Chapter 250: Ying Zhilin is afraid of pain
Wen Yan suddenly felt the pressure on her shoulders.
It was as if a mountain was pressing on her shoulders.
Wen Yan quickly used all her strength to support him: "Did you pull the wound?"
Ying Zhilin frowned slightly and nodded with a hum.
Wen Yan also frowned: When did he become so spoiled?
Could it be that those pieces of mud hit a vital spot?
You can't be pretending!
"Just bear with it for a while, we'll be at the room soon." Wen Yan helped him back to the room and let him sit on the chair.
"You sit here, I'll go find someone." Wen Yan said, turned around and was about to go out to call someone.
Ying Zhilin grabbed her wrist and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
"You're in so much pain, of course you should go see a doctor!"
"The barefoot doctor in the village is probably not as good as me in medical skills. He would just ask me to rub it with medicinal wine. Why bother making that trip?" Ying Zhilin pulled her back.
Perhaps it was due to his back injury, he hissed softly and turned even paler. "In the drawer of my desk, there's a bottle of blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing plaster. Just rub it on."
"Then I'll go find Brother Chen Qi to help you." Wen Yan still wanted to go out.
Ying Zhilin grabbed her again and said, "Brother Chen Qi lost a leg and an arm, and he already feels inferior. Why rub salt into his wounds?"
Wen Yan: "Is this... considered sprinkling salt?"
"Why not?" Ying Zhilin said, as if he suddenly thought of something.
His eyes instantly turned lost and hurt. "Actually, it's you who's unwilling to help me. I know that although we are husband and wife in name only, there are still differences between men and women..."
He smiled bitterly and lowered his head.
Wen Yan: "...I'm not, I don't!"
"Your concerns are correct. Go find Uncle Kang to help me." Uncle Kang was the leader of the three guards.
Ying Zhilin turned around and lowered his head.
That back view looks so pitiful and lonely.
How did she act like a bully, when Ying Zhilin was the poor little thing she bullied?
Wen Yan was speechless for a while.
She opened her mouth, wanting to explain something, but in the end she said nothing and left the bedroom.
After Wen Yan got the ointment, she hesitated for a moment and had not yet gone to find Uncle Kang.
When she returned to the room, she saw a broad, snow-white back appear before her.
Wen Yan's pupils trembled and he took a deep breath.
Ying Zhilin took off his shirt himself.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, and solid muscles.
Not to mention, this man has a pretty good figure.
It's just those purple bruises on his back that really spoil the sight.
Wen Yan had previously suspected that he was pretending to be weak, but it turned out that she had misunderstood.
Wen Yan walked in with the things.
"Uncle Kang, thank you for your help." Ying Zhilin said without turning his head, with a hint of grievance in his voice.
Wen Yan didn't say a word.
Pick up a little ointment with your fingers, melt it with the warmth of your palm, and then press it on the purple area.
"Hmph..." Ying Zhilin hummed softly, and his body trembled.
Unexpectedly, he was afraid of pain. Wen Yan couldn't help but let out a low laugh.
Ying Zhilin's ears instantly turned red: "Don't tell Wen Yan that I'm afraid of pain."
"Why didn't you tell me? Are you afraid that I would make fun of you?" Wen Yan held back her laughter.
Ying Zhilin turned around suddenly and saw Wen Yan.
He immediately protected his chest with his hands.
Her cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He quickly covered his face with his hands.
Wen Yan couldn't stop laughing.
She hooked her index finger around his wrist and said, "Hey, why are you shy? Weren't you able to endure it when Meng Xiyan slapped you before?"
Why can't you bear it now?"
"Stop talking." Ying Zhilin suddenly looked up and covered Wen Yan's mouth with his hand, "Don't say anything more."
His cheeks were so red with shame that they seemed to be dripping with blood.
The eye sockets were red and covered with a layer of mist.
She looks so pitiful.
Wen Yan suddenly felt guilty.
She quickly put away her smile and apologized to him sincerely: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it.
It's such a stark contrast to your usual personality that I...
I really didn’t mean to do that.”
Ying Zhilin sighed softly: "I am the eldest brother. If I don't show some strength, how can I protect my younger brothers and sisters?"
Wen Yan felt the atmosphere was depressing and abruptly changed the subject: "Stop talking about those nonsense. Let me help you spread the ointment. It will be painful, just bear with it."
"Yeah." Ying Zhilin turned around and let Wen Yan do it.
As soon as Wen Yan rubbed him for the first time, Ying Zhilin's body began to spasm uncontrollably.
Wen Yan didn't dare to take action anymore and suggested to wait a while before continuing.
Ying Zhilin shook his head: "The injury on my back seems to have affected my right arm. The Autumn Examination is coming up soon, and I can't let anything happen to my arm."
Although she knew that he would fail the exam, Wen Yan couldn't bear to hurt him and had to continue.
Ying Zhilin clenched his teeth tightly and made no sound.
Wen Yan did not stop, and Ying Zhilin also kept enduring the pain, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
Halfway through the massage, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Wen Yan was about to stop.
Ying Zhilin raised his head and looked at her: "I'm in so much pain, can I hold your waist?"
"Just like when I was a child, I hugged my mother." There were tears in his eyes, and he looked so pitiful, like a wounded puppy, which made people feel soft-hearted.
Wen Yan couldn't say no and just nodded slightly.
Ying Zhilin immediately hugged her waist tightly, as if Wen Yan was the only piece of driftwood he could hold on to.
He looks like a helpless child.
Wen Yan rubbed the medicine on him again and spoke to divert his attention.
"What are you going to do about Ying Ximei?" It was because of the information she provided that Ying Ximei ran away from home.
Things are very uneasy outside right now.
As a woman traveling alone, Ying Ximei could easily be targeted by bad guys.
Even though she didn't like it, Wen Yan would always feel guilty if she lost her life and innocence because of it.
Ying Zhilin replied weakly, "The day after she ran away, I asked my classmates to help me find her.
She is currently in the caravan of her classmates and is safe."
"I'm glad he's okay." Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief. "Then why didn't you tell Mrs. Qiao?"
"If you tell her too easily, she'll cling to you again and you won't be able to get rid of her."
Two quarters of an hour passed before Wen Yan finished rubbing three or four bruises: "Hurry up and put on your clothes."
Ying Zhilin raised his hand to put on his clothes, but his right hand was powerless.
Wen Yan sighed helplessly, "Let me help you."
Summer clothes are light and thin.
A long gown was quickly arranged for him.
"Thank you." Ying Zhilin kept his head down.
"It's just a small matter. Besides, we are partners. Isn't it normal for us to help each other?" Wen Yan packed up the ointment and prepared to go out.
"What happened today..." Ying Zhilin hesitated and said, "Can you not tell anyone?"
"Why should I tell others?" Wen Yan waved at him, smiled heartily and left.
After hearing Yan leave, Ying Zhilin raised his head.
He looked at Wen Yan's back, a gentle smile spreading across his face: "Sure enough, as long as they are weak, you will take care of them and sympathize with them!"
He touched the injury on his back with his flexible right hand, feeling a bit ashamed that Mrs. Qiao was useless.
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