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Chapitre 28

The young master didn't speak, but instead, with an extremely elegant gesture, flicked his wrinkled collar.

"Are you really just passing by?" Seeing that he remained silent, Pang bent down to get closer.

Unexpectedly, he aggravated his sprained joint and cried out in surprise.

"Are you injured?" the young master asked, his voice as reserved as his other self.

"I hurt my ankle." Pang Wan reluctantly lifted her skirt, took off her shoes and socks, revealing a snow-white little foot with pink toes like flower petals.

The young master quickly looked away.

"Do you have any medicinal wine?" Pang Wan asked casually, gently kneading the swollen, red skin with her hand.

"No." The young master frowned, seemingly disgusted by her behavior.

"Then I'd like to trouble you one more time to help me and take me to the clinic."

Looking at her clothes covered in holes, Pang Wan pouted sadly—except for her face which was completely unharmed, there were at least ten bruises, swellings, and cracks on other parts of her body. She had to find a place to apply medicine as soon as possible and absolutely could not leave scars!

"It is now the hour of Yin (3-5 AM), and the clinic has already closed."

The young master replied indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Pang Wan looked up, her almond-shaped eyes widening as she stared at him, her eyes brimming with tears and her eyelashes fluttering.

The young master remained silent.

Big Eyes blinked twice more.

Under such a scorching gaze, the young master finally cleared his throat and said, "If the young lady doesn't mind, you can come with me to my residence to get the medicine."

Her almond-shaped eyes curved into crescent moons, her lips curved into a high smile, and her dimples were sweet: "Very good, very good, Wanwan thanks you in advance, young master." These are the words I've been waiting for.

The young master watched her excited expression after her scheme succeeded, and remained silent with a composed face.

"May I ask your honorable name, my benefactor?" Seeing that he was finally looking at her properly, Pang Wan quickly smiled and cupped her hands in gratitude. "I will repay your life-saving grace with all my might!"

"...He Qinglu."

Gazing at the sweet, bright smile before him, the young master raised an eyebrow without making a sound.

"Please remember my name, young lady."

But please, don't forget it by accident.

I am Maid A

He Qinglu is a very amazing person.

His mansion was as large as his ego, and his family courtyard as deep as his eccentricities.

"Your family is really rich!" While the maid was applying medicine to her, Pang Wan finally closed her jaw, which was about to dislocate.

It wasn't that she was unsophisticated; as the Holy Maiden of the Moon Worship, and having served the leader of the martial arts alliance for over a month, she should have seen many rare treasures. But this was truly the first time she had ever seen such an exquisite building—an ordinary bed with six buttons arranged side by side on the table, controlling six functions: opening and closing the door, raising and lowering the bed, turning the candle on and off, raising and lowering the mosquito net, calling servants, and storing utensils!

—It has a remote control! Your mother's mattress even has a remote control in martial arts novels! And it even has a massage function!

Pang Wan was truly shocked.

He Qinglu sat to the side drinking tea, and when she heard the praise, she didn't utter a sound.

Pang Wan felt a little annoyed that he was ignoring her.

This well-dressed young master He is perfect in every way, except he's too shy! He was so passionate when he was peeping at her on the street, and just now he risked his life (?) to send people to rescue her from the thugs. How come he puts on such a cold "it's none of my business" attitude in front of outsiders?

After careful consideration, she decided to forgive him for the time being, out of respect for Mr. He's handsome appearance.

Oh my, he really is handsome.

"Please take off your clothes, young lady." The maid's fair and slender fingers reached out and grabbed Pang Wan's collar.

"What do you want to do?" Pang Wan shrank back warily, protecting her collar.

"Miss, you also have injuries. Let me help you apply medicine." The maid gently persuaded her, her voice sweet and coquettish. "A girl's appearance is always important."

Pang Wan touched the silkworm armor on her body and shook her head, refusing: "No need, leave the medicine here, I'll do it myself."

The maid glanced back at He Qinglu, saw that his expression was normal, and smiled gracefully, "Then I won't disturb you any longer. Put the medicine down for now, and I'll go prepare a change of clothes for you, Miss." With that, she turned and left gracefully.

Looking at her swaying figure, Pang Wan thought that this kind of maid was probably the "refined type" that Gu Xiju liked. Her face darkened and something was fermenting in her chest.

What else are you hiding on your person?

In the empty room, He Qinglu's voice suddenly rang out, sounding exceptionally cold.

"What do you mean by hiding it!" Pang Wan glared at him irritably, then her expression changed drastically the next moment. "What do you mean by 'return'?" Could it be that this kid found something on her?

He Qinglu looked at her and extended her right hand, which was half-clenched into a fist.

"The fields have been overgrown with weeds due to mismanagement; where can we plant orchids in the spring breeze?"

His right hand slowly opened, revealing a small silver orchid.

"I never imagined you were a member of the Moon Worship Cult."

He Qinglu spoke slowly, word by word, a contemptuous smile playing on her lips.

Pang Wan stared wide-eyed.