Zhu Yu's eyes crinkled into crescent moons with laughter: "Lu Xiaoyun, you still say you don't care about me. If you didn't care about me, if you didn't have me in your heart, would you have gone to such lengths to send Qinxue to my side to protect me? I'm currently at the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, and my elder brother has arranged several secret guards for this courtyard of mine. Didn't you already know that?"
Zhu Yu sat back down, unable to hide his smile. He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow at her: "Isn't it because you don't trust me that you sent Qin Xue to my side?"
Lu Xiaoyun really wanted to tell Zhu Yu, because it was her own body, and she didn't want to hurt herself again.
She chuckled dryly twice: "Whatever makes you happy."
Zhu Yu nodded emphatically: "Yes, I'm naturally happy that you care about me."
Lu Xiaoyun: "..." Fine, you're pretty good at self-conquest.
Zhu Yu gave Lu Xiaoyun an idea, telling her how to send the person to the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion in a legitimate way without arousing Lu Yucheng's suspicion.
Lu Xiaoyun's lips twitched after hearing this. Zhu Yu was really cunning; he was trying to kill two birds with one stone.
She even suspected that this was how the Prince An's mansion acquired so many properties.
Zhu Yu straightened up and moved closer to Lu Xiaoyun, so close that he could see the fine hairs on her face.
Lu Xiaoyun stepped back.
"Lu Xiaoyun?"
"Um, what, what are you doing?"
Has anyone ever told you that if you like someone, you should tell them and let them know?
Lu Xiaoyun didn't look at Zhu Yu. Someone had said this to her before, but that person was two thousand years ago.
Goosebumps crawled all over Lu Xiaoyun's body, starting from her toes.
Zhu Yu looked at Lu Xiaoyun, and as he looked, he noticed something amiss in her eyes.
"Lu Xiaoyun, how old were you when you died in modern times?"
"Twenty-six, what's wrong?"
"Twenty-six?!" Zhu Yu exclaimed in surprise. If a girl gets married at fifteen or sixteen, wouldn't she have several children by twenty-six?
Who is Lu Xiaoyun's husband in modern times? Is he good to her? Does she often think of him?
Zhu Yu's mind was buzzing. He looked down, twisting his fingers around his clothes, feeling a tightness in his chest.
But in that era, there was no such person as Zhu Yu. Why should he expect someone to be twenty-six years old and still not married or have children?
Seeing that his expression was a little off, Lu Xiaoyun asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Zhu Yu shook his head: "It's nothing."
After a long silence between them, Lu Xiaoyun asked, "How is your injury healing? Do you still have the medicine that Ayan gave you a few days ago? After the scab falls off, I'll bring you the scar removal cream that Ayan prescribed. Have Lifeng apply it twice a day, and the scar should be gone in about a month."
Zhu Yu's little face scrunched up in a frown.
"What's wrong?" Lu Xiaoyun was startled and quickly let go of his hand on his back. "Did I hurt you?"
Zhu Yu shook his head and then nodded: "It hurts, but it wasn't you who hurt me, it's just that my injury hasn't healed yet."
Lu Xiaoyun hurriedly said, "Then lie down quickly, let me see how it is. It's been more than twenty days, the wound should have scabbed over by now."
Zhu Yu shifted his position: "It's not the wound that hurts, it's my chest. Didn't Ayan say that my spleen is severely damaged? It's an internal injury, and internal injuries don't heal so easily."
He looked at Lu Xiaoyun, who had a nervous expression, with pleading eyes: "Can you rub it for me?"
Anyway, she's here now, and her modern husband isn't here.
He wanted her to forget her modern husband as soon as possible.
"Okay, I'll rub it for you." Lu Xiaoyun's large, warm hands rested on his chest, rubbing very gently.
Between the palms are two slightly raised peaks.
Zhu Yu secretly grinned, his face flushed, but he lowered his head and rested it against Lu Xiaoyun's chest, thoroughly enjoying himself.
There is a passionate heart inside, beating strongly and powerfully.
He thought how wonderful it would be if time could stop at this moment.
Unfortunately, time did not stop.
Both Lu Xiaoyun and Zhu Yu heard the cuckoo calling outside.
This means that Xi Yi and his group have returned in a roundabout way with the Zhenguo Duke's secret guards.
Lu Xiaoyun had to leave: "Are you feeling better?"
Zhu Yu pursed his lips, hooked his arm around hers, and nodded sullenly.
Lu Xiaoyun stood up: "You should rest well. I'll talk to Ayan when I get back and ask him to prescribe a new prescription. This pain can't go on forever."
Zhu Yu raised his head and gazed at her expectantly, gently tugging at her robe.
Lu Xiaoyun shivered and tried to pull her robe back: "You should get some rest. I'm leaving."
Zhu Yu held onto Lu Xiaoyun's robe tightly, but lowered his head and murmured, "Lu Xiaoyun, how about I become your mistress?"
Thinking like this every day is too agonizing.
"What?" Lu Xiaoyun stared wide-eyed in horror, unable to believe it.
They even doubted whether they were hallucinating.
Xi Yi, standing outside, glanced at the tightly closed window and thought, "Never mind, let's continue circling around with the others."
Zhu Yu, having given up all hope, gritted his teeth, got up, and stood on the bed, hooking his arm around Lu Xiaoyun's neck.
The "little girl" who was just complaining of chest pain is now full of energy.
Lu Xiaoyun's brow twitched.
Once on the platform, Zhu Yu was a head taller than Lu Xiaoyun. He reached out, grabbed the back of Lu Xiaoyun's head, pulled her towards him, and pressed his red lips directly against hers.
Almost instantly, before Lu Xiaoyun could even process Zhu Yu's shocking words, a warm sensation touched her lips.
Perhaps because she had come all the way from the Prince An's residence, or perhaps because she was frightened by Zhu Yu's words, Lu Xiaoyun's lips were icy cold. Before she could even react, the man had already kissed her.
Zhu Yu's soft lips gently pressed against hers, his lips burning hot, spreading in waves across Lu Xiaoyun's lips, his expression tender, focused, and affectionate.
Lu Xiaoyun stood there, stunned. She didn't know how to react and could only passively endure the fiery kiss. She felt the air in her mouth being sucked away little by little, and her lips parted slightly.
Zhu Yu skillfully penetrated, and a few sweet sensations spread between his lips and teeth.
He felt the fire in his heart about to ignite again, and he desperately wanted to possess Lu Xiaoyun. He even regretted not taking advantage of her injuries when they were at the Prince An's mansion to completely win her over.
His breath was ragged and hot. After a long while, he breathed softly and whispered in her ear, "Lu Xiaoyun, you have feelings for me, don't you?"
The hot breath sprayed on Lu Xiaoyun's neck, sending shivers down her spine like tiny ants crawling into her heart. A shiver, rising from the soles of her feet, slowly swept over her entire body.
Lu Xiaoyun quickly took a half step back, her cheeks flushed red, and the tips of her ears were so red they seemed to be dripping blood: "Who, who said I have feelings for you?"
Zhu Yu used the same trick again, pulling the person back and pressing his lips heavily against hers.
Lu Xiaoyun: "..."
There's no way to talk to this person properly; what's with all this talk about him forcibly kissing me all the time?
She's incredibly stoic and unmoved by temptation.
Zhu Yu looked at her, his heart pounding wildly.
Today he is going to confess his feelings to Lu Xiaoyun.
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