The taste of the medicine was still lingering, and Xie Jiang felt much better.
She wondered if it was the effectiveness of the pills made by Yi An, or if the man's taste was simply too delightful.
"One pill is enough?" Yi Yan Gen sat up straight, feigning nonchalance.
Xie Jiang stared at his bright red ear tips, finding them incredibly cute. Just as she was about to reach out and play with them, she perked up at his words.
"Then shall we have another?" She hadn't had her fill yet.
"Don't be silly. Medicine shouldn't be taken carelessly."
Yi Yan Gen deliberately put on a stern face and tucked the jade bottle into her purse. Seeing her lips, red like a rose battered by rain, he looked away unnaturally.
"When you usually take medicine, do you need someone to feed it to you like this?"
This question had been bothering Yi Yan Gen for a long time, but he couldn't help but ask it casually.
Xie Jiang pouted, "The medicine is too bitter."
Besides him, who else had she allowed to feed her like this! Yi Yan Gen tried his best to restrain his anger.
"I'll have someone prepare a box of candy or preserved fruits for you. What flavor do you like?"
Xie Jiang leaned her face closer, "I like Yi Yan Gen flavor."
Yi Yan Gen placed his palm against her forehead. "...Haven't you finished your business yet?" He couldn't always be by her side. "And what about your injury?"
"Someone hit me, I suppose," Xie Jiang said casually.
His palm was like an impenetrable wall, blocking her from doing as she pleased. So, she decided to butt him with her forehead. Let him see if he could withstand it.
Yi Yan Gen was deeply shaken by her words and abruptly withdrew his hand.
Xie Jiang missed her target and her head buried itself into his chest.
"Ah! Yi Yan Gen!" Xie Jiang bristled. His chest was hard, and the impact made her head ache.
Yi Yan Gen immediately righted her, his voice chillingly cold. "Who?"
Xie Jiang, seeing stars, snapped, "Who what? Yi Yan Gen, are you asking for a beating!"
"Who hit you?"
"I don't remember. My brain was damaged."
"..."
Xie Jiang looked up as if sensing something. She saw Yi Yan Gen staring intently at her, his deep eyes filled with a chilling coldness.
At this moment, Yi Yan Gen looked terrifying.
Steward Zhang, who had just emerged to bring the meal, immediately retreated.
What mischief was Xie Mo Tou up to now?
When she was away, the whole day had been calm and smooth. The moment she arrived, she made the master wish he could live but not die.
Steward Zhang knelt fearfully in the corridor. The other servants dared not stand; sensing the unusual atmosphere, they all knelt with their trays.
"With your skills, how could you have been..." Yi Yan Gen's voice trembled slightly.
"Even a horse can stumble. Perhaps I was careless," Xie Jiang said dismissively.
"..."
Yi Yan Gen stared at her again, silent. His heart ached intensely.
"..."
Xie Jiang couldn't help but feel immensely guilty. Why hadn't she protected herself properly? How could she have let herself be beaten so badly!
"I really don't remember..."
Yi Yan Gen pulled her into his embrace, his large hand stroking her head, inch by inch, gently.
"Where are you hurt? Does it still ache?"
"It hurts here." Xie Jiang grabbed his hand and pressed it to her chest.
As if shocked by electricity, Yi Yan Gen abruptly withdrew his hand and glared at her fiercely.
How could she be so careless with her own safety!
Yi Yan Gen could barely control the anger and killing intent surging within him.
Xie Jiang glared back, not to be outdone. It *did* hurt there! You're the one touching the wrong spot!
"You've messed up my hair!"
"I'll comb it for you." Finally, he let out a long sigh, suppressing certain emotions for the time being.
"Did your Steward Zhang die on the way? Or is he deliberately trying to starve me to death!"
"Coming, coming—"
Steward Zhang, hearing this from outside, scrambled to his feet. "I'm waiting right outside, not daring to delay for a moment."
He waved frantically with his rear, urging them to hurry up and be more efficient!