Jiang Yimian was startled, and then realized that something was wrong.
The wound was located too low, with only a small part showing, the rest completely covered by the pants.
At this moment, Lu Cijian was pressing his hand on her waist, and it didn't look like he was touching her wound, but rather like he was teasing her...
Jiang Yimian felt her face flush and wanted to pull her hand away.
Lu Cijian, however, squeezed her small hand tightly, raised an eyebrow and deliberately said, "Don't rush, I can do it myself. Or is Mianmian so eager to see?"
The young man's tone was low and ambiguous; what was clearly a normal sentence was spoken with tenderness.
Jiang Yimian was only slightly burned by the voice, and felt that something was wrong with what he said. Before she could react, she saw the young man holding her hand and placing it on his belt, as if he was about to take it off.
Jiang Yimian blushed instantly, quickly pulled her hand back, and asked incredulously, "What, what are you doing?"
Lu Cijian raised an eyebrow and said, "Isn't Mianmian eager to see it? I'll help Mianmian!"
Jiang Yimian stared in surprise, her gaze falling on the young man's waist, but she couldn't help but look down. She hurriedly looked away, only to meet the young man's ambiguous smile.
"What are you looking at, Mianmian?"
Jiang Yimian quickly replied, "No, it's nothing."
She really only wanted to see the wound, nothing more. But now it seems like she couldn't wait to see something else.
She... she didn't really want to see it that way, did she?
The young man was shirtless at the moment, and apart from the wounds on his body, his good physique was the most striking feature.
He usually looks quite thin, but now he has everything he should have, with eight neatly arranged abs. His wheat-colored skin only adds to his masculinity, changing his usually aloof temperament.
His handsome face carried a unique aloofness, as if untouched by worldly affairs. Yet, his bare upper body only added a touch of allure to the scene.
Jiang Yimian felt a little embarrassed, but she pretended to be calm and looked away, saying, "Fine, I'll look. It's not like I'm the one who suffers a loss, and I won't take responsibility."
Lu Cijian was taken aback for a moment, then said seriously, "Does treating Mianmian's wound mean I have to take responsibility? Or does Mianmian want to see something else?"
The young man looked completely innocent, and if it weren't for the fleeting smile in his eyes, Jiang Yimian would probably have actually believed him.
She belatedly blushed a little, reached out and pressed on the young man's wound, and said irritably, "Do it yourself, I can't be bothered with you."
As he spoke, he turned to walk outside.
Lu Cijian quickly reached out and grabbed her, coaxing, "I was wrong, Mianmian, don't be angry."
He just didn't want Mianmian to be sad and upset seeing him covered in wounds, so he tried to tease her, but he didn't expect things to go so wrong.
Jiang Yimian glared at him, her gaze falling on the young man's wounds. She said irritably, "You're so badly injured, yet you still have the leisure to joke around."
Especially the arrow in his shoulder, which was deeply embedded and almost pierced through his shoulder; just looking at it made you feel the pain.
But Lu Cijian acted as if nothing had happened, smiling at him. Apart from being a little pale, there was no trace of injury on her face.
Even after the matter was resolved, instead of treating his wounds, he asked others about what had happened in the palace earlier.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She said with dissatisfaction, "You're so badly injured. If anything happens to you, I won't take care of you."
Lu Cijian smiled, staring intently at the person in front of him, and said seriously, "I'm very lucky, nothing will happen to me."
Besides, scars are a man's badge of honor, so you don't need to feel bad about it.
The other injuries are all minor, nothing serious, and they'll heal quickly.
Compared to the injuries he had suffered before, today's injuries were nothing to worry about, but seeing Mianmian sad and upset made his heart clench.
Jiang Yimian just snorted in dissatisfaction and said lightly, "I won't feel bad, so you'd better protect yourself, otherwise, I'll fall for someone else very soon."
If she hadn't been there today, she wouldn't have known when this person would have taken care of his wounds. Despite being so badly injured, he didn't seem to care about his health at all.
Lu Cijian just smiled and leaned in to kiss the corner of her lips. "I won't give Mianmian that chance."
If one day Mianmian really falls in love with someone else, it proves that he wasn't good enough, and he will definitely make Mianmian fall in love with him again.
Jiang Yimian glared at him and said irritably, "I'll remove the arrow from you first; it might hurt a lot."
Lu Cijian simply smiled and replied, "Okay."
Jiang Yimian carefully examined his wound and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that it was just an ordinary arrow.
The arrow was not poisoned, and it had only pierced the muscle below the shoulder without damaging the bone. As long as the arrow was removed and the wound was treated, there would be no problem.
Jiang Yimian then gripped the arrow's fletching and pulled with a burst of force, directly plucking the arrow that was deeply embedded in her skin.
Lu Cijian groaned, feeling a burning pain in his wound.
However, the pain in the wound quickly subsided, replaced by a cool sensation that directly suppressed the previous pain.
Jiang Yimian quickly stopped the bleeding, applied some medicine, and then bandaged the wound with clean gauze.
Although it didn't look difficult, Jiang Yimian's forehead was covered in sweat, whether from fright or something else, she didn't know.
Lu Cijian smiled, but her face looked weak at the moment. She reassured him, "I told you I'm fine, Mianmian, you don't need to worry about me."
Jiang Yimian glanced at him, treating his other wounds as she said, "Since you were injured, you could have just sent others back with troops. Why did you ride back yourself? What if your injuries worsen?"
She really didn't know how Lu Cijian had managed to get through it before. He was so careless about his injuries that even minor ones would have become serious.
Not to mention the wound on his left abdomen, which has healed now, but it is still clear that the injury was quite serious.
I don't know how I got injured.
Lu Cijian stared intently at Jiang Yimian and said, "I want to see Mianmian as soon as possible."
He didn't trust anyone else and wanted to see for himself that Mianmian was alright before he could feel at ease.
He didn't want Mianmian to get hurt because of him.
It's one thing for him to get hurt as a man, but Mianmian is a woman, and he doesn't want her to get hurt. Every time Mianmian gets hurt, she says she's fine, but he can't help but feel heartbroken when he sees those wounds.
These young ladies from prominent families in the capital only need to embroider, play the zither, and do what they like all day long. He actually hoped that Mianmian could do the same.
Mianmian should prefer making money, not fighting and killing with him.
He didn't want Mianmian to do things she didn't like because of him, and he didn't want to see Mianmian get hurt.
The person he likes should do what they love and shouldn't be changed by him.
Thinking it over, he simply said, "From now on, Mianmian can just do what she likes. Don't change because of me. These things shouldn't have anything to do with Mianmian. I'm the one who dragged you into this."
In fact, every time he saw Mianmian get hurt, he would feel guilty and sad, because he hadn't protected Mianmian well.
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