However, just when all hope seed lost, that person appeared.
The woman felt as if she was dreaming, even pinching her thigh several tis stealthily as the other approached.
She had never felt as happy as she did at that mont.
The once faint emotions, the feelings that had been suppressed... at that mont, it was as if the god of marriage had drawn them with a thick brush, engraving them deep within her heart.
"Of course I ca to save you," he said.
Jiang Shouzhong fumbled for the healing dicine in his embrace.
Ran Qingchen shook her head, "It’s useless; the wound caused by that monster is very special. I’ve used up all the healing dicine I had, and it had little effect. Now, all I can do is rely on ti to heal."
Jiang Shouzhong looked at the woman’s wound, his heart aching for her, insisted, "Perhaps the dicine you have doesn’t work."
Ran Qingchen parted her red lips and, in the end, did not refuse the man’s kindness.
Jiang Shouzhong began treating the wound on her shoulder first.
He gently pulled down her garnt, revealing a bloody hole on her shoulder as delicate as white jade. The area around the wound was bruised and purplish, with thick blood surrounding it.
"I should not have let you investigate in the first place," he lanted.
Jiang Shouzhong was filled with self-bla.
Ran Qingchen pressed one hand to her chest, concealing the scenery that her garnt’s descent threatened to reveal, and said with a smile, "It’s not your fault. Even if you hadn’t ntioned it, my nature would have driven to investigate anyway. You couldn’t have stopped ."
Jiang Shouzhong sighed and applied the dicine carefully.
Ran Qingchen turned her head to look at the man’s handso face and asked softly, "Jiang Mo, why did you take the risk to save ?"
Jiang Shouzhong retorted, "Why did you take the risk to save back at Famous Sword Villa?"
The woman fell silent.
A heavy silence brewed between the two.
"Actually..."
"Actually..."
After a long ti, both spoke in unison.
They both paused, then simultaneously said, "You first."
"You go ahead," one said.
Again, they spoke at the sa ti.
And so, by unspoken agreent, neither spoke.
In the end, Jiang Shouzhong broke the silence, smiling as he said, "After all, you are my wife. Of course, I would take the risk to save you. It’s a husband’s responsibility."
Ran Qingchen thought for a mont, tilting her head slightly as she said, "After all, you are my husband. Of course, I would take the risk to save you. It’s a wife’s responsibility."
Jiang Shouzhong chuckled as he tapped the woman’s head, "Imitating ?"
Ran Qingchen blinked, "This is called being of one mind as husband and wife."
Being of one mind as husband and wife...
After the woman uttered these words, they fell into silence once again.
Ran Qingchen’s cheeks burned with heat, annoyed at herself for being unreserved. She wanted to redy it, yet didn’t know how to, sneaking glances at the man who showed no expression, causing her feelings to ebb and flow uncertainly.
Jiang Shouzhong finished treating the wound on the shoulder and then moved on to the abdon.
"Let’s not bother with this," she said, her face flushed as she pressed down her skirt and spoke softly.
Looking at the skirt completely stained with blood, Jiang Shouzhong’s tone left no room for argunt, "No, if the wound gets infected, or the injury worsens, or if an unsightly scar is left, it will be too late to regret."
"But..."
"I won’t peek, and you’re wearing undergarnts beneath," he said.
Jiang Shouzhong, without further discussion, moved to untie the woman’s skirt, scaring Ran Qingchen into quickly asserting, "I’ll do it myself."
Jiang Shouzhong withdrew his hand.
Ran Qingchen took a deep breath, clutched the area near her neckline tightly, and carefully untied her skirt, revealing only the area of her abdon, her skin fair, tinged with a slight blush.
Though Jiang Shouzhong said he wouldn’t look, he still glanced over unconsciously.
The true culprit, indeed.
"Are you tired from the usual days?" he asked absentmindedly.
"What?"
Ran Qingchen looked at him, puzzled, her thick and curved lashes trembling slightly.
Jiang Shouzhong, realizing his blunder, laughed it off, "Nothing much, just asking if you’re tired from managing the Liushan Division."
Ran Qingchen didn’t say anything.
Because she understood the previous question posed by Jiang Shouzhong.
She pressed down on her chest, biting her lip hard, and ventured a probing question, "Do you dislike this?"
Jiang Shouzhong was taken aback.
Looking at the woman’s rare show of naivety, he couldn’t resist joking, "Our children would love it."
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