Fortunately, the gown was long enough to completely cover Shen Qing's hands, so Cheng Zhiwen couldn't see what she was doing inside.
Shen Qing tugged at her skirt to conceal her hand movements more subtly.
“If you scratch like this, the allergens in the wound will spread, and your hands may also have allergens on them. The more you scratch, the itchier it will become, and it may even cause skin ulceration,” Cheng Zhiwen said expressionlessly.
Shen Qinggang's hand, which had just reached into his pants, trembled: "I'll just grab it for a second..."
Cheng Zhiwen glanced at her skirt: "It will get infected too."
Shen Qing gritted her teeth, her hands hidden under her skirt temporarily restraining themselves from grabbing downwards.
There were still two or three hours until they reached Huai County. If she couldn't even scratch her itch, she didn't know how she would get through the journey.
The itching on her thighs was getting stronger and stronger, like countless ants gnawing at the gaps between her bones.
Unable to bear it any longer, Shen Qing steeled her resolve and reached into her underpants.
She had barely moved when Cheng Zhiwen suddenly leaned forward and pressed her hand down through her gown.
When their eyes met, she saw the warning in his eyes.
She snapped, "It really itches! Leave me alone!"
"Bear with it. If the skin becomes infected over a large area, it will be very troublesome."
Shen Qing clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, but she couldn't bear the unbearable itching on her skin. She struggled to pull her hands away and tried to go down again.
The pressure on her hand increased, and she could no longer move her hand even an inch.
"Bear with it." Cheng Zhiwen knelt down in front of her and whispered, "We'll be in Huai County soon. Once we see a doctor, there will be medicine to apply. Just bear with it."
Shen Qing bit her lip, her tightly closed eyes trembling, and nodded.
But after only a few seconds, my skin felt like it was being crawled over by a swarm of ants.
She was tormented to the point of unbearable suffering, her hands beneath the jacket struggling desperately.
Cheng Zhiwen pressed down on her restless hands with both of his.
She cried, "I really can't stand it! It's so itchy!"
"Once the down jacket is finished, do you want to go to Europe?" he suddenly asked out of the blue.
"What?" Shen Qing opened her eyes, turning her attention to the matter at hand. "Go to Europe?"
Cheng Zhiwen nodded, her grip on the hand beneath her dress tightening further: "We'll depart from Shanghai by cruise ship, first to England, then from the British mainland to other European countries... like France and Italy. Their clothes, perfumes, and rouges are very famous; you can go and choose for yourself..."
Shen Qing's mind had already embarked on a cruise to Europe, following his description.
Unable to resist asking, "Are you only using solid perfumes? Do you have any liquid perfumes...?"
Cheng Zhiwen chuckled: "There's perfume... and lace nightgowns and bras that girls like..."
Shen Qing took a deep breath, as if she could already smell the fragrance she loved.
She was a perfume fanatic; before she transmigrated, her family had a large refrigerator that stored hundreds of different perfumes.
The thought that she would soon be able to personally go to France to purchase perfumes made her feel like the most fashionable woman in the Qing Dynasty.
The anticipation of going to Europe distracted her from the itching on her skin, and the hand under her skirt loosened its grip and moved softly.
Cheng Zhiwen also let go of his hand.
The soft cushion beside her sank in, and the faint scent of pine emanating from the man drew near.
Cheng Zhiwen sat down next to her.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked softly, pressing close to her body.
"Yes, thank you." She looked up at him, her eyes full of expectation. "But will you really come to Europe with me someday?"
Yes, it will.
"Then I'll work hard to earn money! I'll cover the expenses! You just need to play with me!"
Cheng Zhiwen chuckled: "Are you not itching for a beating now?"
This made it sound like she was itching for a beating, so she burst out laughing: "You've stopped itching me!"
He frowned: "I didn't hit you. I would never lay a hand on you."
Shen Qing suddenly recalled the shot he had fired at Gao Yuanqi's leg, and said with lingering fear, "I originally thought you were a refined person, until I saw how you treated Gao Yuanqi a couple of days ago... I was a little surprised. I think you should avoid firing shots in Jiangzhou..."
Upon hearing this, Cheng Zhiwen's expression changed, and she sat back down without saying a word.
Originally sitting next to Shen Qing, close to her body, he was now sitting opposite her, with a narrow aisle in the middle, symbolizing the clear division between Chu and Han.
Shen Qing knew that he was expressing his refusal to answer the question through his actions.
Realizing she might have stepped on his landmine, she restrained herself and wisely refrained from asking any further questions.
Cheng Zhiwen didn't sit next to her again after that, and the atmosphere was extremely somber.
Several times she felt so itchy that she wanted to scratch, but seeing the prohibitive look in his eyes, she restrained herself.
Until they arrived in Huai County.
Shen Qing bent over to get out of the car, while Cheng Zhiwen stood outside the car as if nothing had happened, extending her hand to her.
She hesitated for a moment, then took his hand and got off the carriage.
The two followed Old Xu to the shop of the legendary miracle doctor.
Shen Qing scratched his face and glanced inside.
An old man was sitting behind a table taking pulses for people, with several people lined up behind him and others getting medicine.
The small shop was packed with people.
Shen Qing's hand, which was scratching her face, was suddenly patted. She came back to her senses and looked at Cheng Zhiwen, only to see his forbidden look.
She pulled her hand back.
Just then, someone squeezed in from outside and bumped into her.
Cheng Zhiwen quickly pulled her into his arms: "Be careful."
The man's embrace was broad and strong, with a faint scent of pine.
Shen Qing tried to break free but couldn't. He saw Shen Qing exchange a glance with Lao Xu, and Lao Xu ran inside and whispered something to the doctor.
The doctor looked over, his eyes darting between her and Cheng Zhiwen, nodded to Old Xu, and then called her number.
Shen Qing sat down on the round stool in front of the divine physician.
I remember when I was a child, I would sit in the same position when I went to see a doctor. I instinctively felt nervous and raised my hand to scratch my forehead.
He scratched her twice, and Cheng Zhiwen grabbed his hand.
The miracle doctor adjusted the small round mirror and asked, "What's wrong with your health?"
Shen Qing then recounted how her recent contact with duck and goose down had caused her to develop a rash all over her body.
The divine physician picked up his pen to take notes, asking as he did so, "Are you pregnant?"
Pregnant?
Shen Qing snapped out of her daze and pointed to herself: "Doctor, are you asking me?"
The renowned doctor glanced at her, then looked back at the medical record: "Are you the one treating me? If so, then I'm asking you."
A miracle doctor is indeed a miracle doctor; his aura is powerful. Shen Qing honestly replied, "No..."
The doctor glanced at Cheng Zhiwen standing beside her and said, "Extend your hand."
Shen Qing quickly rolled up her sleeves and extended her fair, slender wrist, revealing bluish-purple veins.
The renowned physician began taking the pulse, listened quietly for a long time, and then said, "Indeed, there is no sign of pregnancy."
Shen Qing was speechless.
"Doctor, I already told you I'm not pregnant."
The doctor put his hands down and, while making notes in his medical record, said, "You two look like a newlywed couple, but I'm afraid you're pregnant without even realizing it."
Shen Qing pointed at Cheng Zhiwen: "You mean me and him?"
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