Han Yiyi felt very comfortable when she heard the person call her "young lady". She had become the mother of two children after transmigrating here. She was called either "elder sister" or "wife". Although Han Yiyi did not care much, who would not want people to think they are young?
However, the reason why Nangong Yuan called Han Yiyi "Miss" was not because she looked like a young woman of sixteen or eighteen, or an unmarried girl, but because he saw that she did not wear her hair in a married woman's bun.
For convenience, Han Yiyi now ties her hair into a ponytail. Since she has been divorced and is practically unmarried, no one says anything.
Han Yi placed a glass of water on the wooden table to his left. Seeing that he didn't move for a while, she was a little puzzled. She remembered that his left arm was not injured when she treated his wound yesterday.
He glanced down at the water glass again, as if suddenly realizing something, and then spoke up.
"The water isn't too hot, you can drink it now..."
Nangong Yuan: ..., thinking to himself, was it because I was afraid of it being too hot that I didn't drink it?
At this moment, Nangong Yuan didn't know what was wrong with him. He felt that his hands and feet were numb. He tried several times but couldn't move them at all. He looked at the water glass that was close at hand and couldn't help but lick his dry lips.
However, looking at the woman opposite him, he was too embarrassed to ask her to feed him, so his face turned slightly red for a moment.
Seeing that he still didn't move, Han Yi frowned slightly and thought to himself, "What's wrong with this person? He just said he wanted to drink water, but now he won't drink it after I bring it to him. Does he want me to feed him?"
Thinking about how he had lost his first kiss yesterday while trying to feed her medicine, his face darkened, and he spoke.
"Since you're not going to drink it, I'll take it away..." he said, reaching for the cup on the wooden table before turning to leave, thinking to himself, "If you're not going to drink it, then you can just stay thirsty."
Just as Han Yiyi was about to leave the room, Nangong Yuan licked his chapped lips again and finally spoke.
"Um, wait a moment, miss..."
Seeing Han Yiyi turn around and look at him, Nangong Yuan was still a little embarrassed and spoke up.
"I don't know why, but my hands and feet are so numb that I can't move. I wonder if there is a man in your family who can help me out...?"
When Han Yi heard Nangong Yuan say that his hands and feet were terribly numb, he thought of the time he had shocked him with electricity, and his expression became a little unnatural. However, he understood what Nangong Yuan meant and spoke up.
"There are no men in my family, so I'll feed you..."
If Han Zicheng heard his mother's words, he would surely retort, "Mother, am I not a man?"
Nangong Yuan was indeed extremely thirsty at the moment. Upon hearing Han Yiyi's words, his eyes deepened, and he spoke softly.
"Then, then I'll have to trouble you, young lady..."
Since Nangong Yuan was lying down, it wasn't appropriate for him to drink directly from the cup. I was thinking of getting a wooden spoon, but then I realized it was about time to change his dressing, so I went over and helped him up.
After yesterday's ordeal, Han Yiyi had figured out the trick to changing the man's dressing, so she simply bent down and took it.
As Nangong Yuan watched the person opposite him suddenly approach, his mind went blank for a moment. For some reason, he simply closed his eyes.
However, the expected situation did not occur. Instead, he felt his arm being lifted up and placed on the woman's petite shoulder. Only then did he realize that he had misunderstood. However, the woman's unique fragrance lingered around his nose, causing Nangong Yuan's ear tips to turn slightly red.
His heart began to pound uncontrollably. Nangong Yuan didn't know what was wrong with him. He had always been averse to contact with women. In his more than twenty years of life, he had only done so once, and that was because he had been drugged. But now, this woman was his first. Nangong Yuan closed his eyes and thought to himself, "It must be because I'm too badly injured; something's wrong with me..."
In fact, Han Yiyi's method was very simple. She first supported Nangong Yuan's chest, then put Nangong Yuan's two arms on her shoulders. This way, when she got up, she could lift Nangong Yuan up with her. Then she quickly stuffed two pillows behind his back, and that was it.
Han Yi sighed, thankful that her back was strong, otherwise it would have broken. She helped the person up a bit more before letting out a sigh of relief, thinking to herself, "This person looks quite thin, but he hit me so hard. I wonder what he eats to grow so big. Luckily, my back is strong."
In fact, Nangong Yuan was not fat to begin with, but after enduring hardship and being constantly hunted, he had become extremely thin. The reason why Han Yiyi found it difficult to help Nangong Yuan was because of the significant height difference between the two.
The original owner was less than 1.6 meters tall, while Nangong Yuan was 1.8 meters tall.
Once Han Yiyi saw that Nangong Yuan was standing close enough, she brought the water glass to his lips. At this point, Nangong Yuan didn't care about being polite and drank directly from Han Yiyi's hand.
Seeing that Nangong Yuan had finished a glass of water but still seemed unsatisfied, Han Yi had no choice but to pour him another glass.
After drinking three cups in a row, Nangong Yuan finally felt his throat was no longer so dry, and then he spoke to Han Yiyi.
"Thank you, young lady. May I ask your name?" His voice was still a little hoarse, but it was noticeably better than before.
"No need to be polite, my name is Han Yiyi, you can call me Han Yiyi," she said, then suddenly remembered that this was not modern times and names could not be used casually, so she quickly added.
"Never mind, just call me Miss Han..." Han Yiyi said, and before Nangong Yuan could speak, she continued.
"Your wound needs a dressing change. Let me change it for you first..."
When Han Yiyi applied medicine to Nangong Yuan's clothes last night, she had already untied the collar. Since she was going to change the medicine anyway, she didn't really fasten the belt, just made a simple slipknot in the front, and it came undone with a pull.
In fact, Han Yiyi had originally planned to strip off his clothes and throw them away yesterday, but she couldn't because they were covered in blood. However, she remembered that she didn't have any clothes that this person could wear at home, so she refrained from doing so.
As Han Yiyi gently tugged, his clothes opened, exposing his entire chest to her. In that instant, Nangong Yuan felt as if he had been taken advantage of.
But when he saw that the person opposite him had no emotion in their eyes, he felt that he must be injured and his mind was not clear.
Actually, Han Yiyi wasn't without her share of ups and downs, it's just that she'd seen too many pictures of V-lines and eight-pack abs online in the past.
Although the person in front of me has a good figure, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and long legs too, that's not the point. The point is that this person has such a long, unhealed wound on their chest. No matter how good-looking they are, it ruins the whole thing...
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