Let's talk about intimate things

  In his dreams, he had seen her countless times using the dagger he gave her to stab into her own heart, no matter how hysterically he shouted, she seemed to be deaf and blind, desperately ending her life.

  She didn't know if he knew she was crying like a child in her dreams. If she saw him, it would be too embarrassing.

  He quietly looked at her, her face had regained its usual rosy complexion, snow-white and delicate, her fingers were slender and dexterous, her nails were neat and pink, he also only knew a few days ago that she was the daughter of a scholarly family.

  Her eyelashes were long and curved, setting off her eyes like a clear spring, bright and captivating.

  She is like a masterpiece from heaven, a perfect work of art.

  He had never scrutinized her so carefully before, she was so quiet and elegant, not needing anyone's appreciation or praise, freely blooming with her own beauty, she shouldn't have belonged to any man.

  He couldn't bear to disturb her, as if opening his mouth would desecrate this quiet and beauty.

  Half a time later, Zhang finally completed the needlework in her hand, raised her head and looked at Zhen Ming with a bitter gaze, suddenly stunned, and a red glow quietly flew onto her cheeks.

  "Are you awake?" she said softly.

  He stared blankly at her.

  She realized he had been staring at her for a long time, his face getting redder and redder, not daring to look at him, slightly flustered, stood up and asked: "Do you want to drink water? Dr. Sun said that after sleeping for so long and bleeding so much, you must be very thirsty when you wake up."

  Zhen Ming nodded slightly.

  Zhang poured water and brought it in front of him. Zhen Ming struggled to sit up, his whole body aching as if pierced by needles. Only then did he discover that his body was wrapped in white gauze, bandaged like a mummy.

  His hand couldn't be lifted, and he could only drink by being fed by Zhang. He didn't expect to receive such treatment, and as he looked at her gentle movements and delicate face, he suddenly felt that if his hand was broken like this, it wouldn't be bad either.

  "How long have I slept?"

  "It's been three days."

  Zhen Ming's bitter expression relaxed slightly as she opened her mouth, wanting to ask many questions, but ultimately only managed to say: "Are you okay?"

  Zhang shook his head gently.

  "Where is this?"

  "Dugu's Uncle's Home."

  Zhen Ming let out a sigh of relief and asked: "You just said Sun Langzhong, was it him who helped me bandage my wound? Are they all right?"

  "Ah, Xing Er and Huan Er are also here. They were captured by the Salt Gang, but Dugu Bo rescued them. They're both worried about you. I'll go call them in..."

  Zhen Ming Su grasped her hand and said, "Wait, I want to talk to you."

  Zhang's body trembled slightly, she turned around and sat down, lowering her head, her pretty face flushing red, softly saying: "What are you talking about?"

  She hesitated for a moment, intending to say "let's talk intimately", but fearing it would be too abrupt, she asked instead: "Did you help me hide my phone?"

  "Alright."

  "But whatever you do, don't tell anyone else, or I'll be in trouble. You know the saying 'to possess a treasure is to invite calamity', this treasure of mine is my lifeblood, if it's lost, I won't be able to go home."

  Zhang heard this and raised his head, a hint of tension flashing in his eyes: "Are you going home?"

  She had heard him say before that his hometown was very, very far away and could only be returned by taking a very special means of transportation. This thing called a mobile phone was the key to this means of transportation, and once he went back, he might never come back again.

  Zhen Ming said with a bitter expression, looking at her: "As long as you're here, I won't leave."

  Zhang didn't dare look him in the eye and softly said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Whether or not you go home has nothing to do with me."

  She knew that Zhen was thin-skinned and couldn't bear to pressure her too much, so she smiled and changed the subject: "By the way, I haven't thanked your Uncle Du Gu yet. Last time we met in a hurry and I fainted before I could get a good look at him. At first glance, I thought he was Zhang Fei."

  Zhang covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "Dugu Bobo is a wise and brave veteran of two dynasties, with literary talent and military strategy unmatched by anyone. As the pillar country, Right Garrison General, he's not that kind of rough and rash man who only has courage but no brains. If he hears you say this about him, he'll definitely give you a good scolding."

  At this time, a knock at the door was heard outside, and Xing Er's voice came from outside: "Sister Zhang, who are you talking to? Is Brother Zhen awake? I brought your breakfast."

  Xing Er and Huan Er pushed open the door, carrying steaming hot dishes, just in time to see Zhang Shi's face flush with embarrassment as she quickly withdrew her hand from Zhen Ming Su's. Xing Er saw that Zhen Ming Su was already awake, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes, before he coldly snorted: "Still have the energy to bully Sister Zhang, looks like you're not badly hurt after all!"

  Zhen Ming glared at her: "You didn't come early, you didn't come late, but you had to burst in at the most critical moment. Sooner or later, I'll find someone to deal with you!"

  "Hmph, I'm not afraid of you guys! You think I'm as easy to bully as Zhang sister?"

  "Bad apricot kernel, I didn't provoke you!" Zhang Shi scolded.

  Xing'er walked to the bedside, pulled Zhang Shi up, and pushed her to sit down at the dinner table. With a stern face, she said: "It's precisely women like you who are foolish and have spoiled these bad men. They think we women are easy to bully and that without them, we can't survive. They think they can ride roughshod over us and take advantage of us. If it were me, I would have kicked such a man far away long ago! And yet, he still dares to cling to you shamelessly, trying to take advantage of the situation. Don't even get me started! You didn't eat a single bite of food yesterday, and your father-in-law said he's already fine. Why do you insist on guarding his bedside, waiting for him to wake up? Do you think you're made of iron, that just by staring at him, you can fill your belly? He's not some kind of delicious pastry! Hurry up and eat!"

  As for arguing, Zhang was no match for Xing'er's sharp tongue. Under Xing'er's half-forced persuasion, he took the bowl and chopsticks she handed over, turned his head to glance at Zhen Mingxiu, and hesitated not to move his chopsticks.

  "Mind your own business first, Father said his current injury can only be treated with some porridge and water. I'll go to the kitchen to cook some porridge for him later. You're really hopeless, can't you have some dignity? He must be secretly pleased to see you so worried about him that you've lost your appetite!"

  "Alright, good apricot, can't I eat it?"

  For this clever and quick-witted Xing Er, Zhen Ming was afraid to provoke her, and remained silent like a cicada in winter. Huan Er found it amusing and said with a smile: "Zhen Gege, do you know that when you were unconscious, you kept crying out for Zhang Jiejie's name?"

  Zhen Ming was taken aback by the words and stood still for a moment, then turned his head to take another look at Zhang Shi, who was eating with gusto, her face growing redder and redder, and knew that what Huan'er said was true.

  Xing'er sneered coldly: "This little trick can deceive Zhang sister, who is such a foolish woman, but it can't deceive me. Is there any man in this world who would cry and call out so intimately for a woman? It's nauseating! He must have known that Zhang sister was nearby, so he deliberately put on this show of crocodile tears. Zhang sister, don't blame me for not warning you, this kind of person is the most treacherous! If you believe him, he will swallow you whole and won't even spit out your bones!"