Dim yellow lamplight filled the plain, immaculate room.
The man and woman sat side by side at the head of the bed. The man applied medicine to his wounds, quietly recounting all sorts of anecdotes.
The woman gazed unblinkingly at his handsome profile, her eyes complicated. Now and then, her lips moved, but she stopped short of speaking.
After her thoughts had drifted for who knew how long, Luo Ning noticed the bruising on his arm and, as though possessed, could not resist gently touching the purple patch with her fingers.
Ye Jingtang paused and turned his head.
"Heroine Luo?"
Luo Ning came to her senses a little. She blinked, withdrew her hand, and resumed her air of keeping others a thousand miles away.
"Your adoptive father had such high hopes for you. You have to stay alive and well. Something was wrong with your body today. You shouldn't have recklessly pushed ahead. This drug really is potent. I can keep my mind steady, but a little scoundrel like you definitely can't withstand it. We've known each other a while, and you've already taken liberties with me so many times..."
Ye Jingtang raised a hand slightly, his expression solemn.
"Heroine Luo, I can withstand it!"
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Luo Ning pressed her legs together. Beneath her skirt, her feet arched slightly, unconsciously rubbing against the floor as she said through gritted teeth,
"What if holding it in damages your body? Madam Wang said you have excessive yang energy and need treatment..."
Ye Jingtang looked utterly righteous as he said earnestly,
"Heroine Luo, I'm young and hot-blooded, and you're too beautiful. When I first met you, I really did have some trouble controlling myself. But after you cried from feeling wronged that time and ignored me for an entire day, I understood your