He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

"Hands out."

Zhao Yang was forced to lean against the bed by Qu Yi, who placed his fingers on Qu Yi's wrist.

"When did you learn medicine, sister?" Zhao Yang asked.

"After Wei An left, I sent people to find some skilled doctors and learned some medicine from them."

"Are there any particularly good ones?"

"Yes." The next second, she slightly raised her eyes. "What, Wei An's arrival isn't enough, you want that too?"

"What am I supposed to do here? I was thinking that if those people are powerful, my sister can come and stay by my side if she studies well."

Qu Yi was speechless; this person was really shameless.

"He's not exactly a great talent, but he's good at one thing. However, he's not interested in medicine; he prefers making poisons."

"Oh?"

"Xiao Huan thought he was good-looking and assumed his face was a mask she made herself. So she went to tear off his face at night and scared him half to death."

Good-looking?

Zhao Yang narrowed his eyes: "How is it good-looking?"

Qu Yi: "It's alright, passable."

Zhao Yang: "Compared to me?"

Qu Yi paused for a moment, then asked, "Why compare yourself to him?"

"It's been a long time since we last met, and a lot has happened that I don't know about. I feel a little uneasy."

"No need."

"Why?"

Qu Yi didn't want to answer his questions anymore, and continued taking his pulse with her eyes lowered: "You're disturbing my pulse taking."

Zhao Yang looked down at her face, the candlelight flickering and casting swaying shadows on her features.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on his lips.

He looks a bit roguish.

Qu Yi felt the pulse under her fingertips stop beating. She pressed her hand tightly against his wrist, looked up, and met a pair of eyes that held a hidden smile.

"elder sister……"

"Calling names."

"I've always called you that, why are you changing it now? Could it be... that you have another younger brother?"

What is this mess?

Qu Yi remained silent, but a cold glint flashed in Zhao Yang's eyes: "Really?"

"I don't understand what you're saying." Qu Yi grabbed his wrist and tried to pull away.

“Then that’s it.” Zhao Yang didn’t need her answer. He knew her too well; her reaction was enough for him to find out the truth.

Then he grinned, his face beaming.

A man's heart is like a needle in the sea.

Qu Yi was too lazy to pay attention to his emotional changes.

This person has always been like this, unpredictable.

This wasn't the first time Qu Yi had slept with Zhao Yang, and she fell asleep quickly; she was quite tired from her journey.

But Zhao Yang was different.

Wei Ancai said today that he had taken too much tonic and was too hot-tempered. This afternoon, he was so hot-tempered that he had a nosebleed. Now that his beloved is sleeping peacefully in his bed and in his arms, how can he possibly sleep?

After the candles inside the tent were extinguished, he stared at her for a long time in the light streaming in from outside, his calloused fingertips tracing her forehead, the bridge of her nose, the tip of her nose, her lips…

He paused, took a deep breath, and withdrew his mischievous hand.

The next morning, Qu Yi sensed Zhao Yang getting out of bed. Her thick, curled eyelashes fluttered twice, and she half-opened her eyes.

“Zhao Yang…”

The person who was not fully awake spoke in a soft tone, like a murmur or a delirium.

Zhao Yang's heart softened instantly, and he said gently, "Sleep a little longer. I'll go check on the training ground and bring you something delicious when I get back."

When Zhao Yang returned, Qu Yi had already finished washing up. The basin of water he had prepared before leaving had spilled halfway on the ground. He raised an eyebrow, just about to ask Qu Yi when she started liking to play in the water, when he saw the tip of Qu Yi's tail swaying on her shoulder.

The color looks familiar.

"Why did you bring this thing with you?"

Taking advantage of its unpreparedness, Zhao Yang grabbed its tail and lifted it up.

Qu Yi: "It wants to come."

The food Zhao Yang brought back for Qu Yi was indeed quite delicious, but the taste of the food was rather familiar.

It was Zhao Yang's craftsmanship.

"You cooked?"

"Yes, it shocked the entire military camp."

"I'm fine with anything, I'm not picky."

“I’ll try my best to create conditions that you can criticize.” He continued with a smile, “Besides, if they knew you were the one who delivered supplies to the military camp twice, they’d probably be eager to pack me up and send me to you.”