Qiao Wanwan picked up a bath towel and hurriedly wrapped it around herself, feeling both embarrassed and angry. "Zhan Jingting, I'm really going to get angry!"
The man then looked away, saying, "I'm not looking anymore."
"But you just saw everything!"
"It's not like I haven't seen it before."
"That's different. The light was so dim that night, how could you possibly see anything!"
The man's gaze deepened. "Madam Zhan, are you sure you want to discuss with me whether you saw things clearly that night?"
Qiao Wanwan's face turned pale with anger. "Get out! I need to change my clothes!"
The man then maneuvered his wheelchair away. Before he even left the dressing room, he heard the girl behind him comforting him.
"Calm down! Don't act impulsively! Killing him will make you a widow, Qiao Wanwan!"
Zhan Jingting: "......"
Qiao Wanwan took a deep breath and went to the closet to find her pajamas.
They did prepare pajamas for her, but when Qiao Wanwan looked through them, she found that each piece had less and less fabric!
Qiao Wanwan was stunned. Zhan Jingting looked respectable and had a celibate expression, but she never expected him to have such a fetish!
You really can't judge a book by its cover!
Moreover, his demeanor that night certainly wasn't that of someone who was ascetic.
Qiao Wanwan abandoned a closet full of pajamas and went to find a white men's shirt to wear, the length of which was just right to be used as a dress.
Half an hour later, Zhan Jingting came out of the bathroom, and Qiao Wanwan immediately ran up to him and asked, "Zhan Jingting, where's my suitcase? Didn't you say you brought it to the master bedroom?"
Zhan Jingting looked at the scene before him, his eyes darkening.
She was wearing his shirt, which made her look even more petite, and her long, straight, fair legs were dazzlingly eye-catching.
The man's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice became a few decibels lower and hoarse, "Why would you need a suitcase so late?"
"Change your clothes. The clothes you prepared are too see-through, I can't wear them. I want to sleep in my own clothes."
Zhan Jingting smirked, "You'll have to take them off after a while, won't you?"
Qiao Wanwan: "......"
She really wanted to beat this lustful, stinky man to death!
Zhan Jingting lay down on the bed. "Madam, aren't you going to come and rest?"
Qiao Wanwan was incredibly nervous, but dared not show it, and turned around to walk towards him confidently.
The man looked at her calmly. "Are you nervous?"
Why would I be nervous?
"You're moving your hands and feet in unison."
Qiao Wanwan: "......"!!
She slowly moved closer, then suddenly a thought struck her, and she said, "Zhan Jingting, I'm pregnant, we can't do that!"
The man looked at her leisurely. "Which one?"
"You're asking a question you already know the answer to! It's about the wedding night!"
"So you've been thinking about your wedding night all night." Zhan Jingting looked at her seriously. "But Madam, let me remind you, you're pregnant, so don't have any wild thoughts. I didn't intend to do anything to you tonight."
Qiao Wanwan: "......"!!
This man is absolutely despicable!
She angrily lay down on the bed and pulled the blanket over herself.
The next second, a long, strong arm pulled her into a familiar embrace.
Qiao Wanwan opened her eyes and glared at him. "What are you doing?"
"sleep!"
"I don't want to sleep in your arms," Qiao Wanwan said with disdain.
"We're husband and wife, we have to sleep in each other's arms."
"Who says married couples have to sleep cuddling?"
"Husbands and wives still have obligations to fulfill. Since I can't fulfill them, what's wrong with me holding you while we sleep?"
Qiao Wanwan: "......"
Sophistry! This man is a master of sophistry!
She couldn't argue with him, and she was too lazy to argue anymore. She closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.
Under the dim light of the bedroom lamp, the man gazed tenderly at her sleeping face for a long time before placing a kiss on her forehead. "Happy wedding, Mrs. Zhan."
......
Strangely enough, Qiao Wanwan, who often suffered from insomnia at the Qiao family home, slept soundly until dawn this night for the first time ever.
The girl slowly woke up, and before she even opened her eyes, she heard strange noises.
It sounded like a man's muffled groan.
She suddenly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was the man's pale, handsome face.
"Zhan Jingting, what's wrong?" Qiao Wanwan saw that he was covered in sweat and quickly sat up. "Is your head hurting again?"
"Um."
Qiao Wanwan hurriedly took out silver needles from the drawer and inserted them into his skin.
She went to the bathroom to get a towel to wipe his sweat. "You've been in pain for a long time, haven't you? Why didn't you wake me up?"
The man gritted his teeth and endured the pain, saying, "I want you to sleep a little longer."
Qiao Wanwan paused as she wiped the sweat from Qiao Wanwan's hand. In all her years in the capital, no one had ever cared for her like this.
When he first woke up, his hand was under her neck, and he kept holding back from crying out so as not to wake her.
Qiao Wanwan suppressed the sting in her eyes and took his pulse. "Your pulse is erratic, your qi and blood are imbalanced, and you should have been poisoned recently, right?"
Zhan Jingting looked at her in surprise, "You can even figure this out?"
"Answer me first."
"Yes, that was the night I was poisoned, but I took the antidote in time. However, I didn't expect my body to react strangely, and I couldn't control myself at all."
Her appearance was like a timely rain after a long drought, and he could no longer restrain himself.
Qiao Wanwan muttered under her breath, "So it wasn't just lust after all..."
"What did you say?"
"I said it must be a side effect of the antidote!"
A slight smile appeared on Zhan Jingting's pale face. "You still haven't told me where you learned your medical skills."
"I met an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor and learned a little bit from him."
When she first returned to the Qiao family, she would take the pulse of the maid, but Liu Yaqin disliked her, saying that it was not respectable. From then on, she never treated anyone again, but locked herself in her room to study medical skills and perform acupuncture on models.
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