Lin Liansheng took the medicine soup from the housekeeper. She originally planned to support Zhuang Rongjun while the housekeeper fed her the medicine soup, but the unconscious Zhuang Rongjun could not drink it.

"Master Liansheng, the young general can't swallow it like this." The housekeeper was a little anxious.

Lin Liansheng was silent for a moment, then said, "You go back and rest, I'll feed her."

After the housekeeper left, Lin Liansheng mustered up his courage, lowered his head, drank a mouthful of the medicine, and leaned over to press his lips against Zhuang Rongjun's. Perhaps sensing the unique aura that belonged to Lin Liansheng, Zhuang Rongjun no longer resisted and easily swallowed the medicine.

Lin Liansheng sighed with both anger and amusement. If Zhuang Rongjun was not still unconscious, he would really suspect that this man was trying to take advantage of him.

but……

Lin Liansheng's cheeks flushed slightly. This was probably the first time he and Zhuang Rongjun kissed.

It feels like it's pretty good.

Unconsciously, Lin Liansheng's cold features softened a little.

…

Zhuang Rongjun slowly opened his eyes, and his originally unconscious head felt much more relaxed. He looked up and saw the ceiling of the bed, and his memory began to return.

When he recalled what happened yesterday, the man's cold brow and words, Zhuang Rongjun's eyes dimmed.

She stood up, feeling pain in her chest.

Yes, she was injured, but...

Zhuang Rongjun lifted up her undergarments and saw that the wound that had been torn open yesterday had been reapplied with medicine and was cleaned up very well.

Someone rebandaged her wound.

Realizing this, Zhuang Rongjun's face darkened.

She hates being touched by others the most.

Zhuang Rongjun's anger instantly dissipated when he saw the person on the chaise longue.

The boy curled up on the chaise longue, looking a little aggrieved and insecure. The blanket that was supposed to cover him fell to the ground.

It was Liansheng, he, why was he in her room.

Zhuang Rongjun stood there stupidly, stunned.

Could it be that the person who treated her wound was Liansheng? Did he also know about her injury?

Zhuang Rongjun guessed that it might be the housekeeper who told him.

Zhuang Rongjun picked up the blanket on the ground and gently covered the boy with it. Looking at his delicate features, she thought: The boy probably has a little place for her in his heart and he must feel sorry for her.

Almost at the moment when Zhuang Rongjun covered him with the blanket, Lin Liansheng opened his eyes.

Lin Liansheng has always been a light sleeper. No, to be more precise, he often suffers from insomnia. This is probably because he used to have a reversed day and night schedule. The feeling of insomnia is too painful, so sometimes he would use alcohol to numb himself and force himself to fall asleep.

After arriving at the general's residence, he ate and drank well, had no worries, and slept much better.

When meeting Lin Liansheng's gaze, Zhuang Rongjun's body stiffened. He quickly retracted his hand, which he had not yet withdrawn, and took two steps back, looking nervous: "I, I didn't touch you, I just covered you with a blanket." So, don't misunderstand me, and don't hate me.

The young general, who was full of vigor and ambition in front of outsiders, was so cautious in front of Lin Liansheng.

Lin Liansheng slowly lifted the blanket from his body and stood up: "I know."

He took Zhuang Rongjun's coat from the screen beside him and said, "Put it on. Be careful not to catch a cold."

Zhuang Rongjun was stunned for a moment.

Lin Liansheng asked hesitantly, "Do you need me to help you put it on?"

Zhuang Rongjun immediately came back to his senses and pulled the clothes over: "No, no need." With a hot face, Zhuang Rongjun hid behind the screen to put on his clothes.