Murong gazed at the person on the bed with a sullen expression. Later, seeing Yun Xiao's small, sweaty face, he finally felt a pang of concern and helped Yun Xiao care for Yun Zhen, using a cold towel to wipe his body. The two of them were busy non-stop.
Later, Wanwan also arrived and continuously changed the cold water. After a period of busyness.
Yun Zhen's fever finally subsided. Yun Xiao, however, was drenched in sweat, sticking uncomfortably to her clothes.
Wanwan glanced at her mistress and then at Murong Chong, who stood tall and stern beside her. She couldn't quite make out his expression because he always wore a mask.
However, when his cold gaze swept over her, Wanwan couldn't help but tremble. The man's eyes were simply too cold, sharp as a blade's edge.
But he doted on her mistress, and that was enough. She accepted him.
No matter if he was a great demon of a thousand sins, as long as he genuinely cared for her mistress, she would not reject him.
"Mistress, you should go wash up and get some sleep. It's almost dawn, I'll stay and watch the rest."
Yun Xiao looked up at Yun Zhen. His complexion had changed from the initial paleness, and he now had a slight color. She believed he would wake up soon.
If he saw her in her current state, he would probably feel even worse, so she decided to go and wash up.
"Alright."
Yun Xiao and Murong Chong walked out, leaving Wanwan to keep watch.
There would be no more accidents from now on.
The moon hung in the west, the night was nearly over, and dawn was approaching.
Yun Xiao felt weary in body and mind. She reached out to rub her shoulders and arms. Murong Chong reached out from behind, picked her up, and said in a deep voice, "Where is the bathroom?"
When this scoundrel Yun Zhen woke up, he would definitely teach him a good lesson. Didn't he know that when he was injured, Xiao'er would also be very worried and sad?
Why didn't he cherish such family affection? When he was young, he always longed for a sister to dote on. Was this his love? If so, it was too cheap and better off without.
Yun Xiao leaned into Murong's embrace and pointed. Murong Chong followed the direction of her finger and headed towards the bathing room.
The bathing room had everything. Yun Xiao walked in and gestured for Murong Chong to wait outside while she quickly freshened up.
However, after a long while, she still hadn't come out. Murong Chong was startled, flashed inside, and was utterly speechless.
The little girl had fallen asleep in the bath. Her long, dark hair hung wetly outside the tub. Her hands rested on the edge of the tub, her arms as tender as lotus roots, fair and flawless. Water droplets slid down them like transparent glass beads, falling one by one.
Her little head was tilted to one side, fast asleep.
Murong Chong's gaze instantly deepened, a fiery flame ignited, and a nameless rage surged in his chest. His Adam's apple bobbed a few times. xxs one
Facing such a vivid and captivating scene, and it being the woman he loved, the usually calm and self-possessed man felt blood rush to his head. But seeing the little girl motionless, he feared she would catch a chill if he disturbed her, which would be troublesome.
However, he dared not step forward rashly, fearing that one glance would prevent him from pulling away.
He only wanted to cherish her. Once he reclaimed the throne and formally proposed to the Yun family, he would then have this little girl, but definitely not now.
But now, how should he hold her?
The sleeping little girl was unaware that the usually cold-blooded and demonic Great Hero Murong was completely stumped. Finally, he closed his eyes, reached out, and touched a bathing cloth on the screen. He then felt his way to the edge of the tub.
His large hand touched her soft, boneless arm, and his heart trembled. Then, he lifted her up.
The bathing cloth in his other hand simultaneously opened, wrapping Yun Xiao like a net, so tightly that she couldn't move, only revealing her tender little face.
Murong Chong let out a sigh of relief, his heart pounding like a drum. He felt more exhausted than after fighting an ambush.
Looking at the little girl in his arms, she was sleeping soundly, completely unaware of the torment he had endured. Murong Chong couldn't help but lean down and kiss her small lips fiercely, to comfort himself for his suffering. Only when the person in his arms moaned did he release her.
Yun Xiao groggily opened her eyes, seeing herself in Murong Chong's embrace. She had completely forgotten about bathing.
"Murong."
"Sleep, sleep," Murong Chong reached out and caressed her small face, as soft as a handful of snow, as if it would melt into water in his hands. Seeing her fall asleep again, he pecked her cheek once more before contentedly carrying her towards a side room.
When they had arrived earlier, he had already noticed the guest rooms in the courtyard.
The next day, as soon as Yun Xiao opened her eyes, she saw the person leaning above her, fast asleep. She glanced at him, then turned her gaze towards the window. The sky had a faint bluish-white glow; it wasn't fully light yet, and she was still very sleepy.
She and Murong were in the same bed, which she was already accustomed to, and paid it no mind, preparing to close her eyes and sleep a little longer.
But when she looked down, she saw that she was tightly wrapped in a bathing cloth, so much so that she couldn't even move. She remembered bathing last night and then falling asleep, and Wanwan was keeping watch in Yun Zhen's room. So, who had carried her over last night?
As Yun Xiao thought about this, her cheeks suddenly flushed crimson, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "Murong, get up!"
Murong Chong had actually woken up long ago. He was squinting at the girl's ever-changing expression. Seeing her call out now, he seemed to groggily open his eyes and asked, "Xiao'er, what's wrong?"
"Me, this?"
Yun Xiao pointed at the bathing cloth on herself and stammered, "Did you wrap me?"
"Yes."
Murong Chong replied earnestly, with the demeanor of a complete gentleman, and there seemed to be no abnormality in his expression.
Yun Xiao had no idea about his painful struggle last night. She, on the other hand, had first been shy, then angry, and now looked incredulously at Murong. Why was there no reaction from him at all?
Could it be that her figure was too poor? That couldn't be right; she was curvaceous and had some flesh. Why could this damned man remain indifferent?
Just then, the Great Hero Murong glanced at her from top to bottom and said plainly.
"Shriveled, very flat."
Yun Xiao didn't understand his meaning at first, but then she finally grasped it. He was implying that her figure was not good and that she was very flat, wasn't he? She became angry with shame, struggled, revealing her two jade-like arms, grabbed a pillow, and threw it at him.
Murong Chong was prepared. He dodged and rushed out of the room. The pillow hit the screen, but he didn't notice.
The Great Hero Murong dared not look another glance, for fear of losing control. Moreover, his nose felt hot, and two streams of blood dripped down. He felt greatly embarrassed. He leaped into the air, but his actions still fell into someone's eyes.
Wanwan looked at the retreating Murong Chong with a puzzled expression. What were those two red streams beneath his nose? Could it be blood? What had happened?
It wasn't until her mistress's voice came from inside that Wanwan began to understand. Could it be that the Palace Master of Shenlong Palace had seen her mistress and gotten a nosebleed?