Although she knew in her heart that He Yunxiao was a big bad guy and couldn't be trusted easily, Meng Qingrou couldn't help but blush and her heart race whenever she saw him either looking serious or uttering those soft, sweet words.
My heart felt sweet, as if it had been doused with honey.
He Yunxiao sat at the table in the pharmacy, at the same spot where his pulse had been taken earlier. Meng Qingrou, on the other hand, used the excuse of looking for medicine to hide in a corner of the pharmacy.
Rubbing her still slightly flushed and hot cheeks, Meng Qingrou murmured to herself, "Nanzhu, Nanzhu. How could you be so spineless? You promised not to forgive him so easily, but now you blush with embarrassment at the slightest thing he says. You have no backbone at all! What kind of princess are you! It's just those... things..."
Meng Qingrou's face flushed red again as she inadvertently thought of things she shouldn't have.
She hid in a corner of the pharmacy where no one could see her, using her warm little hands to cool down her burning face.
She repeatedly told herself: I can't think about it anymore, I can't think about it anymore, otherwise Nanzhu will become a bad child that no one likes.
He Yunxiao waited by the table for a while before finally seeing Nan Zhu's wife slowly emerge from behind the herb shelf with a few medicinal herbs in her hands.
Meng Qingrou placed the medicinal herbs on the table, took a small knife and cut out a small piece, then protected the large piece of herbs beside her and threw the small piece to He Yunxiao.
He Yunxiao picked up a piece of medicinal herb about the size of a fingernail and asked, "Is eating this enough?"
Meng Qingrou looked at He Yunxiao's eyes and saw him intentionally or unintentionally glancing at the large medicinal herbs in her arms.
The thought that He Yunxiao might use the excuse of drug poisoning to take her hand for granted made Meng Qingrou instinctively reach out and tightly protect the large medicinal herb.
Not only should you protect him, but you should also warn him with your eyes not to have any bad intentions.
Looking at his wife Nanzhu, who was both possessive of her food and adorably fierce, He Yunxiao was at a loss for words.
Indeed, when a person is beautiful, everything they do is pleasing to the eye.
He Yunxiao then asked, "Shall we eat the smaller one?"
Meng Qingrou nodded repeatedly.
After receiving confirmation from Nan Zhu's wife, He Yunxiao put the small piece in his mouth and swallowed it without chewing.
After eating it and seeing no reaction, He Yunxiao asked, "Doctor Nanzhu, should I use my internal energy to activate its medicinal properties?"
Meng Qingrou thought for a moment and said, "Okay."
He Yunxiao acted decisively, mobilizing his internal energy to accelerate the release and absorption of the medicinal properties.
Soon, the medicinal effects of the herbs wore off. Yet He Yunxiao still showed no symptoms whatsoever.
Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes "observation, listening, questioning, and palpation." Meng Qingrou saw that He Yunxiao seemed fine, so she said to him, "Give me your hand."
When He Yunxiao heard that Nan Zhu's wife wanted to have his hands, he was naturally more than happy to oblige.
He was so eager to hold Nanzhu's wife's hand that he was practically going crazy.
So he decisively reached out, across the tabletop, and directly in front of Nanzhu's wife, effortlessly taking her small hand in his.
It is white, soft, tender, warm, and delicate.
Her skin was as smooth and delicate as tofu, and her jade-like hands were just the right size to fit perfectly in the palm of your hand. It was simply a wonderful object that could be held and played with in the palm of your hand.
Meng Qingrou didn't think anything of it at first, until He Yunxiao's palm crossed the center line of the table, and she began to feel something was wrong.
Why stretch your arm out so far when you're just taking a pulse?
Then, to her astonishment and horror, Meng Qingrou watched as He Yunxiao grabbed her small hand and began to knead and play with it.
Meng Qingrou, who had repeatedly reminded herself to be dignified and reserved, was once again broken down by He Yunxiao.
"He Yunxiao! You! There's a difference between men and women, how could you... touch my hand like that..."
Although Meng Qingrou was initially assertive, as her small hands were kneaded and the tactile information was gradually sent to her brain, her assertiveness gradually weakened.
The terrible thought even crept into my mind: "It's just holding hands, didn't we always hold hands before?"
He Yunxiao was puzzled by Nan Zhu's wife's reaction.
Didn't she ask me to hold her hand? Why am I not allowed to now?
He asked, "Namjoo, you said 'give me your hand,' isn't that holding hands?"
Meng Qingrou's hand was grabbed, and the thought of surrendering to He Yunxiao grew stronger. She said anxiously and angrily, "I asked you to let me take your pulse!"
He Yunxiao then understood what Nanzhu's wife meant and was extremely embarrassed. He gave her a final squeeze before reluctantly letting go, obediently placing his wrist on the cotton cloth so that Nanzhu's wife could properly take his pulse.
Meng Qingrou adjusted her mindset of "surrendering," glared at He Yunxiao, and said fiercely, "Are you doing this on purpose?!"
He Yunxiao told the truth: "No. I really thought you wanted me to hold your hand."
Seeing He Yunxiao's frankness, Meng Qingrou knew that he had taken advantage of her again, but she couldn't bring herself to blame him.
Ever since he solemnly vowed never to lie to her again, Meng Qingrou felt a sweet, comfortable, and reassured feeling whenever he spoke so frankly to her.
It seems that even if He Yunxiao really did something bad, as long as he told her the truth afterward, she could forgive him completely.
Meng Qingrou said in a light tone, "Don't do that again," and that was the end of the matter.
Then she extended her finger and pressed it on He Yunxiao's pulse to determine whether the small piece of medicine was truly ineffective for He Yunxiao's body.
She quickly found the answer: the medicinal power of the herbs was negligible for He Yunxiao's strange body.
She said, "This herb is no longer usable; we need to replace it." Then she cut another small piece and threw it in front of He Yunxiao.
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