Chapter 92
Xue Shun felt better only after he had vomited everything out. He then held Shen Jiao's hand and went back into the tent.
Wei Qian, the timid one, finally popped his head out from behind the screen. "Oh my, my young master, please come and take my pulse. You don't look well. I'm so sorry. The Eleventh Young Master is so... rude and disrespectful. I almost wanted to fight him..."
Wei Qian was talking nonsense there.
Xue Shun sat down on the bed listlessly, too lazy to pay attention to him, and rubbed his stomach which was aching.
Shen Jiao went to pour a cup of warm water. Xue Shun rinsed his mouth with her hand and ate two pills handed to him by Wei Qian.
I am still in good health, but the good mood I had when I came here is gone.
Xue Shun tightly grasped Shen Jiao's hand that was reaching out to rub his abdomen, and looked up at her without saying a word: "Don't do it, I'm fine."
"Sir, your hands are so cold. I'll go get you a hot water bottle."
Shen Jiao tried to pull her hand away and stand up, but Xue Shun held it tighter and pulled her towards him, holding her hand against his chest: "It's been a bit windy on the way, just sit with me for a while."
He lowered his eyes, his expression looked a little strange, and his heartbeat was not as steady as usual.
Shen Jiao moved closer, took his hands in both and rubbed them, saying, "Then let this servant help warm them up, sir."
Xue Shun's expression changed slightly, and he looked down at the two people's hands, wondering what he was thinking.
Shen Jiao took the opportunity to give Wei Qian, who had no idea what was going on, a look: "Why are you just standing there? Go away! Can't you see you're so sad?"
Wei Qian understood what she meant, but he didn't move and shook his head: No, it's dangerous outside, just pretend you can't see me.
He tiptoed back behind the screen.
After a while of rustling, the sound finally died down.
But Xue Shun and Shen Jiao were not blind. Who could not see such a big shadow behind the screen?
In such a situation, Xue Shun would definitely not reveal his true feelings or vent his emotions, and he couldn't even shed tears.
Although he couldn't see and didn't seem to want to cry, Shen Jiao was considerate enough to try to find a way for him to cry without being seen.
"Sir, would you like to lie down for a while?"
Just turn your back and cover yourself with the quilt so no one can see you.
She thought it was a good idea.
Xue Shun asked in return: "Are you tired? Do you want to rest for a while?"
Shen Jiao was quite energetic and could even ride out for ten more laps. When he asked her this, she could only say, "I'm fine. I'm not too tired."
"Then can you sit with me...for a while?"
What Xue Shun wanted to say was to lie down for a while, but his eyes fell on the figure behind the screen and he swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
In fact, there was no need to do so. Liao'eyuan was such a small place, how many things could be hidden there? Xue Shun couldn't help looking at her and getting closer to her. Even a blind man could sense something was going on.
What's more, they are all people with sharp ears and eyes.
He was afraid that Shen Jiao cared.
But Shen Jiao didn't care, otherwise she would have shown her reluctance on her face from the beginning. How could she possibly get together with him?
"Master, please take a rest. Can I lie down with you for a while?"
Xue Shun looked at her in surprise, then nodded slowly: "Okay."
The two of them lay in bed with their clothes on. Xue Shun habitually spread his arms and held Shen Jiao in his arms. Shen Jiao was no longer comfortable lying down, and relying on the quilt to cover her, she put her hands into his clothes and rubbed his stomach.
It's uncomfortable, sometimes mild, sometimes severe.
Just treat it all as a piece of dough and knead it together.
There is no trace of gentleness and consideration in front of others.
Xue Shun endured for a while before frowning, holding down her moving hand and gently shaking his head at her.
He moved her hand to his heart and held it tightly, then hugged her in his arms again and closed his eyes silently.
Shen Jiao knew that there was no fun anymore, so he had to count his heartbeats and fall asleep.
The two people seemed quite quiet.
Even so, this approach is still somewhat... bold.
People in the underworld don't care about trivial matters.
When they are in the mood and fall in love with each other, it is not uncommon for them to make love together. However, no matter how affectionate they are, they will still do it behind others' backs.
Wei Qian is a doctor who treats patients, not a bed-warming servant.
Young, still too young.
Wei Qian had a complicated expression and was filled with emotion. He squatted behind the screen and watched for a long time before he quietly crawled back to his bed.
This is the first day, so everyone can rest and be in high spirits. Those who want to go hunting can bring their own people, and there is no need to go together.
It’s okay if Xue Shun doesn’t want to go out.
The two of them simply slept until the afternoon.
When I woke up again, the depression in my heart had almost dissipated.
Instead, there was an empty feeling of hunger and almost numb arms.
Shen Jiao's hand was still on Xue Shun's chest, a little heavy, protecting that place tightly and tightly, keeping it warm.
Um……
There is still some ventilation.
Shen Jiao, who was half awake and half confused, said, "Master, are you awake?"
She nonchalantly placed her hands on his stomach and sat up.
Xue Shun was sweating a little while sleeping, so the moment the quilt was opened, he felt a gust of cold wind rushing in, causing him to hiss and gasp for air.
He sat up slowly, holding his stomach, and buried his head in the crook of Shen Jiao's neck. He broke out in a cold sweat for a while, and only when the numbness and chills all over his body subsided did he mutter, "I'm hungry. Go get me something to eat."
"What would you like to eat, sir?"
"Cook me a bowl of noodles."
Xue Shun was a bit superstitious. He paid attention to eating dumplings when he was on top of a horse and noodles when he was dismounting. Perhaps it was because he grew up in Beiting and was accustomed to the customs there.
Shen Jiao doesn’t care what to eat, but she just hates having to cook when going out to play.
But who makes him the master?
Shen Jiao took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, saying softly, "I will go right away."
Xue Shun was a little angry. Not only did he not appreciate it, he also pulled the handkerchief over and gave her a look of resentment. He said unhappily, "Go ahead, I can do it myself."
Shen Jiao giggled, turned around and left happily, not taking his temper seriously at all.
Xue Shun could only look at her back, shaking his head helplessly and laughing.
Shen Jiao came back very quickly.
Spring was the season of revival, and the outside world seemed a bit noisy to her. All the flowers, plants, and trees were chirping, "I want to grow taller, I want to stop blocking the light, I'm blooming beautifully, there are so many people..."
The chaotic noise made people very irritated. Shen Jiao knew that she was suffering from hysteria and it had nothing to do with them, but she still had the urge to set fire to the mountain.
She is capable of doing such wicked things, so... it's better for her to stay out less.
The good news is that everyone outside is dressed up and looks very pleasing to the eye.
It's a mixed bag.
Shen Jiao stuffed a handful of bright red March bubbles into his mouth and chewed them in big mouthfuls. The sweet and sour juice exploded between his lips and teeth.
Xue Shun held the bowl of noodles and looked at the few blades of grass on the table, wanting to say something but stopping himself: "You won't give me any?"
Shen Jiao: Oops, I forgot...
"It's not clean, it's not washed."
"Then you still eat?"
"It's not clean, but you won't get sick if you eat it."
Xue Shun: ...
"Can you please put more effort into fooling me?" he yelled in dissatisfaction.
"How is this a lie?" Shen Jiao recalled something and pointed at the bowl of noodles. "I fried you a perfectly round egg, and the yolk is perfectly in the center. How beautiful!"
"Does this have anything to do with wild fruit?"
He is not a three-year-old child, how can he be easily treated?
"But...it's really beautiful." He cleared his throat.
Shen Jiao lay on the table and said happily:
"Is that so? I've eaten so much to pick this one out. Isn't it reasonable for me to reward myself with a handful of wild fruits?
"Sir, you want to divide this too? That's too petty and calculative."
Her voice trailed off.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
