He could hear Su Qinghe's familiar voice, but Ling Feng couldn't hear it clearly; he was in so much pain that he was experiencing tinnitus.
"Ling Feng?"
Seeing that he didn't reply, Su Qinghe put the medicine aside, sat down, and helped him up a little.
His lips were damp to the touch; he had bitten them until they bled. Su Qinghe took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat and asked him again.
Seeing him shake his head, she couldn't understand whether he could tolerate it or not, but she had no choice but to give him the medicine anyway.
Because of the severe side effects of the medicine, Su Qinghe didn't dare to give him too much.
After taking the medicine, Ling Feng lay half-reclined on Su Qinghe's lap, muttering something that Su Qinghe couldn't understand even when she leaned closer.
After waiting a moment, Su Qinghe carefully removed the person from her lap. During this process, Ling Feng tried to stop her, but his strength was no match for him, and Su Qinghe easily freed herself.
"Xiaoying, where does your young master usually keep his clothes?" she asked Xiaoying, who was guarding outside the door, from inside the house.
After learning the exact location, she returned to the bedside and found herself holding a black silk nightgown.
Seeing the person on the bed with their brows furrowed, Su Qinghe gestured and finally called Xiaoying in.
Ling Feng's current wounds mean that one person cannot change his clothes.
Xiaoying entered the room, and the two of them worked together to carefully remove Lingfeng's soaked nightgown.
"Master, let me do it!"
Xiaoying was about to take the clothes from Su Qinghe's hands when she saw Su Qinghe bend down.
"This needs to be replaced too."
Xiaoying looked in the direction she was pointing, her face showing hesitation.
"...Master, the underpants won't matter."
Although his young master was already like this, it only happened that night...
He still wanted to save face for his young master.
Su Qinghe's expression was calm, but her attitude was very firm.
"Just in case, he can't stand the slightest cold right now. If he coughs and aggravates his wound, your young master will suffer."
Hearing her say that, Xiaoying no longer hesitated. With a determined look in her eyes, she bent down and ripped off Lingfeng's last layer of modesty.
Su Qinghe glanced at it casually, and her previously composed expression instantly cracked. She stared at it for a few seconds, and then immediately looked away when Xiaoying straightened up.
Ahem... I never expected that Ling Feng, who usually looks so cold and ruthless, would have a pinkish genital area!
So pretty... cough cough... so cute!
Under Xiaoying's increasingly puzzled gaze, Su Qinghe shook off the jumbled thoughts in her mind and quickly wiped the sweat off Ling Feng's body with a towel soaked in hot water before changing her clothes again.
The sheets were wet, so Su Qinghe picked up the person and placed them on a small couch nearby. She only put the person back after Xiaoying made up a new bed.
Because they had to be careful not to aggravate Ling Feng's injury at all times, it took the two of them a full half hour to do just these few things.
Ling Feng had improved considerably during this time, but he still had a furrowed brow.
After finishing her work, Su Qinghe sent Xiaoying out again, and then picked up the book she hadn't finished reading, with the cute scene from earlier flashing through her mind from time to time.
Although she spent two months alone with Ling Feng, she was always "very serious".
Aside from the night she was drugged, they had never been completely honest with each other. At that time, she wasn't fully conscious and didn't look closely at all. Just now in the operating room, she didn't need to take this off at all.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be... Now she admits that he is the most handsome man she has ever seen, even more so than the other men in her family.
Lost in thought, Su Qinghe finished the book in her hand and tossed it aside without a second thought, turning her head to look at Ling Feng, who was sleeping rather restlessly.
He hasn't taken much medicine, so he's definitely still in pain.
However, he was indeed very patient; if it were any other man here, he would have burst into tears long ago.
After staring at his pale face for a long time, Su Qinghe reached out and touched his forehead. Once she was sure he was alright, she got up and went to the crib.
These two little ones are quite well-behaved. They cried for a while when they were born, but haven't cried since. Ling Feng has only fed them once during that time.
At first, she was worried that she wouldn't have enough breast milk for the two children, since men here have always only had one child at a time. She was surprised that they were both able to have enough to eat, but she didn't know if it would be enough when they got older.
Su Qinghe stood by the bed for a long time, already thinking of a name for the first boy in the family.
As for the baby girl, Su Qinghe directly chose the previously mentioned character "Cheng".
As darkness fell outside, Su Qinghe finally went out. She had been watching over Ling Feng all afternoon.
Dinner was still held in the main hall, but this time everyone finished early because they were going to see Ling Feng.
Today, Su Qinghe specifically instructed the kitchen to prepare some blood-nourishing foods, so they brought them along when they went over.
Upon entering the room, Ling Feng was already awake. Su Qinghe wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that Ling Feng's eyes flickered with excitement when he saw her.
She walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, and Ling Feng turned to look at her. "Is it getting more and more painful?"
Ling Feng nodded. "Yes, but I can accept it."
He looked at the other people in the room and greeted them one by one.
Seeing his miserable state, Ji Qingyu felt a pang of heartache.
They had just asked Su Qinghe out of curiosity and learned that the child was born this way, by cutting with a knife. Just thinking about it made him feel pain, yet he remained so calm.
Although she didn't like him before, after living together for so long, Ji Qingyu still couldn't help but care.
He took out chicken soup from the food box, saying, "You should eat more; the more you eat, the better you'll recover quickly."
Upon hearing this, Qin Ange nodded earnestly.
"That's right, I'm very good-looking, hehe, just a little too long."
He made everyone laugh, and he himself blushed a little, so he quickly squeezed next to Su Qinghe.
Su Qinghe smiled and squeezed his strong arm before taking the chicken soup from Ji Qingyu's hand.
"My lady, let me feed him. It might be inconvenient for you to support Ling Langjun." Seeing Su Qinghe's actions, Lin Xi quickly went over.
Su Qinghe handed it to him as instructed, and gently helped Ling Feng sit up and lean against her chest.
Ling Feng felt somewhat uncomfortable facing Su Qinghe's group of husbands.
“I can do it myself,” he said, looking at Su Qinghe.
It's just moving his arm; it won't involve his abdomen much, and he doesn't want his lord to feed him.
Su Qinghe didn't reply, which was considered a rejection.
Lin Xi smiled and handed her a spoon. "Anyway, you're just killing time. There are a lot of people in the family, so don't be shy."
Ling Feng, unable to refuse the crowd's requests, finally spoke, though he gripped Su Qinghe's clothes rather tightly.
Su Qinghe naturally sensed it, but assumed it was just because his wound hurt, and didn't think that he might be shy.
Ling Feng was forced to eat a lot at this meal, with Lin Xi and Ji Yuan taking turns feeding him, which made him feel less uncomfortable.
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