Three days later, Murong Lingxiang's physical strength had recovered quite a bit, and he could walk around the room freely.
At this moment, he was lying on a soft couch near the window, staring at the scenery outside the window without focus, as if he was thinking about something.
After he woke up, he asked Ming De in private who cured him. Ming De spat out two words, Wu Chen.
He had heard a little about this person in the past. He heard that Dustless 'medical skills were amazing, but not everyone who sought help would be saved. No matter how much you begged him, he wouldn't save you.
Then, what method did she use to make Dustless enter the palace to treat him without a word?
He realized that he was getting more and more curious about her and wanted to understand her better.
The pale yellow light from the palace lanterns shone on his side profile, making his smile look so warm.
Yue Yinshuang pushed open the door and saw this scene: He was lying on the soft couch, his shirt slightly open, revealing his tanned skin. His lazy posture gave off a demonic feeling, and his eyes stared at her as if he was staring at his prey.
"What's wrong? Is there something unclean on my face?”Feeling a little uncomfortable under his gaze, she deliberately teased him.
"No, I haven't." He curled his thin lips slightly, stood up from the soft couch, and walked towards her.
She stood by the table and did not move. As she watched him approach, her heart thumped wildly.
"You seem very nervous?" When he was two or three steps away from her, he stopped, bent down, and whispered into her ear.
"No way." She replied as she retreated in panic.
"No?" He continued to approach her thoughtfully. Every step she took back, he took a step forward.
"No!" She suddenly dodged to the right, avoiding his grasp.
"..." He did not expect her to do this and grabbed her arm in a hurry.
The pain on her arm made her stop. His face began to turn pale, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
" Let's see where you can run to…" He pinched her chin with the fingers of his other hand, forcing her to look at him. When he saw her pale face, his words became unclear.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked nervously, his hands trembling slightly.
"So…painful, you…let go.”She endured the pain and planned to brush his hand off her arm.
“……？”He was very puzzled by her actions, but he soon realized it.
He quickly rolled up her sleeve and saw that her arm was wrapped in thick gauze, which was seeping with blood.
"When did you get injured?" He sat her down and walked into the inner room. After rummaging through the cabinets, he came out with a white porcelain bottle.
He sat down opposite her and lifted her arm. Without hurting her, he removed the thick gauze.
He held a wet cloth in his hand and carefully cleaned the wound. Then, he applied a cool ointment on it, bandaged it for her, and pulled down his sleeve to cover the wound.
"Can't you tell me?" He held her hands tightly and wrapped her slightly cold hands with his big palms as he said gently.
Her wound was cut neatly with a knife, so deep that her snow-white bones could be seen. It was obvious that she had been very ruthless and did not hesitate at all.
Although he didn't know how this wound was caused, he had a strange feeling that this wound was left for him. That was why he wanted her to tell him personally.
He wanted to deny it, but the thought in his mind grew stronger.
"Um…a few days ago." She had planned to skip the topic, but someone had spoken before her.
"How did you get injured?" He warned her with his eyes that she could not answer him casually.
"I didn't expect you to care so much about me." She covered her mouth and snickered.
"..." His face, which had always been strategizing, was slightly flushed.
" The way you're panicking…" It would make me think that you like me. She did not finish the second half of her sentence and deliberately held back.
" You woman…" He gently scratched her nose and said lovingly.
If it was someone else who was so presumptuous in front of him, he would have been angry long ago. However, when faced with her smile, he could not say anything to blame her.
I wonder if this counts as liking? Murong Lingxiang thought.
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