"Wifey, you’re not mad anymore, are you? I really wasn’t pretending to be sick; your little fists pack quite a punch, didn’t you hurt by hitting?"
In the evening, in the courtyard of the General Mansion.
There was a petite figure, dressed in a light and convenient pale green buttoned jacket. Under the small circle of white fur, her charming little face appeared exceptionally delicate.
However, her plump lips were slightly pouting, clearly looking very displeased.
Beside her was a tall man big enough to fit two of her, holding an oil lamp in one hand, carefully showing a smiling face, hoping his little darling wouldn’t be angry anymore.
Hearing these words, the young woman stopped, muffledly asking, "Then you were scaring , weren’t you? You knew I’d be worried and still scared ! You... you... shaless!"
Yelyu Lie: "..."
He hadn’t expected that after seeing that srizing scene earlier, everything would be fine.
But upon seeing her under that black cloak...
Especially as she was wearing his clothes, he carelessly and embarrassingly ended up with a nosebleed...
Originally, he wanted to pretend to be sick just to make his little wife take care of him for a few days, but it backfired, and she got mad at him instead.
After she got angry, she worried again, insisting he visit that shaless doctor from the Central Plains.
Initially, he was supposed to have Qiao’er call him, but his little wife took the opportunity to see Lian Qiao.
What could he do? When she’s angry, doesn’t he have to comply with her every demand?
"I was wrong. Didn’t I just want you to take care of for a few days? As your husband, even if I’m not sick, looking after for a few days—what’s wrong with that?"
"You’ve still got nerve, huh? Wanting to take care of you is fine, but pretending to be sick and peeping, then having a nosebleed—what a lack of guts!"
Yelyu Lie: "..."
Fine.
Besides that embarrassing incident during the day, he’s caught another slipup by his little darling.
Just by looking at her body, he embarrassingly ended up with a nosebleed...
Yelyu Lie just wanted to slap himself twice!
His little darling was right; it truly was lacking guts!
Yun Chunnuan cast him a glance. This man has a skill, always managing to seem adorable even when you’re angry...
Even with anger in her heart, it dissipated.
She stretched out her soft little hand, grasped his large hand hanging beside him, and spoke in a sweet, sticky voice, "From now on, don’t pretend to be sick to scare . If you see in pain or discomfort, wouldn’t you be worried?"
Yelyu Lie felt happy as soon as his hand was grasped, "Wifey is right, I won’t dare in the future. So, if I peek at you, you won’t be mad, huh?"
Goodness, he thought his little darling was mad at him for peeping, but it turns out she was mad at him for pretending to be sick.
Yun Chunnuan: "..."
See, this dog of a man always has a way to rile her up!
Her entire body had been seen and touched by him, so what is there to talk about peeping or not?
She pinched his hand hard on the back, "Your mouth, if you can stop talking in the future, then don’t talk, it’s irritating!
Oh, and later on, you need to find a way to send away that doctor from the Central Plains while I figure out how to give Lian Qiao Blood Beads."
"You want to heal her face?"
"Yes." The Little Princess slightly lowered her pitch-black pupils, full of guilt, "She got this poison because of , and the injury on her face was suffered because of . If I don’t let her recover to her original state, I won’t be at peace.
If it weren’t for your specific instructions that whenever I go to her, you must accompany , I would have gone long ago."
Yelyu Lie was actually reluctant to part with his little wife’s Blood Beads.
But he roughly understood what she was thinking.
It’s like the way Aunt Jing treated him; when there’s a debt of gratitude, it must be repaid. If it wasn’t for the mother and daughter making too much fuss, even teaming up to bully his little wife.
He would turn a blind eye and let them live freely at the General Mansion for the rest of their lives.
After all, for him, this place is just an inn...
Soon, the two arrived at Lian Qiao’s courtyard.
The original servant girls were all gone, the courtyard felt extrely cold, and as soon as they entered, they slled a strong scent of traditional dicine.
A young man with bruises on his face was squatting in the courtyard, watching over the pot boiling dicine while glancing at a small slip of paper in his hand.
He seed to have excellent hearing; he tossed the paper into the fire below the dicine pot as soon as he heard soone approaching, and with one hand supporting his chin, he fanned the pot with the other.
When Yun Chunnuan walked in, she saw the young man turn around with eyes full of surprise.
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