Zi You’s voice was like a yellow warbler leaving the valley. The groggy and dozing Zhao HongXiang was awoken by it.
He didn’t pay attention to the pain he was in. He turned towards the direction of the voice and weakly asked, “You’er, is it you? Did you come?”
“It’s me,” Zi You replied. She walked to the front of Zhao HongXiang’s bed and lightly helped him up. She indifferently said, “I pay respects to Shizi. Duke came to the fu this morning and wants me to treat your illness. Please cooperate and stay still. Let me take your pulse and check your wound.”
As she was talking, she was thinking ruthlessly to herself, ‘Zhao HongXiang, I was gentle and virtuous in my previous life, but was abandoned by you like old shoes. In this lifetime, I will have you head over heels and infatuated by me. When you can’t be without me anymore, I’ll let you taste the pain and suffering of my previous life.’
Zhao HongXiang finally recovered some spirit. He excitedly said, “Good, good. It’s just that the wound on my leg has festered. The smell is really bad. You can’t dislike me for it.”
“I won’t.” Zi You’s voice softened a little bit. She also deliberately went closer to him. “Don’t worry about it. Focus on recuperating. You will definitely get better.”
Zhao HongXiang looked into Zi You’s clear eyes. They were like a deep well glittering with a clear light as if they wanted to suck his soul into them.
Zhao HongXiang looked stupidly at her and ignored the weakness in his body and the pain in his leg. He couldn’t help but reach out his dirty hand towards her peerless face.
Zi You retreated with lightning speed. Her heart secretly hated him. This slag male was already ill to this point, but was still lustful.
Wait a little bit. If I don’t have you screaming out in pain hovering between life and death, then I can’t show off my ability.
Thinking of this, Zi You coldly ordered Zhao HongXiang’s maidservants. “I’ll first take your Shizi’s pulse. Then I will examine and treat his leg. It might be very painful then. You must hold him down.”