Quick Transmigration: Seducing the Villain, the Delicate Beauty Becomes His Darling

"Brother Lin Yuan, did you not take your medicine properly? Why is your face so pale?"

"It's none of your business. It's better if you're dead."

“I’m going to take care of it,” she said seriously. “There are plenty of medicines at home. I won’t let you die.”

Shen Linyuan paused slightly, looking at her with suppressed emotion.

Why does she have the right to always keep him from dying?

Taking the little orange cat from his hands, Song Yunzhi pulled him inside, saying, "Don't lean against the window, or someone will find you."

Shen Linyuan was like a puppet on a string, letting her pull him into the house.

The woman's boudoir seemed to be filled with fragrance, and every corner was exquisite and cozy.

"Brother Lin Yuan, where do you feel unwell? I'll go find you some medicine." Song Yunzhi waved her hand in front of his eyes, her smile sweet.

His injuries were severe; it had taken a lot of effort for him to even get out of the palace.

Shen Linyuan swayed slightly, then grabbed her wrist, "Miss Song..."

Everything went black before his eyes, and he fell towards her with his eyes closed.

"Brother Lin Yuan!" Song Yunzhi quickly caught him, and the two almost fell to the ground together.

She dragged him towards her bed and reached out to touch his forehead.

It's getting hot.

She lowered the bed curtains to block the view, called for Zhucui to fetch cold water, and had someone bring medicine.

"Young lady, are you injured somewhere?"

"It's nothing, just a scratch." Song Yunzhi sent Zhu Cui away and went over to lock the door.

Shen Linyuan opened his eyes in a daze and saw her anxiously leaning over and placing a damp handkerchief on his forehead.

His lips twitched slightly, then he closed his eyes again.

It's been a long time since anyone has taken care of him like this.

He turned his head away, and a single tear fell silently onto the pillow.

"Brother Lin Yuan, are you injured somewhere again?" Song Yunzhi reached out and turned his head to face him, looking at him with bright eyes.

Her eyes were so clear and pure that no one dared to touch them.

A faint floral fragrance filled the air, much like her own scent. Drowsiness washed over him, and he uncontrollably closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Song Yunzhi pinched his cheek and tentatively called out, "Brother Lin Yuan?"

Once the drug has put the person to sleep, it will be easier to administer the medication.

She lowered her head, reached out and unbuttoned his shirt. What came into view was fair and strong skin, not as weak and thin as he looked. He even had muscles when you pinched him.

You can't just watch it for nothing.

Song Yunzhi didn't hesitate to wipe off the oil, and then applied the medicine to him.

The wound on his chest had almost healed, so he shouldn't be this weak. Song Yunzhi subconsciously looked at his legs.

She had only unzipped her pants halfway when she quickly got off the bed, walked to the window, and opened it. "Shadow!"

"Miss Song, how did you know I was here?" A shadowy figure flew down from the eaves, looking rather guilty.

"Does your master have any other injuries?" Song Yunzhi asked directly.

"Yes, I was beaten thirty times again today, I'm suffering terribly." Shadow sighed, feigning a worried expression. "My master was thinking of your birthday, so he forced himself to come."

Song Yunzhi was immediately moved and handed him the ointment, saying, "This is medicine for treating external injuries. Thank you for your help."

"Miss Song, you can't help my master..."

An Ying paused, then, remembering that Shen Linyuan's injury was to his buttocks, quickly slapped his forehead. "Okay, okay, I'll go right now."

Good heavens, he almost let someone see his master's backside.

The shadowy figure emerged shortly after, and seeing the person at the door peering anxiously into the room, he began to lie through his teeth, “Miss Song, the master was just calling your name.”

Song Yunzhi went inside immediately.

Shadow looked up at the sky, his hands behind his back.

Shen Linyuan's injuries were severe; Song Yunzhi knew this even without seeing him.

The man was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his body was burning hot, yet he kept saying he was cold.

Song Yunzhi covered him with an extra blanket, but it didn't help. In the end, she simply lay down in the blanket herself and hugged him.

The man's hot arms and chest pressed against her, instantly pulling her close. His chin gently rubbed against the top of her head, and he would occasionally raise his hand to rub her head.

Song Yunzhi glared at him; he was treating her like a cat.

At dawn, when the first rays of sunlight shone through the window into the woman's boudoir, Shen Linyuan woke up.

The warmth in my arms felt both real and somewhat unreal.

He looked down and saw the woman's unguarded sleeping face; she was beautiful, yet also clumsy.

Selling it would probably help people count their money.

Her body was soft and delicate, like a little kitten, and her head rested on his arm without any weight.

Seeing her move her head, his face immediately tightened and his expression became serious.

Song Yunzhi opened her eyes, raised her hand to touch his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's not hot anymore."

"Brother Lin Yuan, does your wound still hurt?"

"Song Yunzhi, you just let men into your house so casually!" he said coldly.

"No, you are the first."

The woman's eyes sparkled, hinting at a hint of emotion.

Realizing something, Shen Linyuan's expression grew even colder. "Don't think about things you shouldn't."

He's such a filthy person, she shouldn't even think about him, he doesn't deserve it.

Song Yunzhi froze, lowered her eyes, and sat up. "Okay, I'll go out and call someone to bring some food over."

She opened the door and ran out, leaving Shen Linyuan momentarily stunned.

Did he say something wrong?

When Song Yunzhi returned, the house was empty except for a kitten meowing.

She bent down, picked up the cat, and asked someone to bring warm water to wipe its paws.

The kitten nestled obediently into her arms, being very affectionate.

Song Yunzhi couldn't help but laugh, rubbing the cat's head, "Much more obedient than your owner."

In the Eastern Palace, Shadow knelt on the ground, not daring to utter a sound for a long time.

"Who do you belong to?"

"My lord, I am naturally your man."

"What were you doing last night? I was unconscious and you didn't make a sound!" Shen Linyuan was furious. He had just found out that someone had applied medicine to him, so he naturally assumed it was Song Yunzhi.

Wouldn't that mean that the little girl saw things she shouldn't have seen?

“It was Master who kept holding onto Miss Song’s hand and said she was cold and wanted to be held.” An Ying felt wronged and continued, “Master, you don’t usually faint when you’re beaten. I thought you wanted to stay on purpose, so I didn’t dare to disturb you.”

Now look what's happened, he's treating his good intentions like dirt?

"..."

Seeing that Shen Linyuan was in the wrong, An Ying became more assertive, "Master, how could you say such things to Miss Song this morning? She must be heartbroken. She was already worried and cried last night, and then you scolded her this morning."

"..."

Shen Linyuan remained silent for a day, while the shadow silently flew to the roof beam and waited there.

That night, Shen Linyuan had a dream.

In his dream, Song Yunzhi kept crying, and he couldn't comfort her no matter what he did.

The little girl cried her eyes out, her large, watery eyes looking at him with a wronged expression, as if he had done something heinous.

He felt a tightness in his chest, and roughly pulled her into his arms, coldly ordering her not to cry. But she cried even harder, and his heart was in turmoil because of her tears.

The final image gradually blurred; he lowered his head and kissed her at some point, their clothes becoming disheveled, leaving only the woman's soft, pleading voice...