Chapter 16 Wife, my head hurts.

Shang Youqing walked in and took a look at the arm he stretched out. There was indeed a mosquito bite on it, and the surrounding skin was severely red and swollen.

It is normal to have many mosquitoes in the deep forest. What Shang Youqing did not expect was that the head of the He family was so pampered that his skin would become so allergic after being bitten by a mosquito.

Fortunately, when she was rummaging through the wooden box where the old lady kept her medicine, she found a Chinese herbal ointment specifically for this purpose. She told He Cong, "Don't scratch it first," and turned around to find the ointment.

She returned to the room and asked He Cong to put his arm on the wooden cabinet beside the bed. She lowered her face slightly, squeezed a bean-sized amount of ointment and applied it on the bite wound of He Cong, and reminded him again not to scratch it anymore.

He Cong stared dizzily at Shang Youqing's lowered cheek and gently opening and closing pink lips, then his gaze moved down to the red area on her arm where her fingertips had smeared the area.

Finally, his eyes darkened, and he concluded, looking at the wound where he had been bitten, "Tomorrow, the mosquito species will be wiped out from the world."

Shang Youqing paused, then looked up at him: "...Are you fever-stricken so quickly?"

He Cong's face was calm: "I am very sober."

Unfortunately, the old lady didn't have any fever-reducing medicine, so Shang Youqing could only wring out a wet towel to cool him down physically. Perhaps his consciousness was really eroded by the high fever, and soon, He Cong finally stopped sitting still.

Shang Youqing watched him lying down obediently on his side with a towel draped over him. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, his hanging arm accidentally touched a black rope on the wooden cabinet. In a moment of carelessness, the Buddha amulet on the black rope was pulled and fell down.

Seeing that the Buddha amulet was about to fall to the ground, Shang Youqing quickly caught it.

The amulet fell into the palm of my hand, heavy and carrying the thick and cold woody sandalwood scent.

Shang Youqing stared at the engraved patterns on the Buddha amulet. Somewhere in her chest that was blocked vibrated for no reason. An inexplicable emotion surged up, causing her to stretch out her fingertips and gently rub it once or twice.

But before she could confirm anything, the next second, a hand with scorching heat reached out from behind her, exerting force with its joints, and snatched the amulet from her hand unexpectedly, accompanied by an almost harsh and cold warning -

"Who allowed you to touch it?"

Shang Youqing turned around and met He Cong's gloomy gaze. He used a clean handkerchief to repeatedly wipe off the traces of her touch on the amulet. It was as if his amulet had been deliberately defiled and soiled by her.

Shang Youqing didn't want to argue with the feverish patient, so he just explained normally, "I just accidentally touched the black rope. I was afraid it would fall, so I reached out to catch it."

He Cong snorted coldly, looking as if he didn't believe her at all. He was still concentrating on wiping his precious Buddha amulet, as if he had regarded her as a heinous criminal.

“…”

Seeing this, Shang Youqing was too lazy to meddle in other people's business and just walked out.

It happened that the old lady came over from the house on the other side of the yard, shivering in the rain and holding an umbrella. Shang Youqing opened the door of the outer room and reached out to support the old lady. "What's wrong, grandma?"

Outside, the rain was pouring down. Grandma pointed toward the kitchen and said loudly, "Oh, Xiao Shang, it's raining so hard this time! The kitchen is leaking! I'll come get a bucket to collect the water!"

"Grandma, let me help you."

Shang Youqing picked up several wooden barrels on the ground at the door and went back to the kitchen with the old lady. They moved some noodles and other items under the leaking location to a safe place, and then placed the wooden barrels one by one at the leaking points to collect water.

After doing all this, Shang Youqing walked around the house to check again. After confirming that everything was correct, he spoke to comfort her: "Grandma, there shouldn't be any leaks elsewhere."

The old lady said "Hey" and patted her chest, "This time it's really thanks to you, Xiao Shang."

It was obvious that the old lady was very scared. When Shang Youqing sent her back to the house, she was still muttering, "It hasn't rained so heavily in many years." Shang Youqing told the old lady to come out and call her if anything happened again, and she would stay in the big house.

Guessing that the rain wouldn't stop for a while, Shang Youqing moved the rattan chair from the outer room to the window and lay down on it, covering herself with only a thin blanket that her grandmother had given her. As the rain slammed heavily against the window sill outside, she gradually closed her eyes due to sleepiness.

The heavy rain did not subside until the second half of the night.

The thunder continued to roar uninterruptedly. After an unknown amount of time, He Cong, who was in a coma on the bed in the inner room, suddenly opened his eyes.

He Congzhi sat on the bed for a while, then stood up and pushed open the door to the inner room.

He walked mechanically with heavy steps and long legs to the rattan chair by the window. His eyes, as deep as ink, drooped down, staring intently at Shang Youqing who was sleeping on the rattan chair.

After a long while, he slowly squatted down, reached out and pushed the blanket on Shang Youqing to her chest, then obediently placed his head on her thin and soft belly, buried his hot breath into her, and gently hugged her waist.

Shang Youqing was almost immediately awakened by the scorching breath.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that the blanket that should have been covering her stomach was piled messily on her chest. He Cong, who had warned and shown disgust to her not long ago, was now hugging her waist, almost burying his hot face into the hem of her skirt.

His mind went blank for a moment, and Shang Youqing immediately reacted. He raised his hand and pushed the man away. "Mr. He?"

He Cong's upper body swayed slightly from being pushed, but he didn't get up. Instead, he took her hand and placed it on his forehead, his thin, pale lips opening and closing, "Wife, my head hurts."

Shang Youqing: “…”

No need to ask, this is clearly sleepwalking again.

Shang Youqing pulled her hand back and tried to get up from the rattan chair, but He Cong's entire body was squatting beside her legs, making it impossible to move him. He didn't give her a chance to leave at all. Shang Youqing said coldly, "Get out."

He Cong blinked slowly, then grabbed her wrist tightly as she tried to push him away, hugged her tighter, and said, "No."

"Mr. He, please wake up. I'm not your wife. I'm Shang Youqing."

"No, it's my wife." As if with emotion, He Cong bit the palm of her hand that she had just pulled away from and was about to push his head away. His hot lips and teeth pressed down heavily, and he reiterated stubbornly, "Don't push me away, my wife, no."

“…”

Forget it, no matter how much she said to a human being who was in a sleepwalking state, it would be useless.

Shang Youqing originally refrained from kicking He Cong because he saw that He Cong had a serious back injury and a high fever.

Now it seems that he not only refuses to stop but also becomes more aggressive and attacks others. Even if Shang Youqing has a good temper, he will not tolerate his repeated presumption.

So, almost at the moment when he was biting the palm of his hand and carefully extending his tongue to lick the inside of her wrist, she raised her leg and kicked him hard in the chest without thinking.