How can I know the strategy? It's all because my wife loves me

"Since the princess is watching here, I will go and boil the medicine first."

Mu Qi now believed that Baili Hongxuan would not harm Mo Yang.

Firstly, he believed that Mo Yang would not make a mistake, and secondly, the man just now really intended to kill him for Mo Yang.

Mu Qi didn't get a response from Baili Hongxuan, but he didn't care. He packed up his things and went out to prepare the herbs.

Baili Hongxuan kept staring at Mo Yang's bleeding fingertips, feeling his heart beat with every drop of blood.

The knot between his brows had not loosened yet. Baili Hongxuan found a stool for himself and sat down next to Mo Yang, next to the bathtub.

He gently grasped Mo Yang's thumb and clenched it in his palm, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Did Mo Yuan poison you?"

Baili Hongxuan's eyes were unfocused, and he muttered something to the air in front of him.

For the rest of the time, he sat there motionless, staring at Mo Yang, as if he wanted to engrave him and every hair on his head into his mind.

After an incense stick of time had passed, Mu Qi came back and removed the needle from Mo Yang, and together with Baili Hongxuan, he pulled Mo Yang out of the bathtub.

"His hand has not been bandaged yet." Baili Hongxuan reminded.

"There's no rush for this," Mu Qi said calmly, "Since the princess is here, please change the prince's clothes. I will apply medicine to his wound later."

"How do I change his clothes?" Baili Hongxuan frowned even tighter.

"It's okay if the princess doesn't want to," Mu Qi waved his hand nonchalantly, "After all, he will wake up soon. Let him wet it first, and you can deal with it yourself when he wakes up."

After Mu Qi finished speaking, he went out to check on the medicine furnace. He was not confident in entrusting the task of decocting medicine to others, so Mu Qi would personally watch over it every time.

"Wet..." Baili Hongxuan looked at Mu Qi's back and glared at him again, "Why aren't you wet?!"

He complained in a low voice, his tone full of dissatisfaction, as if “if they’re not family, I don’t know how to feel sorry for them.”

Baili Hongxuan carried the dripping Mo Yang and laid him down on the bamboo couch beside him. He was a little at a loss for a moment.

Looking at the motionless person on the couch, Baili Hongxuan's mind was in a mess and he didn't know what he was thinking. His cheeks and ears began to feel hot.

"I'm going to take off your clothes. If you don't agree, just blink."

After Baili Hongxuan finished speaking, he waited for a while. Seeing no movement, he sat down on the edge of the bamboo couch and raised his hand to take off Mo Yang's shirt.

Before taking the medicinal bath, Mo Yang had already taken off his outer shirt, leaving only an inner shirt and underpants that reached above his knees.

Baili Hongxuan didn't dare to look around when he was holding the person. His eyes flickered and never stayed on Mo Yang.

Now that I had to undress him, I had to look away and focus on him.

Mo Yang's shirt was loose to begin with, simply tied with two ties that went down along his neck, revealing a patch of skin that was still reflecting the water.

The thin undershirt stuck tightly to his body because it was wet, revealing Mo Yang's broad and strong chest muscles and smooth muscle lines.

Baili Hongxuan felt burned at first sight. His Adam's apple moved subconsciously and he stretched out two fingers to gently untie the straps.

She took a deep breath, narrowed her eyes, and used her fastest hands to help him pull off his shirt.

Without the covering of cloth, Baili Hongxuan opened his eyes and saw Mo Yang's upper body without any cover, and his breathing became a little hotter.

She quickly pulled up the small blanket beside her and threw it on him, then turned her head away and stopped looking at him.

Baili Hongxuan himself didn't understand why he had such a big reaction to Mo Yang's body.

Baili Hongxuan had seen so many men practicing martial arts together in the Shadow Pavilion before. Why didn't he realize that he had such a habit before?

But Baili Hongxuan is not someone who gives up easily. Since he plans to change Mo Yang's clothes, there is no reason to give up halfway.

Now that he was covered by the quilt, Baili Hongxuan's original nervousness dissipated a lot.

He took a deep breath, and quietly reached his hand into the quilt, moving it from his thigh to Mo Yang's waist little by little like a thief.

"Uh……"

Baili Hongxuan was startled by Mo Yang's sudden voice, and in panic he increased the strength in his hands.

"Hongxuan!"

Mo Yang subconsciously raised his hand and pressed down the hand that was making trouble underneath through the quilt.

Baili Hongxuan was startled by the sound and broke out in a cold sweat. When he came back to his senses, he found that his hand was burning.

His head buzzed and his whole body started to feel hot instantly. He tried to pull his hand back in panic, but Mo Yang held him tightly and he couldn't move.

"Let go!" Baili Hongxuan was embarrassed and angry. What was this?

He had no other thoughts at first, but in this posture, he couldn't find any reason to defend himself when Mo Yang said he was a hooligan!

"What is Hongxuan doing?" Mo Yang said, deliberately pressing his hand down, and a very light hum came out of his throat.

Baili Hongxuan clenched his fingers into his palms, restraining himself from moving at all.

"Shameless!"

Baili Hongxuan glared at him with red cheeks and anger in his eyes.

Mo Yang was not aware of it at all. He raised his lips and kindly let go of his hand. "Who is Hongxuan talking about?"

Baili Hongxuan's hand was no longer clamped, and he quickly pulled his arm back. Because he clenched his fist so hard, a row of nail marks were left on the palm of his hand.

He was already confused, and when Mo Yang asked him this, he was so ashamed and angry that he couldn't speak.

She lowered her head and bit her lower lip, and soon her eyes turned red.

Mo Yang was originally teasing him, but when he saw that the man had been silent for a while, he quickly sat up and went over to look at him.

"Hongxuan?" Mo Yang turned sideways to pull Baili Hongxuan's arm, but was pushed away by the latter.

"Don't touch me!" As soon as Baili Hongxuan raised his head, Mo Yang saw his red eyes.

The water halo inside was about to fall off at the eyelids. Perhaps he was trying to restrain himself. The tip of his nose was red, and it was obvious that he had irritated people.

"Hongxuan, I, I was just kidding you."

Mo Yang felt so distressed that he wanted to reach out to wipe the corners of his eyes, but when he saw Hong Xuan's angry gaze, he retracted his hand.

"Don't cry, I was wrong, Hongxuan, you can beat me up, just stop crying, okay?"

Mo Yang wanted to hug her, but Baili Hongxuan decisively pushed him away. He couldn't kiss her, and even holding her hand was difficult.

I was so anxious that I wanted to perform on-the-spot rehabilitation for a disabled person.

In the end, there was really no other way, so Mo Yang took a step back and settled for the next best thing. He carefully grasped the hem of Baili Hongxuan's clothes and whispered to admit his mistake, "Hongxuan, don't be angry, I really know I was wrong."

Baili Hongxuan's jealousy was not caused by anger, but mostly by shame.

But seeing Mo Yang making worried faces, he felt that he could be angry.

What's more, it was Mo Yang who acted recklessly first and didn't know how to behave and started a fight with him.

"Hongxuan..." Mo Yang was so focused on coaxing others that he didn't pay any attention to his current situation.

His upper body was naked, and there were water stains on his healthy skin. Because of his movements, water drops would slide down along the texture of his muscles and sink into his waist from time to time.

Further down, there was only a corner of a quilt lightly draped on it, which was a pretense of bluffing.

Baili Hongxuan quickly glanced at him, took a breath and stood up, "Who cares."