Mo Yunzhao didn't believe him, so he was always on guard, ready to deliver a fatal blow to his manhood at any moment.

But after that, Ling Jingyu became very well-behaved.

She sat quietly, hearing only the sound of stirring and the aroma of medicine filling her nostrils.

Ling Jingyu was preparing the medicine, but he was distracted by watching Mo Yunzhao. He found her guarded look as cute as a little rabbit with its ears perked up, listening for danger.

After preparing the medicine and applying it to a specially made silk ribbon, he walked to the bedside and looked down at her.

"Applying medicine, you don't mind if I get close, do you?"

Mo Yunzhao gave a soft hum, closed his eyes, and carefully folded his hands, which could have attacked at any moment, in front of his abdomen.

"I am a gentleman, so I should ask questions, otherwise I will become a eunuch."

He said with pity, "I can't bear to see A-Zhao live as a widow."

Mo Yunzhao gritted his teeth: "Ling Jingyu!"

"I'm not teasing you anymore, let's apply the medicine." Ling Jingyu smiled and bent down, placing the silk ribbon with medicine on her eyes, then moved closer and tied the ribbon.

His approach made Mo Yunzhao forget her embarrassment and anger, and she suddenly froze.

His loose strands of hair lightly touched the tip of her nose, while his clothes brushed against her cheeks.

It has a very unique medicinal fragrance, like clouds swirling around the tip of your nose.

She felt the light touch of that hair, like a feather, tickling her heart.

And those clothes, like hammers, were pounding against her heart.

The unique medicinal scent emanating from him gradually relaxed her stiff body.

She felt the scent was familiar, so familiar that it made her feel safe, and even caused a dull ache in her heart.

She inhaled the aroma of the medicine deeply, clenching her fists tightly as if trying to grasp it.

But, like quicksand, it slipped through her fingers.

"Don't cry."

The cold fingertips brushed past the corner of his eye, jolting Mo Yunzhao back to his senses.

She turned her head away uncomfortably. "It's not crying, it's the medicine irritating my eyes."

Ling Jingyu gave a gentle "hmm," and asked, "Ah Zhao, were you just moved by me?"

Mo Yunzhao replied calmly, "If the heart is unmoved, then one is dead."

Ling Jingyu smiled, then climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged opposite her. "I'll massage the acupoints around your eyes for you. My hands are a little cold, so please bear with it."

Mo Yunzhao didn't say much.

Since you've decided to treat your eyes, then cooperate.

Moreover, Ling Jingyu is actually quite a gentleman; he just likes to flirt.

Ling Jingyu was also serious. Wearing ice silk gloves, he first pressed his hands to her temples and gently massaged them.

The coldness truly seeped into the skin and penetrated to the bone marrow.

However, a force quickly made her forget the biting cold.

Ling Jingyu's fingertips seemed to possess a magical power.

What made Mo Yunzhao feel comfortable was not physical comfort, but mental comfort and a great deal of relaxation.

When his hand left his temples and came to his eyebrows, he gently stroked along the delicate willow-leaf shape.

It made her feel incredibly relaxed, at ease, and safe like never before.

Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm, golden glow inside the room.

On the daybed, they were all dressed in red, sitting cross-legged facing each other.

She sat quietly, and he gently stroked her brow with his fingertips.

Time stood still, and even the air seemed to carry their beauty.

After an unknown amount of time, Ling Jingyu tenderly stroked her brow before reluctantly withdrawing his hand.

"You'll be fine after today's treatment. Your eyes can't see light for now."

His departure left Mo Yunzhao's heart feeling empty. She asked, "How long? Is that alright?"