A freestanding glazed lamp stood in the room.
Although not a soul could be seen in this residence at night, someone probably came over to clean it during the day.
The glazed lamp was lit, and two basins of ice blocks were placed inside, only a small half of which had melted.
The doors and windows were sealed with reed blinds, which would only be opened after nightfall.
The summer wind rushed in from outside, carrying the damp and humid air. Su Zhenzhen stood there, maintaining her posture.
"Turn around."
That voice came from behind her once again.
Su Zhenzhen pursed her lips slightly and slowly turned back around.
She stood there with her head bowed, her pale hands twisting together.
"I brought you your medicine," she said, her voice so soft that it was scattered by the summer wind, fluttering into Lu Hexu's ears.
The man sat on the couch, his mind muddled as waves of drowsiness surged up. He struggled to stay awake, propping his forehead up with one hand, his elbow resting on his knee. His fingertips unconsciously rubbed his brow bone, pressing the acupoints between his eyebrows.
Maintaining this posture, he raised his eyes. His gaze swept over Su Zhenzhen, then swept around the room, his voice growing deeper. "Where is the medicine?"
Su Zhenzhen: ...
"...I forgot to bring it... do you believe me?"
Obviously, the man did not believe her.
Lu Hexu propped himself up and sat straight.
In his effort to fight off the drowsiness within him, a thin layer of red seeped into his eyes, and the spot between his eyebrows was rubbed red as well.
The man narrowed his eyes and walked straight up to Su Zhenzhen.
Lu Hexu's black shadow slowly approached along the floor, looming over her.
Su Zhenzhen subconsciously looked up. The moment her gaze met his dark, gloomy pupils, it was as if she had been burned. Her heart panicked, and she hastily lowered her head.
The night was deep. She stood there wearing a lotus-root-colored summer shirt, her neck stretching into a slender curve.
Lu Hexu's gaze remained fixed on Su Zhenzhen's neck.
"What is that on your neck?"
He reached out his hand, his fingertips brushing across her neck with slightly heavy pressure, rubbing the patch of skin with the red mark until it became even redder.
"A cat licked it."
[You licked it.]
Lu Hexu's hand, pressing against Su Zhenzhen's neck, paused.
He withdrew it, looking at her with a strange expression.
Su Zhenzhen felt that the air in the room seemed to have become a bit off.
She quietly raised her eyes to glance at the man again, then quickly lowered her eyelashes.
"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now?"
The man stared at her without speaking.
Su Zhenzhen pursed the corners of her lips. "My cat at home hasn't been fed yet."
In her line of sight, the man was enduring intense drowsiness.
Su Zhenzhen knew that Lu Hexu had a special constitution, and ordinary medicine was useless on him.
Therefore, she just needed to make an extraordinary medicine.
However, this medicine could not be used too often, as it could easily cause side effects on the body.
Of course, using it occasionally was fine; after all, it was for the sake of her own little life.
"I will bring you the medicine tomorrow."
Su Zhenzhen muttered to herself as she backed out of the room.
Lu Hexu stood there, his eyes already somewhat blurry.
He raised his hand, picked up the tea on the table, and drank it all in one gulp.
As the slightly cool tea entered his mouth, he felt a moment of clarity, but a moment later, he felt even more groggy.
Lu Hexu paused for a moment, shook his head, and as if thinking of something, got up and left the room.
When the wind blew outside the window, the drowsiness was not eliminated; instead, it became even clearer.
Why was he so sleepy?
Lu Hexu pinched his forehead and looked up at the pavilion on the rockery.
He went up the stone steps, entered the pavilion, and went up to the second floor.
The windows were closed. Lu Hexu raised his hand and pushed open a crack.
Su Zhenzhen slipped out through that small door, went straight to her own back alley, and then entered her courtyard.
Hearing the commotion, Sushan ran out from the corner of the courtyard, then used its hind legs to support its front legs, vigorously pawing at her with its front claws.
Su Zhenzhen remembered that she had been busy taking care of Lu Hexu these past few days and hadn't made any dried little fish for Sushan to eat.
Although Little Persimmon took care of it more often now, Su Zhenzhen was much better at making kitten snacks than Little Persimmon.
Things like dried chicken breast, dried little fish, homemade canned cat food, and so on.
"Alright, alright. I'll steam a can of cat food for you in a bit."
Sushan loved eating pork liver recently. Su Zhenzhen would usually boil the pork liver, mix in some steamed lean pork and chicken breast, and mash it into a meat paste without adding any seasoning, as a bland diet was better for cats.
The canned food made this way was fresh, nutritious, healthy, and completely natural, and it could also effectively cure a kitten's picky eating habits.
"Is it delicious?"
Su Zhenzhen took the cooled canned food out of the cold water and placed it on the plate specifically meant for Sushan to eat from.
Sushan knew this was made for it and was already incredibly excited.
Su Zhenzhen placed the plate on the ground, and it immediately started eating in large mouthfuls.
Su Zhenzhen squatted beside it and ruffled the fur on its body with her hand.
Probably feeling disturbed by Su Zhenzhen, Sushan let out whimpering sounds but did not resist.
Su Zhenzhen observed for a moment; there were no bugs on Sushan's body.
There was no such thing as deworming medicine in ancient times. Su Zhenzhen had researched it and found that a simpler method was to wipe its body with water boiled from fresh peach leaves and chinaberry tree roots, or soaking plant ash in water would also work.
Sushan was not a kitten that liked taking baths; every time she bathed it, it was like fighting a war.
It wasn't nearly as well-behaved as Lu Hexu.
Why was she thinking of him again?
Su Zhenzhen folded her arms over her knees and rested the side of her cheek on them.
She wondered what he was doing right now.
He was probably asleep.
She hoped he could get a good night's sleep.
Sushan had finished the canned cat food, licked its paws clean, washed its face, and then ran over to act cute and coquettish with her.
Su Zhenzhen bent down to pick up the coquettish Sushan. She walked out of the small kitchen, and as she was crossing the courtyard, her expression suddenly paused. She subconsciously looked up toward the pavilion in the neighboring residence.
The window was slightly open, making it impossible to see inside; she could only see a thin patch of darkness.
Su Zhenzhen withdrew her gaze and carried Sushan into the house.
Lu Hexu hid by pressing his body sideways against the wall. After standing quietly for a while, he extended just one hand to close the window.
She probably hadn't seen him.
The drowsiness was irresistible. Lu Hexu clenched his fists tightly, faint bloodstains appearing in his palms.
He didn't know what was wrong with him.
Wasn't he in Jinling? Why had he returned to Yangzhou?
"Shadow One."
Lu Hexu spoke with a hoarse voice.
Shadow One emerged from the shadows.
"Why am I in Yangzhou?"
"Your Majesty returned on your own."
He returned on his own?
Lu Hexu knew he was going to have an episode, so he had locked himself in his bedchamber ahead of time.
Lu Hexu raised his hand. "Come here."
Shadow One stepped forward and knelt at Lu Hexu's feet.
"Repeat what you just said." The man's hand pressed down on Shadow One's shoulder.
Shadow One repeated what he had just said.
It was he who had returned on his own.
He had ridden a horse through the rainy night from Jinling City back to Yangzhou City, and then knocked on Su Zhenzhen's door.
Lu Hexu raised a hand to cover his forehead.
He couldn't remember.
Lu Hexu stumbled down the stone steps. The heavy sleepiness in his mind and the gaps in his memory made him feel irritable.
He lifted his foot and stepped into the spring water in the courtyard.
The man spread his arms, letting his back completely submerge into it, and then tilted his head back, resting there.
Lu Hexu closed his eyes.
The summer wind brushed past his cheeks. The man's eyelashes twitched, but he did not open them.
This was the fastest Lu Hexu had ever fallen asleep.
In truth, the fact that he could hold on for this long was already far beyond Su Zhenzhen's expectations.
Silver frost-like moonlight shone in through the green screen window.
He wore a red robe, its front wide open, and held the woman's face with one hand as he kissed her.
The woman seemed reluctant to be kissed by him, turning her head away to avoid it.
By the moonlight, Lu Hexu saw her face tinted with a rosy blush.
Very beautiful.
Like a Sushan topped with a cherry.
Lu Hexu leaned over and lowered his head, capturing the woman's lips once more.
Her slender arms rested on his back, her fingertips tracing down from his neck.
Perhaps because her nails hadn't been trimmed in a while, or maybe because his kisses left her breathless, the woman's fingertips gently dug into his skin, though she restrained her strength.
Until the sound of a falling jar echoed from the courtyard.
The woman's hand suddenly jerked downward.
Leaving three bloody scratches on his back.
It burned.
Lu Hexu paused his movements and raised his eyes to look at her.
The woman sat up, looking out the window with a panicked gaze.
Until a white figure jumped onto the windowsill, letting out a very soft meow.
"Meow..."
"It's Sushan."
Lu Hexu heard the woman softly utter these words.
"I thought..."
She hesitated to speak, then turned her head to look at him.
Her warm fingertips caressed his damp cheek. "If you've kissed enough, go to sleep, okay?"
She seemed exhausted.
He sat there without speaking.
So she came over to coax him, "You rubbed against me so hard yesterday that it hurt. I want to rest today."
She kissed his forehead, kissed the tip of his nose, and then kissed his lips.
Lu Hexu slightly opened his mouth, but those soft lips never landed. He looked around in a panic, only to realize he was just dreaming.
But he didn't want to wake up from the dream.
He returned to her side.
Through the hazy shadows of the screen, the woman looked at him helplessly, her face flushed red. "Alright, alright, I'll help you once. Just once."
The courtyard was full of plants, and fireflies lit up one after another along the foliage. Tiny specks of light shuttled between the branches and leaves, forming a hazy mist of light. The cluster of light floated up and down, coming to the edge of the spring pool, brushing past lightly, illuminating the man's face for a fleeting moment.
Immersed in the cold spring water, a beautiful blush actually surfaced on the man's face, spreading from under his eyes like a light touch of rouge.
Lu Hexu gasped suddenly and opened his eyes.
His fingertips resting on the edge of the spring pool were slowly dripping water.
"Drip, drop," falling onto the ground.
Lu Hexu curled his fingertips slightly, his pupils trembling.
He reached out and held his forehead.
The wet and freezing water stains continued to flow down, but still could not soothe his restless mind.
The things in the spring water flowed away cleanly with the running water, leaving only a crisp scent.
Lu Hexu slid his body down, fully submerging himself, including his head.
Tiny bubbles surged from the spring pool, piling up one by one, gurgling to the surface.
Only when his body felt extreme suffocation did he emerge from the spring pool.
Lu Hexu grabbed the edge behind him backhandedly and threw his head back, panting heavily.
The man opened his mouth, his chest heaving up and down until it slowly calmed down.
Was it really a dream, or was it real?
He dragged his soaked body up.
Lu Hexu's robe was thoroughly soaked by the spring water, leaving water trails everywhere he went.
Lu Hexu didn't care at all, walking straight into the room and then pacing around.
Nothing.
Where is the mirror?
"Wei Heng! Wei Heng!"
"Your Majesty."
Hearing the commotion, Wei Heng immediately rushed in.
"You have returned."
"A mirror."
Wei Heng was stunned for a moment, then nodded and ordered someone to bring a mirror over.
The half-human-tall mirror clearly reflected Lu Hexu's entire figure.
Wei Heng brought the glazed lamp closer to the mirror, making the man's figure in the mirror even more distinct.
Lu Hexu began to undress.
Wei Heng bowed and retreated, closing the door behind him.
Standing under the eaves, seeing Lu Hexu appearing safely in the room, a heavy weight lifted from his heart.
Since when had Wei Heng come to see this Emperor as his pillar of support, the stabilizing force of the Great Zhou Dynasty?
Inside the room, Lu Hexu took off his outer garment, his inner shirt, and then turned sideways.
He raised his eyes to look at the mirror.
He saw three distinct scratch marks on his back.
It wasn't a dream.
Was it actually real?
Lu Hexu sat there, fragments in his mind connecting intermittently, and the scenes from his dream became clear.
Yes, it wasn't a dream, it was real. He remembered.
He had rushed back to Yangzhou City at night, knocked on Su Zhenzhen's door, entangled and kissed her, and then was sent back by her.
She always... didn't want him.
The next day, as night fell, Wei Heng came to Su Zhenzhen's pharmacy to pick her up.
Su Zhenzhen steamed a can of cat food for Sushan, and then she looked at the bowl of black sesame paste stewed with milk. This was also for the "cat" to eat.
Su Zhenzhen placed the brewed medicine and this bowl of black sesame paste stewed with milk into a food box, then carried it out the door.
At the courtyard gate, Wei Heng was standing by the carriage waiting for her.
Actually, the distance was very short; Su Zhenzhen could just walk there. Taking the carriage meant they couldn't take the shortcut and had to detour via the main road, which wasted more time.
But Su Zhenzhen couldn't say that.
If she did, it would reveal that she knew about that small door.
Perhaps they would even ask her to pay for the broken iron lock.
Su Zhenzhen got into the carriage and sat face-to-face with Wei Heng.
Wei Heng's gaze fell on her with complexity.
Su Zhenzhen pretended not to notice.
He probably hadn't discovered that she was the one who sent Lu Hexu back, right?
After the carriage rattled along for a distance, it arrived at the entrance of the residence and entered through the side door.
Carrying the food box, Su Zhenzhen followed Wei Heng to the main house.
The man was already sitting inside waiting for her, his expression not looking very pleasant.
Su Zhenzhen placed the food box on the table, first taking out the medicine, and then taking out the bowl of black sesame paste stewed with milk.
Lu Hexu's expression shifted slightly.
He raised his hand to take the bowl of black sesame paste stewed with milk.
He was stopped by Su Zhenzhen. "Drink the medicine first." After speaking, she realized she was actually yelling at a conscious Lu Hexu and immediately shut her mouth.
Lu Hexu glanced at her, then quickly turned his head away.
He took the medicine, drank it all in one gulp, and then his gaze fell on the bowl of black sesame paste stewed with milk.
Su Zhenzhen hurriedly uncovered the black sesame paste stewed with milk and handed him a spoon.
Lu Hexu lowered his head and took a bite, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"I added an extra spoonful of honey."
When Lu Hexu had an episode the day before yesterday, she made it with a normal flavor for him.
The man took a bite, then secretly went to the small kitchen behind her back, brought back a jar of honey, and added two spoonfuls.
After she found out, Su Zhenzhen confiscated the honey jar.
This time, Su Zhenzhen added an extra spoonful, not daring to add too much as it wasn't good for his health.
The man sat there eating the black sesame paste stewed with milk. Su Zhenzhen stood there for a while, feeling a bit tired, and silently sat down.
"Are you still dizzy today?"
Su Zhenzhen had adjusted the prescription several times, even boldly replacing a few medicinal herbs in it.
The spoon in the man's hand touched the porcelain bowl, making a faint clinking sound.
"Not dizzy."
"Do you feel nauseous?"
"No."
"Insomnia?"
"No."
It seemed the effect was good.
A look of relief appeared on Su Zhenzhen's face.
It seemed this current prescription was very suitable for Lu Hexu's body.
"I was very sleepy last night, especially after drinking the tea on the table."
Ah?
He drank it again after she left?
"Shall I check your pulse?"
The man stared at her and slowly reached out his hand.
Su Zhenzhen took a handkerchief, folded it, placed it under his wrist, and then rested three fingers on it.
It was so hot.
Su Zhenzhen's mind involuntarily brought up the scenes of their entanglement from a few days ago.
His shoulders and back had grown broader.
His waist was still very narrow.
As her fingertips traced his spine, she could feel his shoulder blades.
And the two dimples on his lower back.
Su Zhenzhen lowered her head more and more until it was almost level with the table. Only then did she say in a small voice, "Your liver fire is blazing, disturbing the upper orifices... Your liver has lost its ability to regulate, and the stagnation has turned into fire, which is why you have been irritable lately and your face is flushed..."
Su Zhenzhen suddenly withdrew her hand. "Um, it's nothing serious. The weather is just too hot. I will write you a prescription to clear the heat and reduce the fire. You will be fine after taking it for a few days."
"Is that so," Lu Hexu's gaze fell heavily on Su Zhenzhen's face. "Your face is also very red."
"The weather is too hot." Su Zhenzhen subconsciously reached out and covered half of her face.
She didn't dare to look at Lu Hexu at all.
Her mind was full of messy thoughts.
The medicine was finished, and the black sesame paste stewed with milk was also finished.
Su Zhenzhen packed the empty bowls into the food box.
"I will leave first."
Su Zhenzhen turned and fled the room.
Returning to the small courtyard, Su Zhenzhen went to clean up the leftover medicine dregs in the small kitchen.
Looking at the medicine dregs thrown in the corner of the courtyard to nourish the cucumbers, Su Zhenzhen squatted down. After the flush faded from her face, her expression appeared somewhat lonely.
She squatted there and looked up.
She could only see her own mottled wall, but could no longer see that pavilion.
It was fine not to see it.
It was something that never belonged to her in the first place.
Su Zhenzhen sighed and stood up.
Ah, her legs were numb.
And she felt a little dizzy.
Tomorrow she would brew something to replenish her qi and blood.
Su Zhenzhen went into the house to sleep.
-
The next day, she wandered out of the house with two dark circles under her eyes.
Little Persimmon was quite puzzled to see her looking so lethargic.
Just a few days ago, she was enthusiastic enough to pull a whole block of ice by herself. How did she become like this today?
After sending Lu Hexu back, Su Zhenzhen was actually not used to sleeping alone anymore.
Therefore, she hadn't slept well for two consecutive days.
Su Zhenzhen yawned while resting her head on the table.
After a whole day of grogginess, she finally sent away the last patient.
Su Zhenzhen got up and returned to the courtyard, still remembering to brew medicine for Lu Hexu.
A rumbling sound of thunder came from the horizon; it looked like it was going to rain today.
She quickly gathered all the herbs drying in the yard, and Little Persimmon came over to help.
The rolled-up sleeves of the youth revealed faint marks that looked like bug bites.
He would scratch them from time to time.
Su Zhenzhen frowned. "What's wrong?"
Little Persimmon shook his head, indicating he was fine.
"Come inside, let me take a look."
Su Zhenzhen led Little Persimmon into her room. She raised her hand to check his pulse, and then asked him to take off his clothes.
"Just take off your shirt, let me have a look."
Little Persimmon hesitantly took off his shirt.
Su Zhenzhen observed carefully; it looked like an allergy.
"Eat fewer stimulating foods recently, and do not bathe with hot water. I will prescribe some medicine for you to take for a few days. If it feels itchy at night, try not to scratch it, as it can easily leave scars."
Little Persimmon nodded.
"I will also get you some anti-itch ointment. Applying it will make you feel better." Pausing for a moment, Su Zhenzhen asked again, "Why didn't you say something earlier?"
Little Persimmon lowered his head.
Su Zhenzhen sighed silently and didn't ask any further.
Although the youth was young, he was heavy-hearted and found it difficult to open up to others.
He never spoke up when he encountered problems, only thinking about solving them himself.
"Alright, go back and rest."
Su Zhenzhen reached out and rubbed Little Persimmon's head.
Little Persimmon nodded and went out with the prescription Su Zhenzhen gave him.
Up in the pavilion, Lu Hexu stood quietly. Through the window, the bamboo lamp inside clearly illuminated the scene of the woman gently stroking the top of the youth's head.
The youth took off his clothes, revealing his thin figure. The woman leaned over, reached out her hand, and traced her fingertips across his neck, shoulders, and back.
Lu Hexu remembered this youth.
He was a mute who couldn't speak.
The youth came out of Su Zhenzhen's room and turned his head to glance inside.
Through the green screen window, he saw the woman's slender back.
Over a dozen scented sachets were hung under her eaves, used to repel mosquitoes.
His gaze turned to his own room. Over a dozen sachets were also hung under his eaves, along with a few stalks of mugwort placed in front of his door.
The first floor was damp and had plants, so it had the most mosquitoes and insects.
Su Zhenzhen had scattered some insect repellent powder in the courtyard.
Little Persimmon stepped over the repellent powder and thought of the place where he used to live.
They would use various precious spices like sandalwood, agarwood, and benzoin, mixed with insect-repelling plants like mint, calamus, and duckweed, to make incense medicine. It would be burned in exquisite Boshan censers. The scent was extremely heavy. It would taint the clothes, accumulating over the years until it seeped into your bones and blood, feeling very cold.
Compared to that expensive scent, he much preferred the sachets Su Zhenzhen made for him.
The summer breeze blew past, and the sachets emitted a pleasant fragrance.
The youth looked up for a while, then lowered his head and entered his room.
There were many things in the room, mostly books that Little Persimmon had borrowed from Wenjin Hall.
A set of bowls and chopsticks was placed on the table, containing the two bowls of wontons they had ordered during the night.
These common street snacks suited his taste far better than the rare delicacies and exotic feasts he used to eat.
The youth blew out the lamp and lay back on his bed.
In no time at all, he woke up from a nightmare.
Under extreme terror, he began to vomit.
He threw up everything he had eaten tonight.
After there was nothing left to vomit, he started dry heaving, continuing until he couldn't even throw up stomach acid anymore. Only then did his body's stress response finally stop.
-
The courtyard became completely quiet.
Lu Hexu stared expressionlessly at Little Persimmon's room.
He saw him push the door open and come out again, take a basin, draw spring water to clean up, and open the windows for ventilation.
Wei Heng stood beside Lu Hexu, recalling the youth's appearance.
"This youth actually bears some resemblance to Your Majesty when you were young."
Lu Hexu's gaze fell onto Wei Heng's face.
The smile on Wei Heng's face stiffened slightly, and he lowered his head and stepped aside.
"Wei Heng, my bow."
Up in the pavilion, the window was half open.
In the courtyard, Little Persimmon finished cleaning up. He stood quietly in front of his room and reached up to grab a sachet hanging under the eaves.
He hadn't grown tall enough yet, so he had to stand on his tiptoes to reach it.
The next moment, a long arrow flew over fiercely, suddenly piercing straight through the sachet.
The medicinal powder inside the sachet flew out and rained down, covering the youth's head and body.
And that long arrow embedded itself deeply into the corridor pillar.
Little Persimmon was startled. Pale-faced, he raised his eyes to look.
He saw a man standing in the pavilion not far away, holding a longbow, staring at him with a sinister gaze.
Little Persimmon met his eyes.
The man's face darkened even more.
The youth quickly backed down and hid inside the room.
-
The night grew deep. Lu Hexu threw aside the longbow in his hand and stepped down the stone stairs of the rockery.
The man sat in the room, that single arrow failing to calm his turbulent emotions.
"Shadow One," Lu Hexu forcefully suppressed his surging emotions.
"Your Majesty."
"Go investigate that Little Persimmon."
Shadow One bowed and retreated, vanishing without a trace.
Lu Hexu sat in the room for a while before getting up again and returning to the pavilion above the rockery.
In the courtyard, the figure of the young boy appeared once more.
He had brought over a chair and was curled up sleeping in front of Su Zhenzhen's room.
-
It had been rainy lately. After night fell, Su Zhenzhen heard the sound of rain again.
It pattered lightly against the windows.
Su Zhenzhen thought groggily that it was a good thing she had fixed the leaky roof a while ago.
Accompanied by the sound of rain, a knock came at the door.
People tend to be light sleepers in the summer. Su Zhenzhen rolled over, not wanting to get up.
There was some movement from Little Persimmon's side; he had gotten up.
Su Zhenzhen then closed her eyes to continue sleeping.
Then, she heard the knocking move to her own room.
Su Zhenzhen was annoyed by the disturbance; she had finally managed to fall asleep.
Holding in her frustration, Su Zhenzhen slipped on her embroidered shoes, yanked the door open aggressively, and looked up.
The furious expression on her face instantly vanished.
The man was draped in a black cloak. The hood was pulled down, covering half of his face. He was drenched in rain, and his black hair gathered the water, which dripped down from the edge of his hood.
He stood quietly at the door, looking at her with an innocent, bewildered gaze.
Su Zhenzhen: ???
Little Persimmon stood behind Lu Hexu, gesturing with his hands.
"He knocked on the door? After coming in, he came to knock on my door?"
Little Persimmon nodded.
Su Zhenzhen sensed that something was wrong.
"Alright, it's nothing. You go back to sleep first."
Little Persimmon looked at her with a face full of worry.
"It's fine, he came to see me for a medical consultation."
Little Persimmon pursed his lips, turned around, and went back to sleep.
The courtyard suddenly quieted down, leaving only the rustling sound of the rain.
Su Zhenzhen looked at the man standing under the eaves.
Stripped of the gloomy and ruthless aura he had when they met at the mansion earlier, the man's gaze toward her now carried an unfathomable darkness.
The moment Su Zhenzhen opened the door, she noticed that Lu Hexu was acting strangely.
The symptoms were exactly the same as when his illness flared up a few days ago.
What was going on? Hadn't his illness period for this year already passed?
Could there be a problem with her medicine?
That shouldn't be possible!
Just as Su Zhenzhen was thinking about taking Lu Hexu's pulse to double-check the medicine's effects...
The man reached out and cupped her face.
His hands were so wet.
The rainwater clung to Su Zhenzhen's face. She instinctively tilted her head back, and the water droplets trailed down her jaw, slightly dampening the edge of her collar.
The man buried his face in the crook of her neck. "Zhenzhen, hungry."
Thank you for the support.
Love you, babies.
Happy Valentine's Day.
May all lovers finally be united.
May singles be happy forever.
