Chapter 8: Applying Medicine
Ah Zhu said, "The ointment has been brought in. The whip wounds are all on his back, but the young master won't let the servants apply the ointment on him."
Song Lingyi became anxious upon hearing this, her brows furrowed slightly as she said, "How can he apply the medicine by himself? He's injured so badly, we can't be careless."
As he was speaking, the door of the main house opened.
The dim candlelight shone into the corridor, casting a tall black shadow on the wooden floor.
Lu Qian was standing by the door, his brocade robe was loose, and the bruises at the corners of his mouth added a hint of gloom to his expression.
The rain had not stopped yet, and the two looked at each other through the rain.
They were silent for a moment, and it was Song Lingyi who spoke first awkwardly: "I came here to check on your injuries... Are you okay?"
Lu Qian said "hmm" neither lightly nor heavily, his eyelashes half drooped, and all the emotions in his eyes were concealed.
After two more breaths of silence, he said, "Are you planning to stay in the yard in the rain?"
Song Lingyi blinked and retorted: "What do you mean by getting wet in the rain? I'm holding an umbrella."
Azhu tactfully retreated quietly, leaving only the two of them in the courtyard.
The dim candlelight shone on Lu Qian's jade-like face, adding a touch of tenderness to his auspicious eyes. He looked at her and said in a calm voice, "If you don't want to come in, forget it. Go back quickly."
Just as Lu Qian was about to turn around and go back into the house, Song Lingyi stopped him in time. Facing his puzzled gaze, she spoke carefully, "Your injuries need to be properly treated with medicine. Let Azhu or the maid do it for you."
Hearing this, Lu Qian twitched his lips into a smile, a smile that didn't reach his eyes, a hint of mockery and sarcasm that was hard to discern. He said "Oh" slowly and then entered the house, but deliberately left the door open.
The courtyard is deserted and the rain is pouring down.
Raindrops hit the oil-paper umbrella, and the small splashes of water wet Song Lingyi's skirt. She stared at the wide-open door for a long time, knowing that Lu Qian was retreating in order to advance.
He wanted to leave immediately, but then he remembered that he beat Li He partly for her, and now his back was severely whipped. He would feel guilty if he just left like that.
After hesitating for a long time, Song Lingyi decided to go into the house and take a look.
The room was elegantly furnished, its layout identical to that of Zhilan Garden. She felt somewhat at a loss as to where to begin as she stepped on the dark carpet.
He looked around the outside for a moment but didn't see anyone.
"A Qian?"
A voice responded from behind the screen.
Song Lingyi didn't think much about it, and walked around the screen, her bright and moist black eyes gradually widening.
The young man took off his loose brocade robe and sat half-naked in front of a bronze mirror, with a casual posture, smearing ointment on himself.
Noticing someone standing next to the screen, Lu Qian slowly raised his eyes. His gaze was calm and deep, making Song Lingyi feel inexplicably oppressed.
She realized something was wrong, her cheeks flushed, and she quickly covered her eyes and turned around, "Why are you taking off your clothes?!"
Clearly has bad intentions!
Lu Qian raised his eyebrows slightly and walked towards her with the ointment in his hand. The curve of his lips completely exposed that he was a wolf who hid his nature.
"How can I apply the ointment without taking off my clothes?" He said it as a matter of course. He grabbed her right hand that was covering her eyes and stuffed the ointment into her hand. "Since you are here, sister, help me apply the ointment."
The word "sister" was ambiguous with a hint of smile.
Song Lingyi's ears were red as she angrily retorted, "Don't you know that men and women shouldn't touch each other? Even if you're siblings, you still have to avoid suspicion. You're shirtless, what a shame for others to see you!"
But Lu Qian just said "Oh" indifferently, and said lightly: "You are going to marry me anyway, so it doesn't matter if you see it. Besides, it's just applying medicine, I didn't ask you to do anything else."
"Who said I'm going to marry you?" Song Lingyi turned her head away from him. Her eyes flicked unnaturally across the bronze mirror, and she saw the crisscross pattern of whip wounds all over Lu Qian's back, his skin torn and his flesh exposed. It was clear that her uncle had been very ruthless in inflicting such a blow.
"Then why did you come in?" Lu Qian asked lazily, his eyes as clear as seeing through fire.
In fact, Song Lingyi came in with the intention of applying medicine to him, but she was obviously not mentally prepared. Anyone would be nervous when suddenly seeing a half-naked man.
Now she was in a difficult position and had been ruthlessly exposed. She blushed and retorted, "...Azhu said you wouldn't let anyone help you apply the medicine, so I just came in to persuade you."
Just as he finished speaking, Lu Qian suddenly approached. Song Lingyi was startled and couldn't help but step back, but there was a screen behind her, so she couldn't retreat at all. The familiar smell of the wind invading her nose, and that extremely aggressive look in her eyes, was enough to make her scalp tingle.
Song Lingyi lowered her eyelashes and raised a finger to touch his shoulder.
"Stay away from me."
Lu Qian took a half step back and said with a pursed lip: "Oh, you can go now."
As if she didn't expect this man to let her go so easily, Song Lingyi looked up in surprise, and the two pairs of eyes looked at each other closely.
The candlelight illuminated the girl's flawless white face, and a faint fragrance invaded her nose. His gaze moved from her small and delicate nose to her slightly open lips, as if a hand was scratching his heart, and Lu Qian's Adam's apple rolled.
The gaze from above her head was too hot and scorching. Song Lingyi lowered her eyelids, not daring to meet his gaze. She silently moved behind the screen and walked quickly towards the door as if escaping.
Lu Qian's eyes were indifferent.
The sound of footsteps on the carpet became increasingly distant, and the scent of her around her became increasingly faint.
Just as Song Lingyi was about to step out of the door, she suddenly heard footsteps approaching from behind. She turned back in surprise, but he picked her up by the waist and the door was slammed shut.
Lu Qian placed her on the round table, his muscular waist and abdomen pressed between her legs. He then stuffed the ointment that Song Lingyi had casually tossed on the table back into her hands.
"I regret it." His eyes darkened suddenly, with a wicked smile on the corners of his lips, without the slightest regret or remorse.
"Apply medicine to me."
This posture is inexplicably dangerous.
Song Lingyi frowned and tried to push Lu Qian away, but the man in front of her had already turned his back to her, revealing the mottled scars all over his back.
The hand hanging in the air hesitated for a long time, but ultimately did not push the person away.
She opened the ointment box, picked up some ointment with her fingertips and gently applied it to the wound, then gradually moved it downwards...
His firm, muscular waist and abdomen rose and fell with his breathing, and Song Lingyi blushed slightly. She had noticed upon entering the room that Lu Qian's abs, though not noticeable when he was dressed, were actually quite impressive when he was undressed. She'd seen so many male Bodhisattvas online that it was a bit strange to see one in person.
"If it hurts, just tell me."
Just as he finished speaking, he heard Lu Qian softly cry out "pain".
Song Lingyi paused as she applied the medicine, her movements becoming gentler. "How about this?"
"pain."
The curve of Lu Qian's lips was impudent and wicked. Unfortunately, Song Lingyi didn't see it, thinking the young master's body was too delicate to bear the slightest pain. She mumbled to herself, her hands moving gently.
"Just bear with it. You didn't care about the consequences when you hit me. Now you feel the pain."
Lu Qian didn't say anything and turned to look at her, but Song Lingyi raised her hand and turned him back.
"What are you doing? Be quiet."
“…”
A quarter of an hour later, the medicine was finally applied.
Song Lingyi deliberately ignored the fiery gaze in front of her and lowered her head to screw the cap of the ointment. The candlelight was obscured, and the scent of Nifengxiang enveloped her.
"Song Lingyi."
"Um?"
Song Lingyi looked up, and a handsome face suddenly leaned in close, their lips touching. The pair of bright black eyes widened like a cat, staring at the boy who was so close, with his eyes closed, in disbelief.
Lu Qian grabbed the back of her head, bit the tip of her tongue with his teeth, and sucked and bit it without any rules.
After a while, Song Lingyi reacted and immediately raised her hand to push him away.
Lu Qian tilted his chin, his Adam's apple rolling, and looked at her with deep and dark eyes, full of lust.
The windows creaked as they were hit by the wind and rain, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier with no sign of stopping.
"You lecher." Song Lingyi's face flushed slightly as she grabbed his ear fiercely. "I haven't agreed to marry you yet!"
"Hiss~"
Lu Qian felt pain, but there was a smile on his face. He raised his finger to wipe away the water stains on Song Lingyi's lips. Looking at her swollen and moist lips, he couldn't help but lean over and peck her again.
"Who else can I marry if not me?"
Song Lingyi was irritated by his confident tone and rolled her eyes. "I'm not bad at all. There are many people who want to marry me. What else do you have to offer besides your family background and looks?"
As soon as she said this, Song Lingyi felt something was wrong.
Having a noble birth and handsome appearance is already very good. She is simply praising Lu Qian in disguise.
Sure enough, after hearing this, Lu Qian was so excited that his tail almost flew up to the sky.
"What I mean is... compared to Brother Jianzhi, you are far inferior."
After he finished speaking, Lu Qian stopped smiling, his eyes were cold as ice without any warmth.
Feeling guilty when he looked at her, Song Lingyi raised her hands to cover his eyes, "Why are you glaring at me? Can't you let me tell you the truth?"
Lu Qian bit the soft flesh in his mouth, took her hand away, and stared at her, "Actually, you have feelings for me too, right?"
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