Around midnight, Han Yichen, who was in the east wing of the backyard of Jing Hua Yuan snack bar, felt relieved when he saw Hua Qingcheng finally return after settling the horses.
Han Yichen stood in front of the window and waited until Hua Qingcheng finished her work and the lights in the main room went out. Then he came and knocked on the door with his medicine box.
"Alluring~"
Hua Qingcheng, who had just laid down, heard Han Yichen's voice and immediately stood up and went to open the door.
"Sanlang, why haven't you rested yet so late? Do you miss me?"
The night was pitch black, but the tall, lean figure of her third husband at the door was still quite recognizable. Hua Qingcheng raised her hand and pulled him into the house, closing the door.
Han Yichen, who was pulled into the house, raised the corners of his lips slightly, gently released Hua Qingcheng's hand, walked to the table and lit the candle.
Just now he just thought Hua Qingcheng's clothes were weird, but now after lighting the candles, Han Yichen knew why it was weird.
I saw that she was only wearing a piece of pink cloth wrapped at her chest. The cloth was quite short, just reaching her knees. There were only two thin strips of cloth connecting her chest and back on her shoulders.
Hua Qingcheng was wearing a suspender nightgown tonight that she had asked Mu Lige to make for her and had only worn a few times. In order to make it comfortable to wear, the dress was made relatively loose.
Seeing the faint glimpse of Hua Qingcheng's breasts beneath her dress, Han Yichen couldn't help but swallow hard. But thinking about having to tend to her injuries later, he forced himself to suppress the fire that kept rising in his abdomen.
Hua Qingcheng looked at Han Yichen with a complicated expression in confusion, until she saw two lines of bright red liquid suddenly flow from his nose, Hua Qingcheng realized how seductive her current outfit was.
"that……"
Seeing Han Yichen take out a handkerchief from his bosom to wipe the blood from his face, and then quickly raise his hand to press the acupoints to stop the nosebleed, Hua Qingcheng suppressed her smile and was about to say something when Han Yichen interrupted her:
"This afternoon at the Yuan Family Martial Arts Hall, you fought with Yuan Ba, and she made you spit out blood. I'm afraid you have internal injuries, so I came here specially to take a look at you."
"I'm fine... cough cough cough..."
Hua Qingcheng was trying to hold back her smile, but when she heard Han Yichen's caring words, she was about to tell him that she was fine, but she accidentally choked on her own saliva and started coughing violently.
"You said you were fine, but you're still coughing."
After forcing Hua Qingcheng to sit at the table, Han Yichen began to take her pulse.
In the afternoon, Han Yichen was very worried when he saw Hua Qingcheng spit out a mouthful of blood after being punched by Yuanba on the back. Now he felt relieved to see that she was indeed fine.
"How about it?"
"I told you I'm fine."
Hua Qingcheng wanted to pull Han Yichen's hand and ask him to sit next to her, but he gently dodged her.
"I just took your pulse. Although your internal organs are not damaged, your body is still somewhat injured after Yuanba's powerful punch. Let me take a look at your injuries first."
At this time, Hua Qingcheng was only wearing a suspender nightgown. Except for her underwear, her upper body was bare. The punch that Yuanba hit her was covered by the skirt behind her.
Since Han Yichen wanted to see his injury, she had no choice but to take off her skirt. Although they were considered an "old husband and wife", she still felt a little uncomfortable.
But compared to her discomfort, Han Yichen was the one who suffered more.
"Alluring~"
Seeing Hua Qingcheng lying on the bed, with a dark blue bruise on her back that was thicker than a bowl, Han Yichen's heart couldn't help but tighten.
"Why are you doing this?"
Gently stroking the dark spot on Hua Qingcheng's back, Han Yichen's eyes were sore, with both heartache and resentment.
If she wanted someone dead, he could just poison them to death. If she thought the poisoned person's death was too ugly, he could also chop off their head with his sword. Why bother fighting so hard?
"I am your wife and mistress. It is only natural for me to protect you."
"Even though Erlang and Sanlang both have the ability to protect theirselves, Yuan Qiu has repeatedly brought people to our house to beat people up and cause trouble. Naturally, I want her to know that no one can mess with someone like Hua Qingcheng."
"No one can hurt Hua Qingcheng's people without paying the price."
The tears that were originally welling up in Han Yichen's eyes had unknowingly slipped down, and fell drop by drop on Hua Qingcheng's back.
His several masters in Xuanyi Valley treated him well, but they were usually very strict with him and he could not make any mistakes, otherwise he would be severely punished.
The strict requirements imposed on him by his masters also enabled him to insert the needle accurately without any deviation even with his eyes blindfolded.
Han Yichen was grateful to his teachers, but his heart was always lonely and closed. It was not until this moment that Han Yichen finally understood what he had been missing.
From childhood to adulthood, he never knew that the feeling of being treated gently and cared for sincerely could be so heartwarming, sweet and happy.
Han Yichen no longer worried about whether he would be beaten again if he asked the woman who his father was. Because Hua Qingcheng had given him everything that was once out of his reach.
From now on, he will never have any feelings for the woman who broke his heart, just as she resolutely abandoned him in the past.
"Sanlang~"
Feeling the hot tears falling on her back from time to time, Hua Qingcheng felt sad. When she wanted to turn her head sideways to look at Han Yichen, he pressed her down and made her lie back down.
"Don't move. I'm giving you an acupuncture injection now. I can't stop. Just wait a moment and it will be fine soon.
Han Yichen took advantage of Hua Qingcheng's back to him and quickly wiped away the tears on her face. After half a minute, he finally removed all the gold needles from her back. He saw that the dark blue bruises that were originally thicker than the rim of a bowl had shrunk by half and the color had also faded a lot.
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