Without practicing the Hehuan skill, the crazy leader has infinite charm

It was all her fault that she was too obsessed last night and allowed Lang Yue to mess around and leave these traces. She didn't expect that Nangong Xiu Lan would see it.

His eyes were erratic and his voice was trembling. “This… This was caused by a, uh… insect bite.”

Yao Jia felt that this excuse was enough to deceive Nangong Xiu Lan now.

But when she met Nangong Xiu Lan's watery willow-leaf eyes, she suddenly felt guilty, lowered her head, and dared not look at him again.

Why did she feel that Nangong Xiu Lan's eyes were so strange today? It made her feel uneasy, ashamed and embarrassed as if she had caught someone cheating in bed.

Nangong Xiulan tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart. After a long while, he said awkwardly, "Then I'll go to Mingjue and get some medicine for my wife to apply."

Yao Jia hurriedly got out of bed and put on her clothes, "No... no, there's no need to trouble Ming Jue with such a small problem."

If Mingjue knew about this, he would definitely come over and lecture her, saying that she was losing her mind due to lust and it was harmful to her health.

Nangong Xiu Lan didn't say anything else. She quickly turned around, hiding the pain in her eyes, and left the room.

Yao Jia didn't even bother to put on her clothes. She just put them on casually and chased after him. However, she found that Nangong Xiu Lan had not left. She was just standing under the peach tree in the yard, staring at the red flowers on the tree.

Yao Jia breathed a sigh of relief instantly. As long as he didn't go looking for Ming Jue, she would feel relieved.

He returned to the house and started to eat the breakfast that Qingzhu had placed on the table. From time to time, he looked up and looked through the windowsill at Nangong Xiu Lan in the yard.

Nangong Xiu Lan seemed to be admiring the flowers, but his mind was no longer focused on who knows where. His left shoulder was still aching, and he didn't dare move that arm. However, he loosened and tightened his right hand, which showed that his anger had not yet completely disappeared.

From Yaojia's position, he could only see his back.

When they had almost finished eating, Yao Jia saw Nangong Xiu Lan still staring at the tree.

It’s strange, how beautiful is this tree that he stared at it for so long?

He put down his chopsticks, quietly walked behind Nangong Xiu Lan, and raised his hand to pat him on the back.

“Are peach blossoms so beautiful?”

At this moment, Nangong Xiu Lan's chest tightness had completely disappeared, and he was turning around to go back to find Yao Jia.

The slap happened to hit his injured left shoulder exactly.

The pain instantly spread from his left shoulder to his entire body. Nangong Xiu Lan's body instantly stiffened in pain and he almost groaned, but he couldn't let Yao Jia notice, so he could only purse his lips tightly.

The wound was probably split by Yao Jia. The great Sima of Tianxing Pavilion could hold back his tears, but he couldn't hold back the blood from the wound.

A pair of eyes filled with tears of grievance looked at Yao Jia.

Yao Jia was stunned.

"What...what happened? Did I scare you? I'm sorry...I shouldn't have walked without making any sound...Lanlan, please don't cry..."

Yao Jia looked at the tears flashing in Nangong Xiu Lan's eyes, and for a moment, she was at a loss and wanted to go forward to wipe his tears.

But Nangong Xiu Lan dodged it lightly.

Nangong Xiu Lan took a deep breath, shook her head gently, and tried hard to force back the tears in her eyes.

"I'm fine, it's just... my stomach suddenly started to hurt, I have to go back and take medicine."

He tried his best to make his voice sound calm, and as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately disappeared from Yao Jia's sight.

Yao Jia was stunned for a long time before she walked out of the yard.

When they arrived at Nangong Xiu Lan's yard, Lin Jiang said that he fell asleep directly after drinking the medicine.

"Then I'll go in and see him."

"Young Master, you'd better not go. The young master didn't get enough rest last night. Doctor Ming said that he must take good care of himself these days, otherwise he will develop a chronic disease in the future."

When Yao Jia heard this, she quickly withdrew her foot from the threshold.

I thought to myself that having diarrhea could actually leave a root of illness. Is Nangong Xiu Lan's intestines made of paper?

"Okay then. If he wakes up, remember to tell him I was here."

This will save him from making trouble again.

Lin Jiang quickly agreed, "I will definitely tell you, young master, that the young master cares about him meticulously, like the surging river, continuous..."

After Lin Jiang praised her, Yao Jia came out of the yard and walked towards Langyue Courtyard. She wanted to say a few words to him, asking him not to be so reckless and leave marks on her in the future.

But before I got there, I smelled the scent of Chinese medicine, which was wafting from a courtyard in front.

Seeing the courtyard door open, Yao Jia walked in as if possessed. She didn't find anyone in the yard, but the Chinese medicine in the casserole on the stove at the door was bubbling with steam.

Mingjue should live in this yard, but Yaojia looked around and didn't see him. Just as she was about to go into the house to find him, she heard Mingjue's reproachful voice coming from the inner room.

"But it's only been a while since we last met, and you're already like this?"

Then came the rustling sound of clothes being taken off, which suddenly reached Yao Jia's ears, making her withdraw her hand and stand still at the door.

"Uh……"

It was another man's groan.

Yao Jia’s eyes widened.

"Do you feel the pain now? Weren't you still very manly last night?"

"Be gentle..."

Yao Jia stood there motionless as if he had been struck by lightning.

From inside came the sound of a man rustling his clothes, mixed with Mingjue's voice.

"Look at you, you're still running around with your wounds bursting like this, do you really think you're made of iron?"

The voice inside was silent for a moment, followed by a faint and awkward voice, "I'll pay attention..."

Yao Jia recognized it as Nangong Xiu Lan's voice.

He... he is injured?

Yao Jia felt an inexplicable panic in his heart. How could it be possible? Who would hurt him? And how did he get hurt?

Just then, the sound of Nangong Xiu Lan putting on clothes came from inside.

Someone was walking towards the door, Yao Jia quickly calmed down and hid aside.

The door was opened from the inside, and Nangong Xiu Lan appeared at the door, stroked his left shoulder, and walked out of the yard.

As soon as he left, Yao Jia immediately slipped into the house.

Ming Jue was packing up some bandages on the table, thinking that Nangong Xiulan had returned. Without even raising his head, he said, "Don't worry, I will definitely do what I promised you. You don't need to come back to remind me again."

No one had spoken for a long time. Mingjue looked up and saw Yao Jia standing by the door, looking at him intently.

The hairs on his body immediately stood up and he hurriedly looked away, not wanting to look at Yao Jia.

"Yaoyao, why are you free to come here today?"

"From what you're asking, are you blaming me for not bothering you for a long time?"

"No... not..."

Seeing that he was avoiding her gaze, Yao Jia knew that she would not be able to get any information out of him if she asked him about Nangong Xiu Lan, so she thought quickly and said with a smile, "Doctor Ming is giving free medical treatment to people again?"

Mingjue breathed a sigh of relief and nodded hurriedly.

Seeing him relax, Yao Jia sat on a stool nearby and looked at the gauze in Ming Jue's hand and said, "It looks like he is still a patient with external injuries."

Mingjue's heart skipped a beat, and he tensed up instantly. He nodded randomly, "Yes, I accidentally hurt my arm while fighting with someone."

After saying this, Mingjue really wanted to slap himself. Why did he raise his arm for no reason?

Yao Jia looked at him with a half-smile, "Oh... is that the left arm? Or the right arm?"

Mingjue's hands trembled, and he almost dropped what he was holding. He pretended to be calm, raised his head, met Yaojia's inquiring eyes, and asked, "Yaoyao, why are you so leisurely today? Asking about my patient?"

Yao Jia smiled slightly and said, "I'm just curious. Mingjue, why are you so nervous? But do you feel that Xiu Lan has been a little strange these days?"

Mingjue's heart, which had just calmed down, was raised to his throat again.