Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

"Shut up!" Rong Junchu came to her side, stretched out his hand and directly lifted off her clothes, inspecting the wound on her stomach, pursing her thin lips slightly.

Song Qingzhu was silenced by his drinking, and startled by his actions, he grabbed his clothes reflexively.

"It takes about three hours to get here from Linchuan City. If you think you can make it through, continue."

Song Qingzhu still clutched at his clothes, "I am a doctor myself, and I know my injury."

"Heh~" Rong Junchu had a cold face, "Since you are a doctor, do you know that you have a fever now?"

Song Qingzhu shook her head instinctively, she only felt that her body was very cold, but her mind was still awake.

Rong Junchu broke away her hand without saying anything, then took off his shirt and covered her stomach.

"you……"

Rong Junchu lowered his head and glanced at her, "I still count on you for my leg, if it burns stupidly, no one will cure it."

Song Qingzhu shut up awkwardly, his clothes had a trace of his body temperature, and it seemed that even the pain had been relieved a lot.

Another burst of lightning pierced the sky, Song Qingzhu shrank instinctively, and leaned slightly towards Rong Junchu.

His body is so warm, I really want to lean on it like this.

Song Qingzhu raised his head slightly, looking at his sharp side face, almost perfect collarbone...

Song Qingzhu spurned himself in his heart: Song Qingzhu, it's time like this, yet you still have the mood to be a nympho here!

"Or you'd better put on your clothes." Song Qingzhu suggested sincerely.

Hearing this, Rong Junchu looked down at her with doubts in his eyes.

Song Qingzhu explained uncomfortably, "It's raining so much now, in case you get sick, I'll still have to treat you in the end."

"Need not."

Song Qingzhu stopped persuading after hearing the words, and tried to look elsewhere.

The rain became heavier, and the bean-sized raindrops fell on the body more like a torture.

It was getting colder and colder, Song Qingzhu curled himself up into a ball, still shivering from the cold.

"Um...can you lean on me? I'm...so cold." Song Qingzhu's teeth chattered, and he looked at Rong Junchu for help.

Rong Junchu pursed his lips slightly, stretched out his hand and hugged her into his arms, not forgetting to remove the blades of grass on her body.

"You love being clean so much, you shouldn't... come down." Song Qingzhu muttered, teeth still chattering.

"If you didn't pick the peony root for me, I wouldn't come down."

He used a positive tone, without a trace of emotion in his voice.

Song Qingzhu bit her lips, this was the Rong Junchu she knew, who was ruthless.Probably except for Rong Jingchen, no one can get emotion from him.

Having had his help a few times, she is already considered a lucky one.

Thinking of this, Song Qingzhu felt a lot more relaxed in his heart, laying on him unceremoniously, and put his arms directly on him to keep warm.

When the cold hand touched the skin, Rong Junchu instinctively froze.

Song Qingzhu didn't seem to notice his abnormality, and rested his head carelessly on his shoulder.

It was finally warmer, Song Qingzhu was satisfied, and asked, "Rong Junchu, why did you help me?"

"You can heal my leg."

Song Qingzhu knew this was the case. Suddenly, a strange thought came to his mind, and he reached out and poked Rong Junchu, "I'll ask you a question, have you ever met a woman at your age?"

Hearing this, Rong Junchu was stunned for a moment, "If you are a woman..."

Song Qingzhu bit his lip angrily, and then laughed again, but accidentally involved the wound.

Bearing the pain, she looked at him and said with a smile, "Rong Junchu, I didn't expect you to be so... pure."

As Song Qingzhu said, he stretched out his hand and poked it a few more times.

His fingers were grabbed by both hands, Rong Junchu looked down at her, his eyes were heavy, "I've never touched a woman, have you ever touched a man?"

Song Qingzhu blinked his eyes and said with a dry smile, "I am so ugly, so I am naturally not as good as you. I am ugly and poor, but you are handsome and rich, so it is different in essence."

"But I'm lame."