Chapter 30: The Long Wind Opens Up.
Not long after Ning Jialing left, everyone parted ways after exchanging only a few words.
Yu Feijie originally planned to have a meal together before leaving, but Rong Chengzhou declined calmly: "It's too late today, let's do it next time."
Yu Feijie and Song Shaojun looked up at the still bright sky: "It's only six o'clock, how is it late?"
Turning around, Rong Chengzhou had already led Jiang Mingxue back to the equestrian club. The others had no choice but to give up and go back with them to change their horse tack before returning home.
Back at Songyunting, Aunt Lian had already prepared dinner.
Rong Chengzhou sweated a bit while riding a horse, so he went to the bathroom to take a shower without eating.
Jiang Mingxue hadn't ridden much and hadn't sweated much, so she ate first, thus avoiding him.
After dinner, I grabbed my pajamas and went to take a shower.
Her thigh was chafed by the saddle while riding, but she thought it was just a skin tear until she took off her fitted riding breeches and felt a sharp pain. She then discovered that blood had seeped from under the skin of the wound and stuck to her breeches, staining the black fabric a deep black.
"hiss--"
Even though I tried to be as gentle as possible, I still gasped in pain.
A doctor cannot heal himself; she cares deeply for her patients but always downplays her own wounds.
Fearing it would interfere with Rong Chengzhou and the others' horseback riding, he endured the pain in silence for the entire afternoon, which has now led to some signs of infection in his wound.
Logically, one shouldn't take a bath in this situation, but since I rode a horse today and got covered in dust, I had to take a shower.
Both inner thighs were chafed raw. Jiang Mingxue carefully took off her riding breeches and went to the shower to wash them.
When applying shower gel, deliberately avoid the wound on your thigh to minimize contact with the shower products.
After taking a shower, she found that Rong Chengzhou was neither in the room nor in the dining room. Aunt Lian thought she had something to ask him and told her, "The master went out without eating. It seems that something urgent happened."
"It's okay, I won't look for him."
Jiang Mingxue just wanted to see where he was so she could decide where to change her clothes.
Because Rong Chengzhou was there, she usually wore trousers as her home clothes, but today her legs were chafed, and the trousers were loose satin fabric, so the friction from walking made the wound worse.
She closed the master bedroom door, opened her wardrobe, and carefully unrolled the nightgowns in the pajamas section. Some were her own, while others were prepared for her by Madam Rong.
She usually wears spaghetti strap dresses, which she doesn't think is a problem, but she always feels they are too revealing in front of the veteran cadre Rong Chengzhou.
They skipped over those and went to see what Madam Rong had prepared.
Push aside the clothes hanger and freeze it in place.
The nightgowns that Madam Rong prepared were not only spaghetti strap styles, but also black deep V-neck dresses with lace trim.
Not to mention Rong Chengzhou, even she felt exposed.
"..." With a complicated expression, she put the pajamas back in their original position and then turned to search among the few pieces she had prepared.
Finally, I picked out the most conservative light green slip dress, with shoulder straps about an inch wide and a hem that went past my knees, which was barely acceptable.
She changed out of her pajamas and put on a nightgown.
However, the bra straps were inevitably showing, which was a bit embarrassing.
But she couldn't care less about that now. She hadn't prepared breast pads in advance, and she couldn't very well go braless.
After changing my clothes, I opened the bedroom door and went out to ask Aunt Lian if she had a first-aid kit.
Aunt Lian thought for a moment and said, "I don't think so. I didn't see it when I was cleaning the room."
They had only moved in a few days ago, and perhaps they hadn't had time to prepare, so she didn't bring back any commonly used hemostatic herbs.
It wasn't a serious wound. Jiang Mingxue returned to the bedroom, sat on the sofa to check her phone messages, and waited for her hair to dry.
Cheng Ying sent her a message while she was showering: "Are you free next week? Want to go for a jump?"
It's been a long time since I've danced.
Jiang Mingxue put down the towel and typed a reply: "Saturday morning should be fine."
[Cheng Ying]: Okay, let's call Yan Ze and see if he comes.
Cheng Ying was her college classmate. They met at a club activity and now work at the largest TCM hospital in Beicheng. Both of them are usually very busy, but they would occasionally go out together. That's how Yan Ze met her.
Jiang Mingxue: Okay.
Just as he finished replying to the message, the master bedroom door opened from the outside, and Rong Chengzhou walked in carrying a bag.
Before leaving, he changed into casual clothes, with his gray-black work shirt open, revealing a white T-shirt underneath, and dark brown trousers hanging straight down to his ankles.
His casual attire added a touch of relaxation to his appearance, making him look less stern than usual.
Jiang Mingxue dried her hair and asked naturally, "Did you go out for something?"
This was the first time she had taken the initiative to inquire about his affairs.
Rong Chengzhou closed the door, turned around and walked closer: "Okay, I'm going out to buy some medicine."
Having vaguely guessed something, Jiang Mingxue paused for a moment: "Buy medicine?"
No sooner had she asked than Rong Chengzhou walked up to her.
The tall figure lowered, bending one knee into a half-squatting position.
He placed his palm on her bent knee, raised his head slightly, and locked his deep, pool-like eyes on her: "Why didn't you tell me you were injured?"
The voice was still cold, but very soft; it wasn't a questioning tone, but rather an indescribable feeling.
Jiang Mingxue subconsciously pursed her lips, showing no embarrassment at having done something wrong, and lowered her eyes slightly to look back at him: "I was afraid of affecting you."
After a few seconds of silence, an indistinct sigh seemed to echo in the room.
Rong Chengzhou ultimately said nothing, only saying, "I'll help you apply the medicine."
Jiang Mingxue was pondering the meaning of that sigh when she unconsciously nodded, "Okay."
It wasn't until her nightgown was lifted up and the cold air from the air conditioner seeped in from under it, making her thighs feel noticeably cool, that she suddenly realized where the medicine was applied.
Her skirt was already rolled up to her mid-thigh, and she quickly grabbed his hand, saying, "Wait, wait... I'll do it myself..."
The man lifted his eyelids to glance at her, but said nothing.
He withdrew his hand and looked down at his phone, tapping twice.
The next second, all the lights in the bedroom went out at the same time, plunging the surroundings into darkness. Only a ray of moonlight shone through the gap in the curtains and fell on her.
In the darkened room, visibility instantly became blurry, and he could only vaguely make out his outline and eyes by the moonlight.
The man's deep, magnetic voice became even clearer in my ear: "Is it alright now?"
After a few seconds of stiffness, Jiang Mingxue nodded sluggishly, "Mmm..."
The hem of her skirt slowly rose again, rolling up to the upper half of her thigh.
The chafing is located in the middle of the inner thigh.
Rong Chengzhou said in a steady voice, "Spread your legs a little wider."
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
The pitch-black night, the hem of a skirt lifted, and an ambiguous conversation.
Anyone who didn't know better would have thought they were doing something wrong.
If Rong Chengzhou's tone hadn't been as calm as ever, almost like he was giving instructions in the military, even she herself would have doubted it.
Her cheeks flushed involuntarily, and she was incredibly grateful that Rong Chengzhou had turned off the lights.
She sat sideways on the edge of the sofa, obediently spreading her knees apart, and then heard the rustling sound of a medicine box being opened.
Rong Chengzhou first disinfected his hands and her wound with alcohol swabs, then unscrewed the seal of the ointment, squeezed out a piece onto his hand, and extended it to her leg in the dim light.
He has excellent night vision; he can see the outline of the wound even in the dark.
The moment the cool ointment touched her skin, Jiang Mingxue instinctively flinched back.
Rong Chengzhou stopped, looked up at her, and said in a low voice, "Bear with it."
My gaze returned to the wound, and I gently spread the ointment evenly with my fingertips.
The thin callus brushed against the delicate skin, with a slightly rough friction, but surprisingly it wasn't prickly; instead, it felt like a feather brushing against it.
She instinctively tensed her legs.
"Don't freeze."
He didn't raise his head, his voice was low, and his fingertips continued to slowly rub the ointment into the area around the wound.
The areas where the cocoons had rubbed against felt a slightly itchy, astringent sensation. My skin felt like it had been electrocuted, and even my heart skipped a beat.
Jiang Mingxue relaxed a little and subconsciously held her breath. Although only a minute had passed, it felt like an eternity.
After finally wiping one side, her disordered breathing returned to normal.
I was mentally prepared when I wiped the other side, and my breathing gradually became steady.
My gaze involuntarily fell on the face of the man in front of me. It was pitch black all around, and I could only vaguely see his lowered eyes, his gaze focused and almost serious.
She stared at him without blinking, not even feeling the stinging sensation of the ointment.
"alright."
She only realized what was happening when his fingertips lifted and lowered her skirt.
She quickly looked away and whispered, "Thank you."
Rong Chengzhou took out an alcohol swab to wipe his hands clean, and then put the ointment back into the box.
After tidying up, I picked up my phone from the sofa and prepared to turn on the light.
The screen had just lit up when a slender hand suddenly pressed down on him: "Don't turn on the light yet..."
Rong Chengzhou's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he stopped what he was doing: "What's wrong?"
"..." Jiang Mingxue frowned, without explaining the reason, her tone unintentionally carrying a hint of irrationality, "Anyway, just don't turn on the lights yet."
She didn't even dare to imagine how red her face would be.
She rarely acted like this, and a barely perceptible chuckle escaped the man's chest.
Without asking further questions, he simply said, "Then I'll carry you to bed."
Jiang Mingxue obediently stretched out her arms and hugged his neck: "Okay."
I've already hugged him all day, so one more time won't make a difference.
It's better than being embarrassed by turning on the lights.
Rong Chengzhou put one arm around her waist and the other hand under her knees. He was still in a half-squatting position with one knee bent, but he was able to easily lift her up steadily.
The lights weren't on, so the lighting was poor.
Although he could see the furniture clearly, he slowed down for fear of accidentally hurting her.
The sofa was more than two meters away from the bed. He carried her slowly to the bedside, bent down slightly, and placed her on the bed.
As soon as her body touched the bed, Jiang Mingxue's neck involuntarily tilted back slightly.
She raised her chin, about to let go of his arm, when her lips somehow brushed against his Adam's apple.
Both of them stopped moving at the same time, neither of them remembering to let go.
Her soft lips were still pressed against the man's prominent Adam's apple. She could feel the man's arms holding her pause for two seconds, and his Adam's apple rolled very slightly.
The air seemed to freeze; she could even hear her own heartbeat pounding against her eardrums, and the clear pulse at the side of his neck, all jumbled together.
Realizing what had happened, she hurriedly parted her lips, saying, "I couldn't see clearly, I bumped into it by accident..."
Rong Chengzhou didn't say anything, but slowly released her.
He touched her hair and found it was still wet, so he had her lean against the headboard and pulled the blanket over her.
They settled her in, but didn't leave.
I stood by the bed and gazed at her for a long time.
His tall, broad figure blocked the moonlight, extinguishing even the last glimmer of light.
She couldn't see anything, but Jiang Mingxue clearly felt a burning gaze upon her.
Even though the lights weren't on, my face kept getting hotter and hotter.
Her hands unconsciously tightened around the blanket, and she looked up to remind him, "...Have you not eaten yet?"
"Mmm." A single murmur escaped from her throat, which had been kissed by her, as deep and heavy as the night outside the window.
"Then how did you...?"
Before she could finish speaking, the man in front of her suddenly leaned down and precisely captured her lips in the darkness, drowning out her remaining words with his burning lips.
The strap on one shoulder had somehow come undone, and the man held her head with one hand, his palm facing upward, forcing her to tilt her head back and press her even closer to him.
With his other hand, he moved up her arm, the calluses gently gliding across her arm, her smooth shoulder, and finally stopping at the nape of her neck.
His eyes were as dark as ink soaked in water, and his warm, large hands completely held her slender neck and half of her face, gradually deepening the kiss from light to heavy.
Her breathing became erratic again, and Jiang Mingxue instinctively pushed him, but she couldn't muster much strength.
The scorching heat enveloped her neck, as if the heat within her body had finally found an outlet.
She slowly closed her eyes, her arms climbing back up to the man's neck, responding awkwardly.
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