Sweet Time Only for You: The Entanglement between Mr. Lu and Miss Song Chapter 233: Uncle Rong’s Request

"Cough cough cough... cough..." She choked until her face turned red, almost unable to catch her breath.

"Why are you so careless?" he chuckled softly, his tone as if speaking to a child. He loved teasing her, watching her fluster and panic.

At this mont, Song Yinyin’s face was flushed, her dense black eyelashes cast small fan-like shadows on her face, fluttering alluringly.

And beneath her delicate little nose, her lips were red as if stained with rouge. Because of the violent coughing, her eyes glistened with unshed tears, making her even more enchanting.

Seeing this, Lu Jihan felt a slight tightness in his throat, as if a fla had ignited in his heart.

His gaze was constantly locked onto her face.

Seeing wine at the corner of Song Yinyin’s mouth, he wiped it off with his hand, a gesture full of intimacy and ambiguity.

Song Yinyin instinctively tried to avoid him, but his arm around her waist prevented her from getting away.

If this continued, who knew what might happen next.

Fortunately, at this mont, Song Dabai shouted from the yard, "Daddy, hurry and co play with ! I want to play with this thing that looks like a parachute!"

The son’s call interrupted the rising tension between the two.

Lu Jihan closed his eyes helplessly.

No choice, after all, that was his son.

"Coming!" he replied, casting a aningful glance at Song Yinyin’s flushed cheeks before walking towards his son. "Which one do you want to play with?"

"This one!"

Song Dabai raised a small box and shook it, saying, "This looks like a parachute-shaped firecracker."

"Let see."

Watching the silhouettes of the one big and one small figure, Song Yinyin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

That night, Song Dabai insisted on playing with Lu Jihan until late at night. Finally, unable to resist sleepiness, he fell asleep in Lu Jihan’s arms.

Having just recovered from the Blood Curse Poison, Lu Jihan’s physical strength and energy hadn’t fully returned, making it quite a struggle when he carried Song Dabai back to the bedroom.

Seeing his strained expression, Uncle Rong furrowed his brows lightly.

Master, oh master, when will you finally tell Miss Song about the curse?

The next full moon night, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, is when the moon is the roundest, and also when the Blood Curse Poison is at its worst.

If the curse isn’t broken soon, I fear for the young master...

With this in mind, Uncle Rong hatched a plan.

He took out a dical kit and stopped Song Yinyin halfway, "Miss Song, could I trouble you with a favor?"

"Uncle Rong, go ahead."

"Oh, it’s like this. The young master had a minor accident during his business trip, suffered a few scratches. Could you help treat his wounds?"

Song Yinyin was surprised, only now recalling that when Lu Jihan rushed to the competition site, she had noticed his weary look and what seed like scars on his wrist.

Could it have been a car accident during the business trip?

Hearing this, her heart clenched slightly.

"Is he alright? Are the wounds deep? Why didn’t he say anything earlier? I would have sent him to the hospital if I’d known..."

"It’s nothing serious, the wounds have been treated; now they just need a change of dressing."

Uncle Rong handed over the dical kit, "Here is the kit. Please help the young master with a bandage change, Miss Song."

"Alright, leave it to ."

Song Yinyin nodded and took the dical kit upstairs.

...

After Lu Jihan carried Song Dabai back to the room, he tucked him in snugly and gently kissed his forehead before leaving the room at ease.

As soon as he relaxed, fatigue overwheld his body, and the scratches and abrasions hurt more intensely due to the sweat sticking to them.