Perhaps because she didn't retort, Yun Lie blurted out in his drowsy state, "Alright, alright, once I wake up... you can do whatever you want..."
Luo Cuiwei gritted her teeth and laughed angrily, spitting under her breath, "I've never seen anyone so good at turning the tables on others."
Considering his injury, I decided not to argue with him.
****
Yun Lie slept until nearly noon, and when he finally woke up, his beloved wife was nowhere to be found.
So he sat up sullenly, rubbed his hair to clear his mind for a while, and then got up and went to the cabinet in the outer room, casually picked out a set of clothes and draped them over his arm, and slowly walked out of the bedroom.
Seeing a waiter waiting outside the door, he casually asked, "Where is Madam?"
The waiter was startled by his unshaven appearance and paused for a moment before saying, "It seems he went to the kitchen to give some instructions."
"Oh," Yun Lie said, looking somewhat disappointed. He took a couple of steps in a sullen manner, then turned back and said, "No need to tell her I went to the purification room."
The waiter nodded blankly.
Yun Lie frowned slightly and emphasized, "Don't tell her that I'm injured and it's actually inconvenient for me to bathe by myself."
He suddenly raised his voice, sounding particularly unhappy. The waiter, not knowing what had happened, could only nod even more vigorously.
"Don't tell her what to do," Yun Lie gritted his teeth. "My injuries weren't treated properly in Linchuan. If I accidentally get too wet while bathing, I might die."
The waiter felt his scalp tingle from the look of disappointment he received. After a long while, he sighed as if waking from a dream, "Yes, Your Highness."
Why not just say you'll send someone to invite your wife over? Why all this sarcasm?
****
After Yun Lie fell asleep again in the morning, Luo Cuiwei got up quietly without disturbing him. After getting ready, she left the bedroom alone.
She originally thought that Xiong Xiaoyi should have returned with Yun Lie, so she wanted to ask him some questions.
To her surprise, the people escorting Yun Lie back this time were not Xiong Xiaoyi, but two young generals from Linchuan Army whom she did not recognize. So she had to swallow back all her questions.
The two young officers had clearly learned of Luo Cuiwei's identity from Chief Steward Chen, and treated her with respect. Although they did not reveal a word about matters involving military secrets, they took the initiative to inform her of Yun Lie's injuries and told her that no one outside should know about Yun Lie's injury at the moment.
This means that we can't easily go to see a doctor.
Feeling helpless, Luo Cuiwei absentmindedly ate a few bites of breakfast, then went to the kitchen to give instructions on the lunch menu. Just as she was about to return to her bedchamber to see if Yun Lie had woken up, she saw the servant who had been on duty outside the bedchamber that day hurrying to find her.
Hearing from the servant that Yun Lie had gone to the purification room alone, Luo Cuiwei was a little worried and hurriedly went to the purification room herself.
****
As soon as her slender hand knocked on the door of the clean room, the door was pulled open from the inside, leaving a small crack.
Before Luo Cuiwei could react, her wrist was grabbed and she was pulled in.
In the blink of an eye, she was pinned against the door by the tall body.
Two large, scorching hands, as hot as iron, one hand protecting her back between the door and the other supporting the back of her head, gently and thoroughly enveloping her in that masculine aura.
“You…” Luo Cuiwei glanced up and immediately choked up, her face turning bright red, unsure of where to look.
At this moment, Yun Lie had cleaned up his unkempt stubble. Although his complexion wasn't very good, his dark eyes sparkled like stars, making him look like a spirited and stubborn young man.
However, that's not the point of her blushing; the point is...
"Get dressed before you speak."
She turned her head away shyly, her trembling voice full of embarrassment, and she had no intimidating power at all.
Yun Lie glanced down at his shirtless half, then suddenly raised an eyebrow, gave a sly smile, freed his hand from behind her head, gently pinched her chin, and turned her blushing face back to face him.
"I brought you in, not to talk..." So, we can put aside the matter of what to wear for now.
First, show respect to your relatives.
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44. Chapter Forty-Four
Around noon, under the blazing summer sun, the clean room, with its doors tightly shut, had been filled with sweltering steam for a while. In this moment, their bodies suddenly pressed together, almost like dry wood thrown into a raging fire.
Luo Cuiwei suddenly felt as if she were in a steamer, or as if someone had overturned a pot of boiling sugar and oil in her heart, causing her chest to ache from the sweet and hot sensation.
Although she unconsciously closed her eyes the moment those thin lips pressed down on her, this action inadvertently amplified all five senses.
The scalding steam in the room, combined with the lingering scent of medicinal ointment emanating from Yun Lie's body, arrogantly and domineeringly invaded her breathing, making her feel as if... her mouth was on fire.
The fire in her mouth split into two, one burning towards her lungs and the other towards the top of her head, until her body went limp and her mind went blank.
Unable to think of anything or do anything, I can only be at the mercy of others.
All she tasted on her tongue was a lingering, sweet flavor, every little bit, every thread, like an invisible net binding her so tightly she couldn't move. This caused her to lose her way in this unexpected "battle of lips and teeth."
When Yun Lie finally released her lips, her neck drooped limply, her forehead pressed against his lips, as if she could only rely on him to support herself so that she wouldn't collapse to the ground on the spot.
Her already rosy cheeks were now flushed red as if they were about to bleed, and coupled with her rapid and unsteady breathing, all traces of the fierce and sassy demeanor she usually displayed when confronting others had vanished, making her look quite pitiful.
Yun Lie slowly reached down with one hand, and with a mixture of pride and affection, he tucked her right hand, which was hanging limply at her side, into his palm.
"How come you're breathing even more terribly than I am, a wounded patient? How pitiful." He chuckled softly close to her ear, deliberately and provocatively.