Xiao Yu's eyelid twitched at those words, and the corner of his mouth gave a little spasm.
"A-Heng... you're injured, and you're still thinking about that..."
A hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes as he spoke.
"Kiss me, and it won't hurt anymore," Qi Yunheng said, looking at him.
Xiao Yu watched him clutch his wound, his brows slightly drawn together and his face deathly pale. He looked so pitiful that Xiao Yu pressed his lips together, unable to bring himself to refuse.
He leaned forward, suddenly lowered his head, and pressed his lips against Qi Yunheng's slightly cool ones.
Like a child who had finally gotten his candy, Qi Yunheng smiled, his heart brimming with satisfaction.
"Ahem!"
The Princess Consort of Zhennan had just stepped inside when she caught sight of this shocking scene. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
She instinctively withdrew her foot and stumbled back several steps, steadying herself against the doorframe.
Once she recovered, she stared at the two inside and said through gritted teeth, "Xiao. Qi. An!"
Xiao Yu jolted in fright and immediately straightened.
He turned around stiffly. "M-Mother..."
The Princess Consort of Zhennan took a deep breath.
She glanced at the deathly pale Qi Yunheng, lying helpless on the bed, then stepped forward, dragged Xiao Yu aside, and pinched his arm.
"Ow!"
Xiao Yu cried out involuntarily.
Clutching his arm, he looked guiltily at the Princess Consort of Zhennan. "Mother..."
"You lustful wretch! Don't call me that. I'm not your mother."
The Princess Consort of Zhennan's gaze shifted awkwardly as she lowered her voice. "He's hurt so badly, and you... you still won't leave him alone! You..."
Her face flushed with embarrassment as she scolded him in exasperation. "How can you be so shameless!"
"You really have picked up bad habits from