Chapter 49
Hanxiang was walking with her head down, carrying two jars of pear blossom wine that Wenshu treasured in her room, when she suddenly heard a voice from inside the room and stopped in her tracks.
She hesitated for a moment, but still replied, "Yes, this servant will wait outside."
They really didn't come in?
While Wen Shu was still in a daze, Pei Lingjun, who had been sitting on the bed, walked up to her without her noticing.
His bare, muscular upper body and perfect proportions—broad shoulders and a narrow waist—are even more striking than when he's dressed.
Wen Shu looked up and was met with this scene. She quickly looked away, her body stiff and her mind unable to process what she saw.
The young man nodded, and the candlelight on the square table behind him cast a long shadow on his back, completely enveloping Wen Shu in its shadow.
"you..."
Wen Shu was speechless, only feeling that the two of them were so close that even the air seemed thin.
Pei Lingjun twirled the medicine bottle in his hand, his dark eyes fixed on her, his voice seductive: "Cousin, the injury is on my back, help me."
As soon as Wen Shu raised her eyes, the young man's long arm reached over her head and pressed down, gently closing the door that had been slightly ajar, cutting off even her escape route!
Pei Lingjun leaned forward slightly, embracing Wen Shu in a completely enveloping posture.
"you..."
Wen Shu kept saying "you" twice, unable to utter a complete sentence.
Pei Lingjun's posture suggested that the stalemate would continue if the medicine wasn't administered.
Wen Shu pursed her lips tightly, lowered her head to take the medicine bottle, and only followed after seeing Pei Lingjun withdraw his hand and create distance.
She gritted her teeth in hatred, her eyes blazing as she glared at Pei Lingjun, thinking to herself, "It's just applying medicine, right? Just don't regret it."
The cool ointment was applied to the wound, and Wen Shu carefully applied the medicine to him, ultimately not doing anything to mistreat the patient.
When the assassin's blade fell that day, there was no cushioning whatsoever; he took the blow head-on.
The doctor's words still echoed in my ears: "That cut was quite powerful, and it's only thanks to your good fortune that you survived; otherwise, that cut might have sliced you in two! Alas!"
Wen Shu stared at the wound on his back. On that day, in the critical moment, if Pei Lingjun hadn't thrown the blade in his hand to save his father, he wouldn't have had to take such a blow because he was unarmed.
The ointment was applied to the wound, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of medicine.
Wen Shu took a breath and wrapped the wound on her back with gauze.
Her delicate fingertips, holding gauze, groped around in front of him, inadvertently touching the flesh on his side. Whether it was because his body was too sensitive or Pei Lingjun was too nervous, he felt his whole body tremble the moment her fingertips touched him.
A tingling, itchy sensation rose uncontrollably from my lower abdomen, burning intensely.
Pei Lingjun opened his eyes wide in surprise. Behind him was Wen Shu's shallow breathing, her thin, warm breath spraying onto his back, which felt inexplicably hot.
Her occasional touches, such as wrapping the gauze around her back while embracing her from behind, made Pei Lingjun feel nervous.
This was the first time he had ever been so close to a girl other than his elder sister!
The sound of fabric rubbing together was faint. Pei Lingjun lowered his eyes to look at Wen Shu's light pink long sleeves, which fell layer upon layer onto his dark black lower garment.
A silent smile curved her lips; for some reason, she felt that they were perfectly matched.
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