Xiao Juzi was the more forthright one. She yanked down Zhang Xiaohua's sleeve, which was covering his face, and said with a sobbing tremor, "My young miss is already sick like this. What is there for you to take liberties with?"
Zhang Xiaohua curled his lips. She's just a yellow-haired little girl. She really isn't worth having any improper thoughts about.
Yet when he took a look, he truly felt a little pity in his heart.
Miss Nie's face was flushed crimson. Small blisters had risen on her lips, which were dry and pale. Her wrist had already been carefully bandaged, but it was swollen high. She lay there weakly, mumbling something under her breath.
Seeing that her fever had made her speak nonsense, Zhang Xiaohua frowned slightly. He was no physician and did not know how to treat this. Even if he was full of true qi, what use could it be?
He asked hesitantly, "Miss, have you given her any water?"
Seeing how much of a layman Zhang Xiaohua was, Xiao Juzi grew a little angry. She raised an arm to block his view and said, "Go, go, go. Stop looking. It's enough that you know how ill my young miss is. How can you keep staring at her like that?"
"I'm my young miss's personal maid. How could I not know to give her some water?"
"They say scholars are good for nothing, and that really is true."
Zhang Xiaohua protested, "This miss has wronged me. I have only just begun studying, so I cannot yet count as a scholar. Still, if you think I am one, I am greatly comforted. My two months of reading the Three Character Classic were not in vain."
Xiao Juzi nearly burst out laughing through her tears. This fellow was simply