"Left Bank, are you okay?"

Hua Qingcheng, filled with worry, suddenly pushed open the dormitory door and her eyes fell on Zuo An, only to see him holding the edge of the bed and retching in pain.

Seeing this, Hua Qingcheng took two steps at a time and hurried forward, gently patting the man's back to help him calm down.

"What can I do for you, sir?"

Zuo An forced himself to cheer up, lowered his eyes slightly, pushed away Hua Qingcheng's hand a little uncomfortably, and pretended to be "I'm fine".

Hua Qingcheng frowned slightly, a look of worry on her face. She said anxiously, "No, you're feeling so uncomfortable. It must be because your previous injuries haven't healed yet, and you took the wrong medicine, which has laid the foundation for your illness. I'll send someone to ask the Second Elder to come and treat you."

Previously, in order to protect Mu Lige's safe delivery, Zuo An killed more than 700 assassins by himself. After that, he went out to compete (actually to settle accounts with Chen Tangli) and returned with serious injuries.

It was a pity that he had fought so hard and should have rested properly, but unexpectedly, Monk Hua gave him the wrong medicine, which aggravated his injuries and nearly cost him his life. Every time Hua Qingcheng thought of this, she was filled with fear. Seeing Zuo An retching non-stop, her heart suddenly hung in the air, and her worry was beyond words.

However, the arrogant man in front of her didn't seem to appreciate Hua Qingcheng's kindness. He suppressed a strong feeling of nausea and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "I already said that this uncle... ugh... is fine. You woman... ugh... are really nosy!"

Although Zuo An himself didn't understand why he suddenly felt so uncomfortable and even wanted to vomit, his fatal self-esteem would never allow him to show any weakness or embarrassment in front of this woman.

The more caring and worried Hua Qingcheng was about him, the more uncomfortable Zuo An felt, as if he was a blank piece of paper that could be seen through. All he wanted was to get rid of this woman and never let her see the softest corner of his heart.

However, Zuo An obviously underestimated Hua Qingcheng. This woman was also the type of person who would stick to what she had decided on.

"You are my man, so I will take care of everything that happens to you."

Hua Qingcheng gently reached out her hand and tucked a small strand of hair from Zuo An's forehead behind his ear. Then, she fetched a basin of warm water and a handkerchief, first wiping Zuo An's face. Then, after the man had finished retching, she picked him up without hesitation and carefully placed him on the bed, letting him lie down and rest.

"Nalan Qingcheng, you..." Being treated so tenderly by Hua Qingcheng, Zuo An's originally fair and jade-like handsome face couldn't help but blush slightly, as tempting as a ripe apple. Under the dim light, his charming demeanor was even more apparent.

Hua Qingcheng seemed to have discovered something new and interesting. She narrowed her beautiful eyes, gently stroked her chin, and teased, "Zuo'an, actually... when you don't speak, you look quite gentle. Moreover, you have a temperament that makes people feel very down-to-earth and at ease. You have the potential to be a virtuous husband..."

Hearing Hua Qingcheng's words, Zuo An's cheeks instantly became extremely hot, like a burning cloud. Then, a trace of anger and humiliation surged in his heart after his thoughts were discovered.

However, Master Zuo'an still feigned composure and snorted coldly, saying arrogantly, "Humph! This is a complete joke! I am the chief assassin of the Luosha Sect, wielding the Frost Sword. I kill without being noticed. I can take an enemy's head within ten steps as easily as taking something from a bag, and I can chase them for a thousand miles without leaving a single enemy alive. You, woman, actually compare me to those weak and incompetent men in the inner chambers. This is simply the greatest insult to me!"

Seeing this man suddenly and inexplicably lose his temper, Hua Qingcheng, unable to fathom his true inner thoughts, could not help but raise her eyebrows slightly. However, when she recalled the reason why Zuo An was injured, she felt relieved.

But seeing Hua Qingcheng tightly holding Zuo An's hands, she coaxed him softly, "Okay, okay, our Zuo An is a real man from a country where men are respected. He must be cool, domineering, and powerful! How could he be like those delicate, fragile, and vulnerable little men from a country where women are respected?"

Zuo An's eyes flickered when he heard this, and he subtly suppressed a hint of guilt, but he still insisted stubbornly, "Hmph, you have good taste! I am naturally the king among kings, the strongest among the strong. I am not one of those weak husbands in the harems of your country where women are supreme, who can only act like a spoiled child and act cute!"

Hua Qingcheng couldn't help but smile at this, forcing the corners of her mouth to turn upwards, and said perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, you are not a weak husband, you are a real man. It's still early today, Master Zuo'an, can we go to bed now?"

Hua Qingcheng kicked off her shoes and socks as she spoke, took off her outer clothes, and lay down next to Zuo An, covered herself with the quilt, then hugged his waist and closed her eyes to rest.

Suddenly, there was a soft hand on his waist. The warm feeling of this woman's pleasant scent made Zuo An stunned for a moment. He wanted to shake off Hua Qingcheng's hand, but inexplicably he felt a sense of attachment and reluctance. In the end, he could only let this woman hold his waist and take a nap.

After a moment, Master Zuo'an suddenly spoke up, "Han Yichen has just been promoted to the rank of Second Rank Tainu Xianjun. He must be eager to share this joy with you. Why don't you go and accompany him?"

Hua Qingcheng opened her eyes upon hearing this, and immediately she put her arms around Zuo'an's neck and kissed him on the side of his cheek, "Seventh Brother, are you jealous? Achen is pregnant and a little emotionally unstable, so I spent more time with him. Both the palm and the back of my hand are flesh and blood. Achen is my beloved, and you, Zuo'an, are also the man in my heart. Now you are my legitimate concubine, and you will never escape from my palm in this life..."

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