It’s just a man’s body, isn’t it? She had seen plenty on TV and at the swimming pool. Just strip! Take it off directly!
Fortunately, Yang Ming had only left a layer on before getting into bed; otherwise, it would have been a tough job for her to undress him.
"I’m not trying to take advantage of you, okay? You have a fever, and I need to cool you down!"
With great efficiency, Xiaoxiao stripped off Yang Ming’s shirt. She hadn’t realized until she removed it and got a shock—Yang Ming had a nice build, pretty solid material there! A six-pack! How did this gentle scholar get into such good shape!
"Nice physique. A nine out of ten!"
Given Yang Ming’s appearance, he was certainly her type! But... he was too young, she didn’t want to be a cougar. Hey, what was she thinking about!
So Xiaoxiao wiped down Yang Ming’s body, cool as a cucumber, quickly finishing with his upper body.
However, when it ca to wiping his lower body, Xiaoxiao beca uneasy: "Oh my, he’s not wearing any underwear, so awkward!"
Xiaoxiao quickly found a piece of clothing to cover him, her heart thumping twice as fast. She was terrified. She quickly regulated her breathing, patted her flushed cheeks, and told herself, "Zhong Xiaoxiao, get a grip!" Then she continued to remove Yang Ming’s pants!
To her dismay, she discovered a wound on Yang Ming’s thigh; her heart skipped a beat. Upon unwrapping it, she saw what appeared to be a deep cut, probably from a bad knock. It would have required many stitches if this were modern tis. In this era, however, they could only wait for it to heal naturally. No wonder he had a fever.
"Did you get this injury during the fight? You got hurt; why didn’t you say anything?"
While wiping him down, Xiaoxiao had already noticed many bruises on his body—the opponent had been pretty ruthless! It seed necessary to deal with those people a bit earlier. Yet Yang Ming really had endurance, walking around as if his leg wasn’t injured at all!
Xiaoxiao quickly finished wiping him down and got up to leave. She needed to get alcohol to disinfect the wound and also retrieve Yang Qiu’s external dicine.
"I’ll be right back; I’m just stepping out for a mont."
After Xiaoxiao left, Yang Ming opened his eyes. He was extrely nervous, his heart pounding away. He had regained consciousness when his wife started taking off his clothes. Listening to her mutter to herself, he suddenly didn’t want to wake up!
Now that his wife had seen everything, he felt a burning sha all over. Thankfully, his wife covered him up with a thick jacket. Otherwise, if she had seen how his body reacted, his reputation would be destroyed.
As he was thinking this, his wife returned.
"You’re awake!"
"Hmm!"
"Don’t move yet; I’m going to disinfect and apply dicine to the wound."
"..." What is disinfection?
"I’ve sent the fourth brother to buy the dicine. He’ll be back soon. I’ll use a cloth to apply a cold compress to your forehead for now. It should make you feel better!"
"Hmm!"
"Later on, you should wipe your body down a few more tis to bring down the fever. Rember to drink plenty of hot water!"
"Thank you, Xiaoxiao!"
It’s about ti her cheap husband caught on. Calling her ’Xiaoxiao’ was much more pleasant to the ear.
Soon, Yang Dong ca back with the dicine. Xiaoxiao busied herself preparing the dicine—a real challenge for her, having never taken up Chinese dicine, let alone preparing drugs.
After Yang Ming drank the dicine, he went back to sleep. It wasn’t until the middle of the night that the fever finally subsided, allowing Xiaoxiao to relax.
The next day, when Yang Ming woke up, it was quite late. He didn’t see Xiaoxiao but instead found a note she left on the table.
"Gone to County town! Back in the afternoon!"
What was she doing in the county town? Could it be she was looking for Big Brother Chu?
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