexibility and stunning beauty, although it is speculated that she was actually reading a political intrigue novel, it is hard not to say that Jiang Xiqu did not mislead her perception.

She picked up a warm, damp cloth and gently wiped the bruise. Jiang Xi hadn't looked away since she looked up, staring straight at it.

Ah Ji was still willing to touch him, and Ah Ji wasn't angry.

Thinking of this, his previously timid expression relaxed, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips, but it pulled at the wound on his mouth, causing him to gasp in pain.

He stared blankly at Shang Yuji, and when he saw her laugh, he wanted to laugh too, but then he aggravated his wound.

Shang Yuji applied a piece of ointment: "You'll never forget the lesson."

Why would she be angry? Martial arts training inevitably involves injuries, and at least he knows that if you get injured, you should go to a clinic for medicine.

"Tell me if you get hurt next time."

"Um……"

"Of course, I'll try my best to avoid getting hurt if possible, because I'll feel bad for you too."

Hearing that it hurt, Jiang Xi quickly said, "Don't feel pain in your heart!"

Knowing he had misunderstood her words, Shang Yuji laughed out loud: "Haha..."

"Hey...hiss—"

She spread the slightly cool ointment with her fingertips. Being too close, the bitter taste of the medicine was completely covered by her scent. The application of the medicine, which was exactly the same as before, had quietly changed its flavor.

The wounds on his face had been treated, but the ones on his body still needed treatment. Shang Yuji ironed a handkerchief and pointed to his clothes: "Take them off."

Jiang Xi took off her clothes one by one without hesitation, gradually revealing what looked like peeled lotus seeds, with the tender white lotus heart hidden beneath.

The doors and windows were tightly closed, keeping the cold wind out. Inside, the burning charcoal crackled, but Jiang Xi didn't feel the cold.

Even as her gaze slowly swept over her exposed skin, he vaguely felt a surge of heat rising from within, burning the places she had looked at.

Shang Yuji was amazed. This person had practiced martial arts for half a year, but instead of becoming as tall and strong as Xiang Fei, his skin and muscles were firmer and more powerful, and his lines were not as soft as before, but looked much smoother.

Some people are naturally slender no matter how much they exercise; perhaps their physique is just like that.

Her gaze seemed so intense that it made him tremble slightly.

Jiang Xi stammered, "Ah, Ah Ji...?"

Shang Yuji withdrew her surveying gaze and began to carefully wipe her wounds. The bruises and purple marks on her snow-white skin created a stark contrast, making her less pitiful but more tragically beautiful, which made one want to depict her on the canvas.

The skin she touched was smooth and delicate, unlike the rough skin of ordinary martial artists. Shang Yuji applied the ointment too carefully, and when she looked up, she realized that the snow-white skin under her palm had been tinged with pink at some point.

Like a pink and white lotus flower, it trembles and blooms gently in the breeze.

"Ah Ji... This is so strange, oh, I feel so uncomfortable..."

A faint, lingering plea, seemingly in pain yet not quite, reached her ears. The speaker's face was flushed, her brows were slightly furrowed, fine beads of sweat appeared on her nose, her lips were bitten until they were bright red, and a single, crystal-clear tear fell from her glassy fox-like eyes, tracing a path across her equally crimson mole.

More than the pitiful sight of pear blossoms in the rain, it resembles a tender plea for rain and dew.

He moved to the side where Shang Yuji was standing and pressed his head against her waist and abdomen. Shang Yuji was afraid of accidentally pressing on her wound, so she didn't move.

"Waaah, I know, I was wrong... Ah Ji, please don't bully me."

With his sticky voice and awful words, he was practically defaming people.

I have to say, his body is incredibly sensitive...

No, things seem to have gone wrong.

"I didn't bully you." Shang Yuji tried to avoid his injuries, rubbing his waist and the top of his head that he was leaning against, trying to soothe the person in her arms who was becoming a little unruly.

"It's so strange... Ah Ji touching me feels even worse than when they hit me..."

The person buried his head in her arms and rubbed against her, his voice muffled through her clothes: "But I still want Aji to touch me..."

Shang Yuji tried to stop the chaotic scene: "Is the Heart-Connecting Gu taking effect? ​​Should we lie down and rest for a while?"

The two senior doctors said that Gu worms are not very active in winter. During the cold winter, most Gu worms will hibernate. But it is hard to say whether the medicine was applied to them.

"Will Aji rest with me?"

She admired his courage in facing the challenge, but as the source of his frustration, she chose to give up: "No, you sleep by yourself."

Because he had his face pressed against her waist, Shang Yuji couldn't see his expression. She only saw him take her hand that was stroking her head and slowly pull it down until he touched her delicate touch again. Jiang Xi whispered:

"Then I won't rest either, Ah Ji... touch me again."

Shang Yuji's gaze shifted downwards. His clothes had slipped down to his waist and abdomen, piled up in layers. There must also be injuries on his legs. However, it seemed that he was no longer suitable to stay indoors.

Lifting his head, which was pressed against his waist, Shang Yuji pushed him back: "Treat the injury on your leg yourself. I'll go out first."

Those pitiful eyes looked at her with a hint of resentment. Shang Yuji turned and left, leaving the woman, who looked as if she had just experienced lovemaking and whose face was full of spring bliss, alone in the empty room.

She ran out of the room, letting the cold wind blow away the dryness on her face.

Applying the medicine was a difficult task for both of them.

It seems I'll have to cancel my plans to help apply the medicine in the future.

Just as she was thinking about something, she heard heart-wrenching cries coming from inside the room. The cries were filled with unbearable sobs, and the voices called out her name in a sweet and seductive tone.

One sound after another, burning Shang Yuji's ears.

Jiangxi, you're finished!

With a "bang," the door opened and closed again.

Those who went out have returned.

The person who had been slumped against the recliner just moments before now hunched over, their bare back revealing a beautiful spine as they curled up into a ball. The person kneeling on the recliner, inhaling the lingering scent, heard the noise, turned their face to the side—a face flushed crimson, tears streaming down their face—and called out in a daze, "A-Ji."

"You've only been out for a short while and you've already gotten yourself into this state," Shang Yuji said helplessly. "Didn't I tell you to apply medicine to the wound on your leg?"

“…Ah Ji…”

With a thud, the person on the recliner lost their balance and fell to the ground. They scrambled to her legs, their clothes, which were barely hanging at their waist, now disheveled and only partially covering their body.

His hands, like vines, wrapped around her legs, but she couldn't force them off. He seemed completely oblivious to her injuries: "You're still injured, get up first."

Sobbing and choking: "Aji, don't leave me... Waaah, no, don't, all alone..."

The more he spoke, the more Shang Yuji wanted to cover her face.

Finally, she gave up and pointed at the recliner: "You sit on it, or I'll never talk to you again!"

"Waaah!"

Can't!

Fearing that Ah Ji would really ignore him, Jiang Xi scrambled and rolled back onto the recliner.

Jiang Xi sat there, at a loss, tears streaming down her face.

Shang Yuji approached him, draped a blanket over him to keep him warm, and then directly took off the rickety belt. With the belt loosened, the clothes that were barely hanging there were no longer restrained and scattered all over the ground.

"Take it all off, apply it yourself, I'm not leaving!"

Hearing that she wasn't leaving, Jiang Xi beamed with joy, letting tears well up in her long eyelashes as she struggled to move.

A quick glance revealed his well-proportioned, slender legs, with a balanced physique and proportionate bone structure—no wonder they were made of legs that seemed to belong to him.

Shang Yuji sat on one side of the recliner, her eyes just closed, thinking that he should apply medicine to her, not wanting anyone to get close, their warm breath so close.

"Ah Ji...it...it can't go down?"

Otherwise, guess why she stormed out.

I tried to cut my losses in time, but it failed.

With her eyes closed, Shang Yuji took out a handkerchief from her sleeve pocket and tossed it in the direction of the sound: "Handle it yourself, you don't need to give the handkerchief back to me."

A handkerchief with a familiar fragrance was flicked onto Jiang Xiqu's face. He took it with both hands, buried his face in the handkerchief, and took a deep breath.

After a moment, he looked up from under the handkerchief and asked in confusion, "Aji, what should I do?"

Shang Yuji didn't know how to explain for a moment. A weight pressed down on his shoulder, and he rubbed his head against her shoulder: "Do I need to wrap it with a handkerchief, and then—wait—and then—do that—is that okay?"

The most direct language is suited to the simplest censored words.

"Tell me, where did you learn that?" she asked hastily, forgetting to close her eyes, and pressed down on his arm.

Upon meeting her gaze, Shang Yuji immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Those clean and pure eyes truly belong to the innocent Jiang Xi she once was.

Rather than conveying the meaning of the content, he seemed to be repeating the words in the book.

Jiang Xi replied, "In the storybook my master gave me, there was a story about a protagonist who was drugged, and then through—and—going together—the drug was cured, and their feelings for each other deepened."

She hesitated for a moment, wondering if this was a legitimate storybook.

If it can solve an immediate crisis, then it can be considered a decent storybook.

"Fine, just do as the book says." Shang Yuji closed her eyes, leaned back in the recliner, and looked like a fish that had lost its dreams, devoid of any luster.

Jiang Xi leaned his head against her shoulder, working hard with his back bent. In order not to get the handkerchief that A Ji had given him dirty, he decided to keep it as a keepsake and use his own.

At first, he couldn't find the right method, and the restlessness inside him stirred up. He frowned, and it wasn't until he hummed and called the name of the person beside him that he finally got it right.

The nose was filled with the bitter scent of ointment and the strong fragrance of night-blooming cereus, and a melodious call rang in her ears. She closed her eyes, and the heightened presence of her other senses made her want to escape from this place.

It was truly an absurd and unbearable ordeal.

She will never apply medicine to him again!