Su Miao subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to touch the wound on Shen Changji's forehead, but after thinking about it, she withdrew her hand.

Just as she pulled her hand back, Shen Changji seized the opportunity to grab her.

Put it directly on your forehead.

"You clearly want to care, so why are you backing down?"

With a pull from Shen Changji, Su Miao leaned into his arms, and the man's strong arms wrapped around her waist.

Because of her height, Su Miao could only look up at him.

To allow Su Miao to see more clearly, Shen Changji deliberately bent down and leaned forward.

The scorching heat hit her face, causing her long eyelashes to tremble slightly, making her feel somewhat uncomfortable.

The more she tried to pull her hand back, the tighter Chen Changji gripped her wrist.

"Don't hold on so tightly."

As soon as Su Miao moved, she heard a long, silent gasp.

"See... I told you not to move. You were gripping so tightly, and my fingernails aren't short, so I was bound to poke you."

Does it hurt?

"It hurts, it hurts a lot."

His deep, quiet voice was slightly hoarse, and he didn't hide it, his gaze fixed intently on Su Miao in his arms.

Su Miao blushed instantly when Shen Changji stared at her so directly, and she reached out to cover his eyes.

She really didn't want him to keep staring at her like that...

In particular, the tenderness in his deep eyes could completely disrupt her calm heart.

It's complicated, and I can't quite put my finger on it...

She nudged Shen Changji: "Let go, I'll go apply the medicine for you."

"Where's the first-aid kit? I'll go get it."

"You've just finished court, why don't you rest for a bit? I'll go."

Upon hearing this, a hint of pleasure flashed in Shen Changji's eyes, and he softly replied, "Okay."

He loosened his grip, and Su Miao immediately went to get the medicine box.

As Shen Changji watched Su Miao's graceful back, he suddenly felt that the wound on his forehead didn't seem to hurt so much anymore.

But when Su Miao returned with the medicine box, Shen Changji, sitting on the couch, had a pained expression on his face again.

He propped his head up with his hand, his jaw clenched, as if the pain from that small wound had seeped into his very bones...

Su Miao couldn't help but shake her head.

Anyone who didn't know better would think General Shen had his head smashed open...

Su Miao gently touched Shen Changji's forehead with a cotton ball soaked in medicinal wine. She tried to be as gentle as possible, but Shen Changji still cried out in pain.

"Does it hurt that much?" she couldn't help but ask.

"If you blow on it, it might stop hurting."

"It's as if I could perform a magical feat by blowing on something, making it so that people wouldn't feel any pain..."

"Why don't you try it and see?"

Su Miao glanced at Shen Changji and pressed the cotton in her hand directly onto the wound on Shen Changji's forehead.

This blow, though heavy, was silent and long.

He simply looked at her, his long, dark eyes filled with a deep, unfathomable darkness, like a bottomless, icy pool that seemed to want to pull her in.

Su Miao held her breath and concentrated, as that indescribable emotion surged in her chest once again.

This feeling... was something she had never experienced before.

Even when facing Pei Yu before, she didn't...

Because they were so close, she could see the bloodshot in Shen Changji's eyes. As if possessed, she sat up slightly and gently blew on his wound.

If you ask her why she's like this, she doesn't know either...

Just as she was about to sit down, his deep, dark eyes locked onto her, and he lowered his head to approach the lips that had been tempting him for so long.

The heat brushed against her face.

A warm kiss landed...

He reached out and scooped it up.

Su Miao sat on his lap, her whole body enveloped in his arms.

The light-colored skirt brushed against his court robes.

The room was too quiet, and Su Miao was so sensitive that she felt even his breathing was filled with desire, making her heart tremble.

Shen Changji clearly sensed Su Miao's change; this was a prelude to her being aroused.

Her face began to flush, her breathing became rapid, and a surge of uncontrollable heat churned within her.

"A deep, long silence!"

She admitted that the man was very capable.

He asked in a deep, hoarse voice, "Would Pei Yu have treated you like this before?"

Su Miao was stunned for a moment before she gradually came to her senses.

"He's not as shameless as you."

"That means there isn't one."

Yes... she admitted that Pei Yu hadn't treated her that way.

She hadn't even imagined things would come to that point.

"Admit it, I feel more for you."

He held her slender waist, his voice slightly raised.

Su Miao: "..."

She was familiar with this sentence, because she had told Shen Changji before that she felt it more than Liu Jiaojiao.

Su Miao: "What are you trying to say now?"

"I want to set up a small clinic for you in Beijing."

Su Miao was quite surprised when she heard this.

"But..." she hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

“You’re not a cousin of the Duke’s family, so you don’t need to worry about so much. Besides, the previous Doctor Su was quite famous in the capital.”

"You are now the Princess of Su, and you can do whatever you want. But the Duke's Mansion will always be your support."

"But I got in by using a fake identity!"

"So what? You are a member of the Duke's mansion." Shen Changji's tone was very certain.

He is the head of the family. As long as he acknowledges it, who would dare to doubt him?

Shen Changji knew that this news was quite a shock to Su Miao.

It's okay, he can give her time to recover.

“As long as you want it, as long as you’re willing, the clinic can be opened anytime,” Shen Changji added.

His dark eyes were deep and intense as he gazed at her intently.

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