Chapter 5: Blow for You
She, she, what was she going to do?!
It couldn’t be…
In an instant, the descriptions from those private storybooks she had read earlier suddenly became vivid, word by word.
The young gentleman was both anxious and flustered. If Li Ruantang really had such thoughts, should he wake up or not?!
His fingers hidden under the covers secretly clenched tightly.
He was nervous and uneasy, his thick long lashes trembling again and again.
Li Ruantang glanced at the young gentleman’s slightly flushed cheeks and sighed inwardly. This afternoon, she had been so engrossed in studying the soap ball that she had forgotten to choose a shady place.
Fortunately, Zhou Fulang was thoughtful and had given her this jar of face cream.
However, Jiu Jiu had just fallen asleep with great difficulty. Li Ruantang thought and thought, looking at the young gentleman who was frowning even in his sleep with great pity. With a change of heart, her fingers unscrupulously scooped out a large chunk from the small wooden box. Following the method taught by Madam Zhou, she first melted it on her palm before carefully applying it to the young gentleman’s face.
Her movements were gentle and soft, focusing all her attention on her fingertips, carefully going over Jiu Jiu’s forehead, nose bridge, and cheeks.
The faint fragrance of osmanthus scattered in the wind.
Perhaps it was because she used too much force, but the young gentleman’s jade-like face became redder and redder. Li Ruantang’s eyes twitched, and she stopped her hand.
She picked up the face cream and sniffed it, then applied some on her own face. It was cool and refreshing.
Strange.
Li Ruantang moved a few inches closer to the young gentleman’s face. Could it be that she had done something wrong?!
The closer she got, the more uncontrollable Meng Jun’s heart became, beating as if it wanted to jump out to find relief.
His hands hidden under the covers tightly grasped the bedding beneath him.
The young gentleman felt both embarrassed and angry, his body stiffening a little. Yet, afraid that Li Ruantang would notice something amiss, he simply kept his eyes tightly closed and held his breath.
“Jiu Jiu?”
Lightly tapping the young gentleman’s cheek with her finger, Li Ruantang took a low breath.
Her back was still injured. Now, after bending over and looking for a while, it ached faintly. The medicine she had asked Hu Sanniang for during the day still stood quietly on the bedside table.
She was clear about where it hurt. Even alone, she could treat the wound. It was just more troublesome to apply the medicine.
In the past, when she was in the army, there had been similar situations. She was not unfamiliar with it.
The young gentleman, nestled in the quilt, was sleeping sweetly.
Li Ruantang smiled silently, first tucking in the corners of the quilt for the young gentleman before sitting on the edge of the bed and gently untying her own dress.
The rustling sounds were particularly clear in the quiet night.
From the outer garment slipping off to the untying of the waistband, every sound was close at hand.
The young gentleman really couldn’t hold it in anymore and secretly opened his eyes. What caught his eye were two thin, delicate yellow ribbons, tied in a loose knot on the snow-white waist and back.
The fingers that had just applied the face cream for him were now poking at the purple-red scars in an extremely bent posture.
Left, right, never quite hitting the right spot.
Meng Jun watched with a silent sigh. If she kept tormenting herself like this, not much medicine would be applied, and those two thin ribbons would probably come loose.
After all, he was kind-hearted.
The young gentleman silently pursed his lips and sat up from the bed, hugging the quilt.
“Wife-master.”
“Hm?” Li Ruantang stiffened her shoulders, quickly pulling her inner garment over her body. “Did I wake you up?”
The young gentleman shook his head, his burning ears hidden in the cascading black hair. “Wife-master, let me help you apply the medicine.”
Those injuries were all for protecting him.
Meng Jun felt distressed. Afraid that she would refuse, he paused for a moment and added, “I promised you during the day.”
“Silly Jiu Jiu.”
A faint blush rose on Li Ruantang’s face. “Go back to sleep. I just applied the medicine.”
Meng Jun frowned and glanced at her, taking the medicine bottle in his palm.
He had seen clearly just now. Li Ruantang’s fingers had been rubbing back and forth, hardly leaving any medicine on the scars.
“Does Wife-master not trust me?”
The young gentleman asked solemnly, tightly grasping the medicine bottle. “Or does Wife-master think I’m useless and can’t even do a small task like applying medicine?”
“Silly Jiu Jiu, how could I not trust you?”
“Wife-master is lying. Wife-master must think Jiu Jiu is useless, that’s why she didn’t wake me up to apply the medicine!” The young gentleman became more and more aggrieved as he spoke, his beautiful phoenix eyes slightly reddening as he looked at the helpless girl.
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“Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
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This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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