You're like an enigma

  Zhen Ming's heart almost skipped a beat when he heard the words, and he let out a sigh: "I can't even take medicine with my eyes closed."

  Zhang became increasingly embarrassed and lowered his head without saying another word.

  "Alright, take off your clothes and cover yourself with the quilt, exposing only the wound. I'll apply the medicine then. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."

  Zhang hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.

  Zhen's fate was bitter, and he turned his back. Before long, the sound of rustling clothes came from behind him, followed by Zhang's slightly shy voice: "Young Master Zhen, I'm ready."

  Zhen Ming turned around, only to see Zhang Shi had already taken off her clothes and was lying down with her eyes closed. A quilt covered her body, half-concealing and half-revealing her snow-white chest. Her flushed cheeks and rapid breathing made her appear weak and vulnerable, as if she could be manipulated at will. Especially that one leg, smooth and white like jade, exposed in the air, tender and alluring.

  This woman has what it takes to drive men crazy.

  From the moment she rescued him from the river, to their reunion in Luoyang City, and then coincidentally running into her again when she was being framed by Pei Qian's brothers, it seemed as if there was a force at work, pushing her step by step towards his side.

  He shook his head, throwing out all the unfounded thoughts in his mind, smoothing out his thoughts and walking to the bedside to sit down.

  He lifted her legs and gently placed them on his own, Zhang's body trembled.

  Her legs were as white as porcelain, with beautiful and plump lines, without a single excess flesh, it was obvious that they had been fully tempered by long-term standing, and under the candlelight, they flashed a tempting light and shadow effect, like a piece of exquisite artwork.

  Zhenning's bitter and strong self-control, suppressing the wandering thoughts in his heart, dared not look more, like an old monk entering meditation, concentrating his spirit, carefully and cautiously peeling off the gauze on her wound layer by layer, revealing the wound that had just been soaked in warm springs, exceptionally red and tender.

  He dipped a cotton swab in liquor and gently wiped away the bloodstains around the wound. Every time he touched her, the muscles on her thigh would twitch, and her toes would tense up.

  "To distract her, he casually chatted with her: 'Don't be so tense, I haven't even given you the injection yet, is it really that painful? I thought you were a strong and brave woman, didn't expect you to be afraid of pain.'"

  Zhang opened her eyes and looked at him, with a hint of annoyance in her eyes, as if to say "If you weren't the one who got hurt, you'd be saying that!"

  Just then, Zhen Ming took advantage of her distraction and quickly applied the golden wound medicine to her.

  With a pained cry, Zhang's body jerked up, her hands tightly grasping Zhen Ming's arm, her fingernails digging deep into his flesh.

  ……

  "You're like a cat! You pounce on people as soon as you see them!"

  Looking at the ten deep fingernail marks on his arm, Zhen Ming was furious and resentful. This was already the second time he had been injured while treating her wounds.

  After applying the medicine to her, this woman didn't even say thank you, nor did she apologize for scratching his arm earlier, as if he was supposed to be a punching bag for her to vent her pain.

  He applied medicine to the wound on his arm and it was indeed very painful.

  Luckily she didn't scratch her face, otherwise he would really have no face to go out and see people.

  After finishing the medicine, he was about to turn around and leave when he heard her softly calling him from behind. He turned around and asked irritably, "What's wrong again?"

  "Can you stay and talk with me for a bit? I still can't sleep."

  Her tone was pleading, like a little girl who clings to someone to tell her bedtime stories.

  She spoke softly, and the distress that had originally arisen from her and Li Jing suddenly became insignificant. She stopped in her tracks, somewhat disgruntled, and returned to the room, sitting down on the bed.

  Zhang's face turned red and she said: "Can't you sit over there?"

  Zhen Ming's face sank: "You think I'm dirty? I don't like it either! If you're not willing, then forget it. It's as if I begged you to stay."

  Saying so, he made a gesture of leaving, seeing that Zhang's wife didn't utter a word to retain him, and said: "Am I really leaving?"

  He says so with his mouth, but his butt is stuck on the bed and doesn't move at all, as if he has no intention of leaving.

  Zhang obviously saw through his tricks, pursed her lips and didn't say a word, her face red as the clouds.

  Zhen Ming let out a sigh and said sourly, "What are you talking about? I'm not like your heroic brother Jing Gege, who knows the heavens and the earth, has the hearts of the common people in his chest, and is concerned with the fate of all living things. I'm just an ordinary person, I love to brag, I love to look at beautiful women, I love to watch lowbrow shows, I don't know how to talk about elegant topics. Are you looking for someone to talk to? Maybe you've got the wrong person. Why don't I go find your brother Jing Gege for you? Brother Jing, Brother Jing, where are you?"

  Later on, Zhen Ming's voice became sharp and ear-piercing, imitating Zhang Shi's tone, her voice was so shrill that it could shatter glass.

  Zhang listened and couldn't help but burst out laughing, saying: "Who's that exaggerated! Jing Ge is a straightforward and generous person, a man of great character, why does he sound like a fame-seeking hypocrite when you say it?"

  Zhen Ming bitterly said: "Alas, you've started maintaining other people's dignity. You've only known him for a short while, how can you be sure he's a hero? Take a look at me, what do I look like?"

  Zhang suddenly fell silent, staring at Zhen Mingxu for a long time, until he looked so suspicious that he wondered if there were flowers on his face. Then, with a serious expression, he said: "You're like an enigma."

  Zhen Ming was taken aback, and said: "What do you mean I'm like a riddle? Don't I always tell you about my affairs? Is it that you didn't listen to me? It's just me being foolishly chatty with you, but you've been ignoring me all along. To me, Zhang Laobanniang is more like a riddle."

  Zhang looked at him with a distant gaze, "I don't know which sentence you said is true and which one is false. You're always so serious when you deceive people, I really can't tell them apart. Every word that Jing Gege says, I know it's from his heart. If I don't respond with sincerity, I'd be too sorry for his genuine feelings."

  Life is bitter and hard to speak out.

  What she said was reasonable and well-founded, every sentence was true.

  It's a pity that every time he designs to harm people, she almost sees it, and perhaps in her mind, he is a synonym for sinister and cunning.

  If things go on like this, even strangers may be more trustworthy than him in her heart.

  He stared at her, and suddenly a strong uncontrollable thought surged up, he abruptly grabbed her hand, stretched it into his chest clothes, and let her somewhat chilly small hand press on his scorching chest.

  Zhang was taken aback by his sudden movement, her face flushing red as she stared at him in confusion. Gradually, the intense heartbeat on his chest transmitted from her palm to her heart, the scorching sensation carrying a unique rhythm, surprisingly so full of vitality, the pounding heartbeat seemed to infect her heart, also starting to beat fiercely. "If you don't know whether what I'm saying is true or false, just touch my heart, and you'll know if I'm telling the truth or not. Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you."