Time Travel and Love

For four days, Chu Qingmeng showed no signs of waking. Mo Wushuang remained at her bedside almost constantly. Mo Liuyuan and Mo Liuteng would check on her every hour or two, then report back to Mo Liujin. Kneeling in the ancestral hall, Mo Liujin was terribly anxious, unable to see Qingmeng's condition. His heart was in his throat, and the wounds from Concubine Liu's beatings had begun to flare up again. He hadn't eaten a single grain of rice in four days, and he was feverish. He regained consciousness after being fed medicine by the court physician, but Mo Chenfeng still wouldn't let him leave, forcing them to remain kneeling. Mo Liufang had been silent since entering the ancestral hall, his entire body radiating a sense of dejection.

Finally, Chu Qingmeng woke up on the fifth night.

"Sister Qingmeng!" Mo Wushuang was about to go back to his room to rest, but he saw Chu Qingmeng slowly opening her eyes.

Chu Qingmeng's eyes opened briefly before her brain began to think. She saw Mo Wushuang and was about to call out to her, but she found herself unable to make a sound. The slightest breath hurt her chest, and the vibrations from speaking only made the pain worse. The imperial physician came in, felt her pulse, and wiped the sweat from her face. "Congratulations, this young lady has made it through the most difficult time without any major problems. However, she can't speak or move for the time being. She needs two weeks of rest before she can slowly begin to move again."

Everyone who had heard the news felt relieved. Mo Liujin and Mo Liufang were also released from the ancestral hall. However, Mo Liufang was once again guarded in the courtyard by Mo Chenfeng's men, but this time he silently agreed. Mo Liujin ignored everything else and, supported by his servants, walked towards Chu Qingmeng with his hands and feet shaky.

"Qingmeng, how are you?" Mo Liujin looked at the weak Chu Qingmeng lying on the bed, and the guilt and heartache in his heart surged up again. He walked to the bedside and apologized in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

Chu Qingmeng just frowned and looked at him with disgust. Lost weight again? It's only been a few days since we last met? It's over, the perfect body in his mind is gone again. He slowly moved his fingers and poked Mo Liujin's waist. Wow, it's really just bones left. And this face? How did he lose weight? My super handsome boy...

Mo Liujin was at a loss for words when he noticed Chu Qingmeng's little trick. Even after being injured like this, she was still having lustful thoughts?! He didn't even listen to her apology. "Okay, the flesh will grow back. You take good care of yourself. I promise that when you can get out of bed, I will definitely return to my old self, okay?"

Chu Qingmeng's eyes suddenly lit up and he raised the corners of his mouth. He looked at Mo Liujin with satisfaction and used his eyes to indicate that he had forgiven him and told him to go back and rest. Mo Liujin was helped away by the servants, feeling both amused and helpless.

Half a month passed in a flash. Chu Qingmeng, recovering from her injuries, was now able to sit up slowly, but she still couldn't speak and her chest still hurt. So, she held a piece of charcoal in her hand and wrote down what she wanted to say on a piece of paper. Although the words were not 100% identical, Mo Wushuang could still understand the general meaning. The always cheerful Mo Wushuang tried to avoid telling jokes, fearing that her laughter would make her uncomfortable, and only said some random things.

As they were chatting, Mo Liujin walked in. His minor injuries had completely healed. After all, as a martial artist, his recovery ability was strong. Fearing that Chu Qingmeng would dislike him, he had been working hard to eat and gain weight these past few days. He never missed his daily exercise and would come here to see Chu Qingmeng after every workout.

Mo Wushuang laughed and stood up and walked out, leaving the two of them some space to spend time together. Mo Liujin sat on the bed and looked at Chu Qingmeng. Seeing her staring at him intently, he laughed out loud, "You really never forget to stare at me, do you?"

Chu Qingmeng wrinkled his nose and acted ferociously, writing, "Can't I see it? You are mine now, why can't I let you see it?"

Mo Liujin guessed the general meaning and shook his head helplessly, "You are really bold, which woman would dare to speak like you?!"

Chu Qingmeng rolled her eyes at him, put down her pen, and secretly touched his stomach. Huh? There are still abdominal muscles? Mo Liujin was startled by her action but didn't dare to move, for fear that if he dodged, her hand would miss and stretch it, and his chest would hurt again. But Mo Liujin's fearlessness fueled Chu Qingmeng's arrogance. After touching his stomach enough, she reached out to touch his waist. This time, Mo Liujin didn't dare to endure it anymore, for fear that she would continue to touch him. He hurriedly and carefully held her hand, picked it up and put it back, "Qingmeng, be honest."

Chu Qingmeng glared at him. Isn't this normal contact between a boyfriend and a girlfriend? Besides, she's a face lover and a muscle lover. The handsome guy sitting in front of her is her boyfriend. How could she not itch? Besides, even just touching his body through his clothes is not allowed? It's not like he's taking it off and touching it. Thinking of this, she snorted softly and wrote, "Can't I verify your promise?"

Mo Liujin was once again at a loss for words, "No. We haven't gotten married yet. It's okay for me to be a man, but it's not good for you."

Chu Qingmeng closed her eyes unhappily, clearly not wanting to look at him, but inwardly she was complaining endlessly, "Get married? Who wants to marry you? I don't have any intention of being a concubine! Just wait, I'll take you down sooner or later! Once I've eaten you up, I'll kick you out, humph! Then I'll be a rich man and have a few concubines! What kind of men are there?!"