Chapter 53 Why Kiss Her?
Yu Qinghuan was silent, looking at her wrist which was being held tightly. She knew without thinking that her wrist must be covered in red.
This Xiao Wu must be blind, actually saying that he was afraid of hurting Mu Huaian's hand...
"I'm sorry, ma'am."
As Xiao Wu spoke, he looked at Yu Qinghuan eagerly, thinking that last time the young master said that Madam Yu would not come again, he thought that the young master had expressed his feelings, but was rejected by Madam Yu, and the two of them drew a line and no longer had any contact.
But today, as soon as Madam Yu heard that the young master had a high fever, she came immediately in the middle of the night. It was obvious that she was concerned about her young master!
If he were to say, it was because the young master was not proactive, especially for a woman like Madam Yu who had already been married once. It was impossible for her to just wait and do nothing.
Only he, the servant, can help the young master keep the person.
Yu Qinghuan was speechless. The health of the young master of the Duke Dingguo's Mansion was so precious. How could she let the young master suffer? She could only let a widow suffer.
"Forget it, I'll leave later."
Xiao Wu smiled happily, "Thank you, Madam. I will be on guard outside. If you need anything, just call me directly."
Without waiting for Yu Qinghuan to speak, he had already left the house with the empty medicine bowl, and closed the door behind him to prevent anyone from entering the house and disturbing them.
Looking at the weak and pitiful Mu Huaian lying on the couch, Yu Qinghuan had no choice but to sit down beside the couch and whispered to the unconscious Mu Huaian, "The people in your farm are really unreliable. You don't even leave anyone in the house. If I were a female hooligan, you would be in trouble tonight."
Mu Huaian seemed to be able to hear her words, and sweat broke out on his red neck.
Yu Qinghuan almost laughed out loud, and took a handkerchief with one hand to wipe the sweat off his neck.
The room was quiet, with the dim candlelight flickering. Because her hands were tightly held, Yu Qinghuan could not go anywhere. She could only lie on the edge of the bed and stare at Mu Huaian.
In fact, when this man wears a mask on weekdays, others can't see the scar on his face at all.
Yu Qinghuan suddenly remembered what Sang Ru said, appearance is very important, at least for herself.
If she didn't have this face, how could she marry Xie Zhiwen, how could she hook up with Xie Zhili after Xie Zhiwen's death, and how could she hook up with the prince now.
But she felt that Mu Huaian was a good person, and appearance was just the most insignificant advantage for him...at least for herself.
Thinking of this, Yu Qinghuan gently raised her hand to cover the intact half of Mu Huaian's face, leaving only the half of his face that was usually covered with a mask for careful scrutiny.
Although the scar is a bit scary, as long as you think that this is Mu Huaian, the scar on this half is not that important.
Her fingertips unconsciously traced the direction of the scar, from her brow bone to her cheek, and from her cheek to her lips. As she watched, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and she slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.
...
The next day, Mu Huaian was awakened by the sweat on his body. He struggled to open his heavy eyelids and saw a familiar face in a trance. He thought he was still asleep.
This was not the first time he had dreamed of Yu Qinghuan. She was sleeping next to him, with most of her face resting on his shoulder and her hand holding his arm.
The warm breath brushed across his neck, and Mu Huaian's Adam's apple trembled. He wanted to move his numb arms, but found that their hands were tightly held together.
"...Cold." Yu Qinghuan, in a daze, hugged his arms tighter, rubbed his face forward unconsciously, and crawled into the quilt with his legs, clamping Mu Huaian's thighs.
Seeing her burying her head in his neck again, Mu Huaian's body tensed up, with strong emotions surging in his heart, but he didn't even dare to move his fingertips, for fear that a breath would shatter this absurd and beautiful dream.
But he hadn't seen Yu Qinghuan for a month. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to get closer and take a look at this face that was so close to him.
He moved closer and closer, his thin lips slowly touching the red lips that he had never even thought of before. The soft touch made his heart beat faster, almost jumping out of his chest.
The moment their breaths intertwined, Mu Huaian clearly felt the sweetness that belonged only to Yu Qinghuan, which was more real and moving than any previous dream.
He couldn't help but ask for more...
Just then, the door creaked open.
"Please..." Xiaowu walked in, opened his mouth wide, and looked at the scene in shock!
It's only been two hours, how come they ended up sleeping together?!
Moreover, his young master was actually kissing Mr. Yu... No, his young master was actually kissing Miss Yu!
He caught a glimpse of Xiao Wu from the corner of his eye, and their eyes met. Mu Huaian's pupils suddenly shrank and he hurriedly retreated. From Xiao Wu's eyes, he clearly realized that this was not a dream.
Xiaowu also hurriedly left the house and closed the door again. He patted his chest and took a deep breath. It was a close call. He almost ruined the young master's good fortune.
Mu Huaian stared at the person beside him in a daze, his Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed. This was not a dream. How could she... be here?
He quietly loosened his hand and struggled to pull his arm out of Yu Qinghuan's hand. Fortunately, Yu Qinghuan turned over, retracted his legs, and moved away from him.
By the time he sat up from the bed, Mu Huaian was already sweating profusely.
At this moment, Yu Qinghuan finally opened her eyes, rubbed them with her hands, and stood up from the couch, "You're awake."
Mu Huaian responded hoarsely, his eyes unable to help but fall on the slightly swollen red lips, "You... why are you here?"
"Xiaowu said that your high fever won't go away, so I came to check on you." Yu Qinghuan said, reaching out to touch Mu Huaian's forehead, and confirming that his forehead was no longer hot, then withdrew his hand.
Mu Huaian's Adam's apple trembled slightly, and his fingertips unconsciously curled into his palm, "Thank you."
Yu Qinghuan responded and looked outside. It was already dawn. He had not returned home all night. Sang Ru didn't know how anxious she was.
She immediately picked up the cloak beside her and put it on herself, saying to Mu Huaian on the couch, "I haven't been home all night, so I have to go back first. Remember to take your medicine and ask the doctor to come and see you. I'll come to see you next time."
She was about to leave in a hurry, but Mu Huaian suddenly grabbed her hand and said in a hoarse voice: "Next time..."
Yu Qinghuan turned to look at him, puzzled, "?"
Mu Huaian's voice was hoarse. He felt that the fingertips holding her hand were burning, and his heart was beating wildly. He asked cautiously, "When is the next time?"
Yu Qinghuan was slightly stunned, staring at Mu Huaian in a daze. She saw cautious expectation in his eyes, and even the hand that was holding her was trembling a little.
Yu Qinghuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, unable to refuse.
After a while, she said, "Tomorrow."
After getting a positive answer, Mu Huaian let go of her hand and watched Yu Qinghuan's figure disappear from his sight again, leaving only a little sweetness on the bed, but his heart was empty again.
Coming out of Mu Huaian's room, Yu Qinghuan quickened her pace, her heart beating rapidly. She covered her burning face with her cold hands, her mind full of what had just happened...
Why did Mu Huaian kiss her???
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