◇ Chapter 51 It’s almost over
It was already midnight when the wound was bandaged again.
The tenderness and embarrassment on An Qin's face faded, replaced by a cold expression. He took two quilts from the closet and made a simple sleeping nest under Shen Yanheng's bed.
Chen Yanheng took a look and was shocked. Just as he was about to speak, An Qin looked at him coldly.
Chen Yanheng choked and felt guilty.
He felt a tingling sensation all over his body, spreading from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Even the wounds on his body that felt like they were burning no longer hurt. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Chen Yanheng lay there obediently, not daring to use his status as the owner of the manor to pressure others. His seductive peach blossom eyes turned slightly, and a low gasp escaped from his lips, "An~"
"I'll sleep here until your injury heals." An Qin opened his mouth and wanted to call "Manor Master" again, but fortunately, it was difficult to call out the word "Manor Master" to the shameless guy who pretended to be pitiful. After all, in his mind, the Manor Master, even if he was not a man with a feather fan and a robe, should not be a scoundrel.
"Those assassins could commit the crime in public, and they might also be able to sneak into the Grand Tutor's Mansion. I... I will protect you."
His bed on the floor was right next to Shen Yanheng's couch, so to get on the bed he had to pass by him first.
Although the secret guards around the owner of the manor are very skilled in martial arts, they are all hiding in the dark and there are always times when they are not visible.
Chen Yanheng was touched when he heard this, but he still couldn't sleep in separate beds, and how could he let An Qin sleep on the floor?
He looked at his sweetheart eagerly, and An Qin was also looking at him with concern.
Chen Yanheng was intoxicated by his lover's words that she wanted to protect him instead of the owner of the manor, and he was in ecstasy: "My dear, I hope you don't mind me being too much trouble. But the bed is big, it won't be a problem if we squeeze in. The ground is cold, you..."
An Qin's face grew a bit grim, his lips pressed together, he lowered his eyes and bowed his head.
Chen Yanheng's heart inexplicably skipped a beat, his voice stopped abruptly, and his eyelids twitched suddenly.
An Qin suddenly knelt down, clasped his hands together, and performed the salute of a subordinate.
Chen Yanheng was very good at reading people's expressions and guessing their thoughts. He immediately said, "Do whatever you want. I will obey you in everything. Even if you want to kill me, I will do it."
An Qin: “…” That’s not necessary.
But the owner of the manor was willing to say this, and he didn't want to see him treat him as his master...
An Qin's heart warmed, and he slowly looked up, seeing that Chen Yanheng looked nervous, looking at him pitifully, his eyes full of affection. At this moment, it seemed that their identities had been reversed, and he became the master, holding the power of life and death over Chen Yanheng.
"I'll follow your instructions." Chen Yanheng spoke cautiously, like a husband paralyzed in bed, fearing his wife might cheat on him. "The owner's jade pendant is in the box under the bed. You can also mobilize everyone in Fengyue Villa."
The wealth and manpower of Fengyue Villa are probably enough to compete with the entire Daliang.
When Chen Yanheng said he would give him Fengyue Villa, he was not trying to please him.
How could he be worthy of the manor owner doing this for him?!
An Qin's cold eyes trembled violently. He suppressed the shock in his heart, hummed softly, turned his head away, and lay down on the floor with his back to Chen Yanheng.
An Qin's eyes turned red without him knowing when. Chen Yanheng's words were still ringing in his ears. All the times when Chen Yanheng had protected him in the past appeared in front of his eyes. His heart was filled with bitterness, but also with sweetness. He had never felt so happy before.
He likes the owner very much.
Thinking of Chen Yanheng behind him, An Qin curled up his legs and huddled himself up, saying in a deep voice through the quilt: "When do you want to..."
He spoke the last two words very softly, but Chen Yanheng heard them clearly.
He was pleasantly surprised for a moment, and just wanted to pull the man over and ask him again, and get another promise from An Qin. As he stretched out his hand, the sword wound on his shoulder opened again, staining the gauze red.
Shen Yanheng: “…”
He endured the pain and tried to pretend that nothing had happened, but he forgot that the assassin from Fengyue Villa was unusually sensitive.
An Qin could smell the fresh scent of blood even through the quilt. His shame vanished and he turned over and sat up: "Chen Yanheng?!"
Chen Yanheng: “…………” It’s probably over.
It took another half an hour to bandage it again.
Looking at the man's pale lips, where no blood could be seen, An Leng's face turned completely cold: "Don't move around these few days. If the wound opens again, I will..."
As a subordinate, he didn't seem to be able to threaten his master.
An Qin choked, but Chen Yanheng nodded quickly: "Just punish me by not touching you for three days."
An Qin shyly avoided his gaze, gave him a few more instructions, and only lay down again after seeing Chen Yanheng close his eyes.
Chen Yanheng lost too much blood and fell asleep quickly. Listening to his long breathing, An Qin also quickly felt sleepy. However, he had to pay attention to the movements in the Taifu Mansion, so he did not let himself fall into a deep sleep.
For five consecutive days, Chen Yanheng did not get out of bed.
The cracked wound has scabbed over again. He has had enough rest these days, and his energy and blood have finally been replenished. His face looks as rosy as before he was injured.
An Qin had someone make a wheelchair. On the fifth day, he rejected Shen Yanheng's request to use crutches to help him walk out, and pushed Shen Yanheng out of the room to bask in the sun.
Unable to hold the girl in his arms as he wished, Chen Yanheng's smile faded a lot. He had only been in the courtyard for less than half an incense stick of time and sighed no less than ten times.
He was thinking about how to get An Qin to sit on his lap on his own initiative - his injuries were all on his back and shoulders, and his leg injuries were on his calves, so sitting on his thighs wouldn't be a problem.
Before Chen Yanheng could come up with an idea, a stone suddenly fell from the eaves, and then Ying Nineteen jumped down from the darkness: "Master."
It was the master's order that An Qin was kept in the dark. Now that An Qin had seen the jade pendant, Ying Shijiu no longer hesitated to speak frankly to An Qin, saying, "Master, the King of Xiang has just entered the capital with a thousand soldiers and horses. He disguised himself as a beggar or farmer and blended in with the people outside the city."
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