Marry another wife, the mistress of the marquisate will not serve you anymore

Song Wanyin was still shivering from the cold, her teeth were chattering slightly, her whole body curled up, and she hummed:

"It's cold, so cold, give me some fire..."

Xiao Jingheng wrapped Song Wanyin like a dumpling in a quilt, but found that she was still complaining about the cold.

After thinking it over, he simply took off all his clothes, got into bed, hugged Song Wanyin tightly, and warmed her with his body temperature.

"It's okay, it will pass, and it won't be cold anymore."

Song Wanyin felt a hint of warmth in her drowsiness, as if she had come to a fire and couldn't wait to absorb more warmth.

She was like a frozen kitten, constantly trying to get into the warm arms.

Xiao Jingheng fit perfectly against her soft body. He felt the person in his arms tremble for a while, then gradually calm down and breathe evenly.

"Junior sister, how can I feel at ease when you are like this? The illness is in your body, and the pain is in my heart."

That night, he hardly dared to close his eyes, for fear that Song Wanyin would have a recurring high fever. Even though his arms were numb from being rested with her head, he did not dare to change his position for fear of waking her up.

Since the last time they lived in the same room while recuperating from their injuries, Xiao Jingheng has spent countless nights reminiscing about the past. He always felt a sense of emptiness in his arms, and he missed the short period of happy time when Song Wanyin was by his side.

I didn't expect that after so many twists and turns, the person I had been thinking about day and night was lying in my arms again.

Xiao Jingheng secretly made up his mind that after she recovered, he would find an opportunity to express his feelings to her.

Ever since Song Wanyin's divorce, she has no longer cared about love between men and women. She was afraid that it would open the scars in her heart, so she buried this heavy feeling deep in her heart.

All he could do was to carefully protect Song Wanyin's sensitive and fragile heart.

Don't force it, what is meant to come will come.

In the second half of the night, Song Wanyin lay in his arms, her face flushed, her forehead hot, and her breathing became rapid again.

"Wow, wow, I feel so uncomfortable..."

Xiao Jingheng noticed her abnormality and quickly touched her forehead, and found that the high fever continued to persist.

He quickly put on his clothes and got out of bed, poured a glass of warm water, then went back to the bed, helped Song Wanyin up, and let her lean on his arms.

"Junior sister, open your mouth. You can't get dehydrated now. You need to keep drinking water."

Song Wanyin opened her mouth in a daze, and when the warm water poured into her mouth, she accidentally choked and started coughing violently.

"Cough cough, cough cough..."

Xiao Jingheng took the white handkerchief with a worried look on his face and helped her wipe the water stains on her body, but he found that her clothes were all wet with sweat and water stains.

If I continue wearing it, I’m afraid the fever won’t go away and I’ll catch a cold.

When I thought about the fact that she was sweating now, she couldn't put on any clothes at all. What's more, the living conditions of the people in the mountains were limited and they didn't have so many clean clothes to change into.

After a series of fierce ideological struggles, Xiao Jingheng couldn't bear to watch her condition worsen, so he tore off a piece of his clothes, blindfolded her eyes, and carefully took off her wet clothes.

During the entire undressing process, Jamel Xiao was so nervous that his Adam's apple rolled up and down. His hands trembled slightly as he reached into her collar, but he accidentally touched her collarbone and pulled his hands back sharply as if he had been electrocuted.

Song Wanyin snorted softly, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, but there was no sign of waking up.

She seemed to have had a very long nightmare, in which she was being chased and bitten by tigers and leopards, and no matter how hard she tried to shake them off, she couldn't.

Xiao Jingheng forced himself to calm down, and said with his thin lips:

"Junior sister, this is an emergency, and I have no choice but to resort to this desperate measure.

Let's put aside the red tape and the differences between men and women for the time being and treat it as a life-saving measure."

Even though there was a layer of cloth covering his eyes, Song Wanyin's entire appearance emerged in his mind. According to the scene in his memory, he gently took off her clothes, trying not to touch her skin as much as possible, and still maintained the most basic etiquette.

Taking off clothes seems like a simple task on normal days, but this time he was sweating profusely, as if he had fought a battle.

Song Wanyin lay back down in the quilt, and after squirming restlessly for a while, she gradually calmed down and fell into a deep sleep.

Xiao Jingheng then took off the cloth from his eyes, took out her wet clothes, washed them, and hung them to dry so that he could wear them on the road tomorrow.

The Grand Tutor, who usually lived a life of luxury, washed clothes for a woman for the first time and took care of her in every detail while she was sick.

The morning light shines through the wooden window, softly pouring onto the bed in the room, casting patches of light and shadows of varying sizes.

Song Wanyin woke up slowly, her vision gradually becoming clearer. What she saw was Xiao Jingheng's tired face with blue stubble growing on his chin.

She was startled. It seemed that Xiao Jingheng had not closed his eyes all night to take care of her. She said guiltily:

"Brother, thank you for taking care of me. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have died long ago."

Xiao Jingheng smiled slightly, tucked her quilt considerately, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Junior sister, there is no need for us to be polite.

I'm glad you're okay, you scared me."

Song Wanyin felt that her fever seemed to have subsided and she felt more energetic. She struggled to sit up, but found that she was wearing her own clothes again.

what?

When did I change my clothes?

Could it be that my senior brother helped me change it?

Did he see something he shouldn't have seen?

Why can't I remember what happened last night?

Seeing her little face suddenly turn red, Xiao Jingheng mistakenly thought that she had a fever again. He quickly reached out and touched her forehead, and found that her whole face was almost cooked.

"Junior sister, if you feel uncomfortable anywhere, you must tell me."

Song Wanyin hugged the quilt tightly in her arms in panic, feeling nervous and uneasy, but unable to speak.

My senior brother took care of me the whole night with good intentions. What if I still doubt his character, will he think I am an ungrateful person?

Xiao Jingheng understood everything from her action:

"Junior sister, you had a high fever last night and you broke out in cold sweat.

I was worried that you would catch a cold and your condition would get worse, so I had no choice but to change your clothes while blindfolding you."

When Song Wanyin heard this, she felt even more guilty. Every time she was in danger, her senior brother would always appear to save her first.

A woman's reputation is of course as important as her life, but compared with the risk of losing her life, she must know which is more important.

Her father often taught her that in life-and-death situations, one should never get hung up on trivial matters, and that as long as it does not cross the bottom line, everything is understandable.

Seeing that her fever had subsided and the weather outside had cleared up, Xiao Jingheng suggested:

"Junior Sister, we can set off now. Aren't you still looking for silk and satin goods?

I do know a few places where bandits often hang out, we can go look for them, maybe we can find some clues."

Song Wanyin slowly got up from the bed and stretched her limbs. She felt like she had been reborn. She asked with concern:

"Brother, how are your injuries?"

Xiao Jingheng smiled lightly and said comfortingly:

"It's okay, this little injury is nothing to me.

It’s you who…”

Thinking of the thrilling scene last night, I felt more sad and guilty, but fortunately it was a close call without any harm.

He made up his mind that no matter what Song Wanyin wanted to do, he would do his best to help her remove all obstacles.