He Yunxiao dared not make a sound to disturb her, fearing that he might startle the girl and cause her to accidentally poke her finger instead of catching it.
He quietly pushed open the door and went inside, carefully placing the candied fruit, rouge, and fish in their places.
Then he walked behind Meng Qingrou and watched what she was doing.
She was embroidering a sachet.
Even though He Yunxiao wasn't a professional, he could tell that the fabric of the sachet was quite ordinary, and Nan Zhu's wife's needlework skills were even more mediocre.
It's barely considered needlework.
That's understandable; she can't handle these things. She simply can't practice much.
While Nan Zhu's wife paused, He Yunxiao suddenly made a move and snatched the sachet along with the needle and thread.
Meng Qingrou stared blankly for a moment as the thing in her hand suddenly disappeared, then belatedly looked up.
"Young Master Xiao! You..."
He Yunxiao quickly replied, "As we agreed yesterday, I will come today to continue treating your injuries."
Meng Qingrou stretched out her left hand and said anxiously, "My hand is already healed, it doesn't need further treatment."
Meng Qingrou's hand has indeed almost fully healed. Yesterday's wound has already scabbed off and is practically invisible today. But does this mean the wound hasn't healed at all?
He Yunxiao pretended to be angry and pointed to the small red dot on Meng Qingrou's hand, saying, "Was this from being pricked by a needle just now?"
Meng Qingrou lowered her head guiltily.
“If I hadn’t given you a blood transfusion yesterday, even if you had been pricked by a needle, the bleeding would have continued for a while, even with a small wound.”
He Yunxiao placed the half-finished sachet on the table.
Then he started lecturing Meng Qingrou.
"Do you know you have hemophilia? Can you handle sharp objects? As the eldest princess of Qi, a sixteen-year-old young lady, can you..."
Meng Qingrou raised her head slightly and said cautiously, "Young Master Xiao, Nan Zhu is seventeen years old..."
"You dare talk back! You!"
He Yunxiao made a move as if to strike.
Seeing him like this, Meng Qingrou immediately lowered her head. She placed her hands on her lap, her right hand's two fingers tightly clenched in her left palm. At the same time, her long, shapely legs were straight and pressed together.
It was as if he was saying, "Namjoo knows she's done wrong, so you can punish her however you want, young master."
Seeing her like this, He Yunxiao immediately softened.
Men can be soft-hearted, but not in other ways.
He Yunxiao squatted down, poked her nose, and said seriously, "Take better care of yourself. Luckily, my blood is still usable; you pricked your finger today and didn't bleed. Next time, let the palace maids do this kind of thing."
Meng Qingruan said softly, "Xing'er and the others are very busy, and Nanzhu doesn't want to trouble them anymore. Besides, this is a sachet for my sister, and I want to make it myself..."
He Yunxiao thought that he had given Nanzhu's wife a lot of blood yesterday, which should be enough for a while, at least enough to prevent any serious problems from happening if he pricked his finger.
So he softened his tone and said, "If you promise not to prick your hand again, I'll agree to let you do it."
Meng Qingrou nodded quickly.
"Yes, yes. I promise."
He Yunxiao picked up the needle, thread, and sachet and returned them to Meng Qingrou, carefully wrapping the needle inside the thread to prevent it from pricking his wife, Nanzhu.
"Here you go."
Meng Qingrou smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you, Young Master Xiao!"
He Yunxiao laughed and said, "Are you satisfied now? If you are, let's start healing. Come on, listen to me, stretch out your hand."
Meng Qingrou certainly knew what "healing" meant.
Last night, she and Young Master Xiao held hands for a full half hour.
Even though she's considering discussing with her sister not marrying He Yunxiao, she's still not engaged to Young Master Xiao...
Although the doctor-patient relationship can be used to explain it away, but... I'm clearly already fully recovered...
Seeing Nan Zhu's hesitant look, He Yunxiao knew that his opportunity had come again.
Without hesitation.
"Smack!"
A tingling, numb sensation, along with a familiar voice, traveled to her brain. Meng Qingrou's face instantly turned red, and she instinctively began to panic.
He Yunxiao looked at her and smiled, "Hand."
In her panic, Meng Qingrou was somewhat at a loss. Despite feeling extremely embarrassed, she obediently raised her left hand and handed it to He Yunxiao.
"Separate your fingers yourself."
Meng Qingrou blushed and pretended not to hear.
But He Yunxiao wouldn't let her off so easily.
"Smack!"
Meng Qingrou turned her face away, as if afraid of getting a shot, not daring to look at her left hand. Her face was red, her lips were pursed, and she was filled with shame and indignation. But she still obediently spread her fingers apart, waiting for He Yunxiao's large hand to hold hers.
Seeing her like this, He Yunxiao deliberately teased her, refusing to hold her hand immediately.
He used his fingers to gently stroke and push upwards from the base of her palm.
That feeling from last night returned to Meng Qingrou.
She could only feel roughness, warmth, and a firm, solid feel in her left hand.
It's like having a big tree that can shelter you from the wind and rain during a storm.
Her attention was gradually drawn to the slow touch, diverting from the rest of her body to focus on her hand.
Just then, the large hand suddenly moved, completely grasping the fair and tender small hand, interlocking their fingers, and pressing them tightly together.
Because all attention is focused on the hands, the sensory information from touch is collected very well.
The overwhelming and chaotic information made her face flush instantly, and she instinctively tensed up, pressing her legs tightly together. It felt like being electrocuted from head to toe.
Seeing that Xiao Yun was holding her hand tightly again, Meng Qingrou said resignedly, "Young Master Xiao, how much longer will the treatment last today?"
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