Someone knocked on the door. Feng Yan thought something had happened, so he quickly put on his clothes and got out of bed. Qi Yu also wanted to get up, but Feng Yan stopped him: "Master said that if we don't rush today, we won't leave. You can rest assured and I'll go and see."
Feng Yan opened the door and saw Lu Yuyan leaning against the door frame, looking like a spoiled young master, playing with a porcelain vase in his hand. He was no longer the lonely and desolate man he had been when they got married yesterday.
"Second Young Master, is something the matter? Does the master have any orders?"
Lu Yuyan tossed the things in his hand aside: "It's nothing, go to sleep."
Feng Yan caught the porcelain bottle.
Lu Yuyan waved to him as he walked away, saying, "Yesterday's medicine was top-quality wound medicine. This bottle can speed up wound healing. Don't move too much; it won't delay your business."
This is what he arranged overnight yesterday. No one can consummate their marriage on their wedding night—who could bear that?
Feng Yan blushed, hurriedly closed the door, and reluctantly came to the bedside.
Qi Yu naturally heard Lu Yuyan's words and understood what he meant. When she saw Feng Yan coming over, her face was already flushed.
Feng Yan said nervously, "Well, um, the medicine that Ayan gave me. He said it would be good for your back injury. I, I'll clean it up for you."
"Hmm." Its voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, but Feng Yan still heard it.
He hurriedly put the medicine on the table, went out to get hot water, and took a deep breath as he walked outside the door.
In the other rooms, Jiang Chuan, Wu Chuan, and a group of guards lay prone by the door, peering through the cracks.
Wu Chuan: "Do you think Boss Feng will succeed today?"
Jiang Chuan shook his head: "It's unlikely."
Xi Yi: "Then he's not a man!"
"How about we make a bet?"
"Let's gamble!" The other guards placed their bets.
Feng Yan fetched hot water and took several deep breaths of the hot air before daring to push open the door and enter.
Qi Yu was already facing inwards, and her nightgown had fallen down to her shoulders.
Feng Yan's heart pounded violently as he slowly removed her clothes. She had been trained as a suicide squad since childhood, and her body was covered in countless scars. With the scar-removing medicine given to her by A Yan, apart from the fresh scar from yesterday's wolf claw attack, the others had faded to the point of being invisible.
Although her skin wasn't as delicate as white jade, it was still as smooth as white porcelain. She had a delicate fragrance unique to young girls, and after applying wound medicine yesterday and sleeping soundly through the night, the wound on her back had healed considerably.
After removing her clothes, her fair neck, delicate collarbone, and proud breasts were revealed. Feng Yan closed his eyes tightly, clearing his mind of all distractions, and focused on wiping Qi Yu's wounds, intending to apply medicine to her with a small bamboo stick.
Qi Yu turned her flushed face and said softly, "Could you please not use the small bamboo stick? It hurts."
Feng Yan was startled, and the bamboo strip that had been soaked in medicine fell to the ground with a thud.
Qi Yu smiled, though it didn't actually hurt that much, but this man was too rigid.
"Then, what should we do?"
Hearing this, Wu Chuan, who was peering out the door, was so anxious he was about to jump up and down: "What is he going to do? Feng Yan is so stupid, it's driving me crazy! Is he even a man?!"
Lu Xiaoyun saw the people eavesdropping through the crack in the door and slapped them one by one.
Upon seeing their master, the guards vanished in a flash, but their heads remained behind the crack in the door leading to Jiang Chuan's house.
When she was with Zhu Yu, these guards also liked to eavesdrop, but Feng Yanquan kicked them out of the courtyard.
That day, everyone stayed indoors to rest.
In the afternoon, Lu Yuyan checked everyone's injuries again and changed their dressings.
He brought a lot of good medicine with him this time, and the injuries of the few guards who were not seriously injured, as well as Wu Chuan and the others, healed very quickly.
Since they weren't in a hurry, Lu Xiaoyun and Zhu Yu stayed in the house, listening to the rain and drinking tea, enjoying their own private time.
However, as the rain continued to fall, things took a little off. As they drank their tea, a petite man was pulled into Lu Xiaoyun's arms.
"Have you thought about it?" Lu Xiaoyun gently stroked Zhu Yu's hand, which also had some calluses, with one hand. Her voice was magnetic and slightly husky, characteristic of men.
When Ruoling was sent away for a political marriage, they were in no mood for several days. They even managed to get the marriage halfway through when it was interrupted because the old emperor was taken hostage by the Duke of England.
Then the old emperor passed away, and Zhu Yu, adhering to filial piety, did not consummate the marriage with her. In the past few days, they had been traveling, and all things considered, they had indeed not been intimate for nearly a month.
I didn't know before I experienced these things, but once I did, all sorts of feelings welled up inside me, and with my loved ones by my side, it was really hard to bear.
Today was a rare day with nothing happening and no one to bother her. She had just chased Jiang Chuan and the others away, but she had overheard some things herself.
She was all too familiar with the suppressed moans of a woman and the heavy breathing of a man coming from inside, and that agonizing feeling quietly arose within her.
With such a warm and soft woman in his arms, how could he possibly resist?
The hot breath on Zhu Yu's neck sent a tingling sensation through him, and an ambiguous atmosphere arose between them, causing Zhu Yu to shudder slightly.
Lu Xiaoyun chuckled. Zhu Yu, this little man, is becoming more and more like a little woman; he's even learned to be shy.
Zhu Yu's face flushed. Sensing her change, he turned his head away, ignoring Lu Xiaoyun, determined not to admit that this desire was his body's instinct.
After all, he hadn't been with a woman for over twenty years and he had managed to get by. Now that he was living in Lu Xiaoyun's body, that's why he was so unrestrained.
Hmph, what does this have to do with a mere woman like him?
Lu Xiaoyun turned his face towards her, pressing her forehead against his, and looked at him with eyes as bright as stars: "Don't want to?"
Zhu Yu glared at her.
"You really don't want to?"
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