He had waited for a long time, but didn’t hear her call for him.

“Jiu Jiu, you misunderstood.”

Li Ruantang quickly shook her head, wanting to coax him with a few words. But as soon as her fingers lightly patted the young gentleman’s shoulders, the loose knot tied on her back could no longer hold on.

With a single raise of her hand, it took on an extremely free posture. That delicate yellow ribbon fluttered lightly before the young gentleman’s eyes and slowly fell.

White snow like mountains, red stamen newly formed.

The sudden change caused Li Ruantang’s smile to stiffen. The hand that was originally going to pat the young gentleman’s shoulder abruptly changed course in a flash, swiftly covering those clear eyes.

“S-sorry.”

The corners of the eyes and brows under her fingertips seemed to be on fire, burning Li Ruantang even more embarrassed. She didn’t know how to explain this accidental occurrence to the young gentleman.

The room suddenly fell silent, only the sound of the wick bursting remained.

“Jiu Jiu.”

Li Ruantang spoke with difficulty, her face turning a vivid red. Although the young gentleman insisted that they were husband and wife-master, now that neither of them remembered the past, everything had reset to zero.

The sudden “frank encounter” at this moment was indeed rude and might even scare the young gentleman, making him think she was naturally frivolous.

“W-wife-master?”

The thick long lashes fluttered, about to open, tickling Li Ruantang’s palm, making her say hurriedly, “Jiu Jiu, be good. Close your eyes first. I’ll call you when I’m done tidying up.”

The loosened fingers picked up the pouch that had fallen on the bedding in a very flustered manner. The delicate yellow ribbon wrapped around the white snow, all covered under the inner garment.

Her hands moved extremely fast.

The young gentleman nodded in a daze, his eyelids closing with great effort, afraid that Li Ruantang wouldn’t notice.

“Wife-master?” Meng Jun wasn’t urging her, but after a long time without hearing any movement, he became a little curious about what she was doing.

Li Ruantang responded in a low voice and carefully checked her inner garment several more times before breathing a sigh of relief. She sat upright, her expression even more solemn.

“Jiu Jiu.” Li Ruantang called the young gentleman’s name in a low voice. “You can open your eyes now.”

Meng Jun also had a solemn expression. His beautiful phoenix eyes only looked at Li Ruantang’s hair, not daring to look an inch lower.

The night breeze sneaked into the room, spinning around the pair of young children happily.

Her face was red, his cheeks were pink. As soon as their gazes met, they quickly dispersed.

“Wife-master.” The medicine bottle in his palm felt hot. The young gentleman considered for a moment, then tugged at her sleeve. “Let’s apply the medicine.”

The injury was on the waist and back, which was not difficult to treat.

Li Ruantang lay on the quilt with a thud, while the young gentleman knelt by her side, quietly applying the medicinal cream to her wounds.

The candlelight on the table dimmed, casting the shadows of two snuggling figures.

Her injuries were far more severe than Meng Jun had thought. The young gentleman’s fingers were dipped in medicinal cream, and his eyes gradually became sore.

If Li Ruantang hadn’t protected him, he might not be alive at this moment.

How could a bull suddenly charge out during a pleasant outing?

The young gentleman slowly applied the medicinal cream to Li Ruantang’s wounds, but doubts began to rise in his heart. Fortunately, Li Ruantang was standing close to him at that time.

But even if he was desperate to survive, why did he choose to grab her instead of his beloved Miss Wei at such a critical moment, choosing the distant over the near?

The young gentleman couldn’t figure it out. Unfortunately, he had been too frightened at the moment of falling from the cliff and couldn’t clearly remember the details now.

Thinking about it carefully, his head became dizzy and blank.

“Mmm, Jiu Jiu!”

The muffled female voice brought Meng Jun back to his senses. Li Ruantang was in pain, her round apricot eyes gradually misting up.

“Ah, Wife-master.” The young gentleman panicked and gently rubbed her back with his hand, saying anxiously, “Or, let me blow on it for you. My father often says that blowing on it will make it less painful.”

He puffed up his cheeks and bent down with great seriousness.

The warm and soft breaths gently caressed her, one after another. The snow-like waist and back gradually turned pink.

She had old injuries from her time in the army, which were now being blown on with great care by the young gentleman. They all turned into an indescribable itch, like feathers tickling her heart.

“Wife-master.”

The young gentleman was uneasy and furtively glanced at Li Ruantang, who was lying down, observing her expression. “Are you still in pain?”

Meng Jun’s brows were tightly furrowed, as if he would puff up his cheeks and blow a few more times if she nodded.

“Jiu Jiu.”

Li Ruantang suppressed her nearly chaotic breathing with all her might, lightly biting the tip of her tongue. When the numb trembling subsided, she pretended to be calm and said, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the young gentleman’s beautiful brows and eyes immediately relaxed. He lifted the corners of his mouth happily. “Then if Wife-master has any other pain, I can blow on it for Wife-master too.”

Outside the window, the moonlight was clear and bright, but inside, Li Ruantang had already turned from pink to red.

Her silly husband, however, was completely unaware. He washed his hands and came back, his beautiful phoenix eyes shining as they fixed on the wound on Li Ruantang’s forehead. “Wife-master…”

“Jiu Jiu.”

Li Ruantang took a deep breath. “Go to sleep. The villagers work and generally wake up early. We are temporarily staying in someone else’s home, so it’s not good to sleep in.”

“Oh.”

The young gentleman pursed his lips and reminded her with concern, “If Wife-master is in pain at night, you must wake me up. I’ll blow on it for Wife-master.”

There were no herbal medicines here. If Li Ruantang didn’t have a strong foundation, she would have to stay in bed for two or three days before she could get up.

In any case, he couldn’t be of much help. At least he could make her feel less pain, which could be considered atonement.

Meng Jun lay in the quilt and generously gave up the side he had just warmed, but Li Ruantang, who had blown out the candle, did not get on the bed.

She put on her outer garment and slowly walked out, wearing her shoes.

“Wife-master?” The young gentleman rubbed his eyes. “Aren’t you going to sleep?”

The figure standing in front of the wooden door paused, the tips of her ears hidden in the dark turning a few shades redder. Li Ruantang glanced at the starry moonlight leaking through the door crack and only felt the room getting hotter.

“Wife-master, I have a bad sleeping posture.”

The young gentleman, who had been tired all day, waited for Li Ruantang to lie on the pillow. Yawning, he drew an imaginary line between them with his hand. “The servant boy said that I bite people at night. Wife-master must remember not to cross this line.”

But when his gesturing fingers slowly fell, the young gentleman himself turned over first, rolling into Li Ruantang’s arms with a gurgle.