1370 He Should Have Controlled Himself A Little
Coming back to her senses, Lin Qingyuan hastily wiped her tears away with her sleeve and turned away from him sulkily. “That’s none of your business!”
“Is it really none of my business?” Long Xuan arched an eyebrow.
“Can you stop pestering me?” Lin Qingyuan snapped irritably.
This time, instead of getting angry, Long Xuan drew closer to her. Studying her with his black eyes, he asked gently, “Does it still hurt?”
Lin Qingyuan stared at him in astonishment.
Hearing Long Xuan speak to her so gently stirred a strange emotion in her, but she did not have time to dwell on it because of his question.
She blushed and averted her gaze without answering him.
However, Long Xuan understood her right away.
No wonder she was so grouchy today—it seemed that he had really worn her out last night.
He was indeed the one at fault—he should have controlled himself a little as it had been her first time.
With that thought in mind, he carried her to her room.
“I thought we were going to have breakfast with Mother.” Despite her anger, Lin Qingyuan had not forgotten what he had said earlier about having breakfast with his mother.
“Since you’re not feeling well, let’s not go there today. I’ll inform her later.”
“Oh.” Lin Qingyuan was unaccustomed to his sudden kindness.
After they had a simple breakfast together in the room, Long Xuan left.
Lin Qingyuan was indeed feeling a little under the weather, so she lay in bed and did not go anywhere.
She picked up a novella to pass the time.
Just when she had gotten to the most entertaining part, Long Xuan strode in.
Lin Qingyuan looked up at him in surprise, but she soon lowered her head and continued reading without saying a word.
Long Xuan approached the bedside, raising an eyebrow when he saw that she was doing some light reading. He sat down at the edge of the bed and said softly, “Move over here for a bit.”
“What’re you trying to do?” Lin Qingyuan eyed him warily.
Long Xuan regarded her for a moment, then suddenly got up and closed the doors.
Lin Qingyuan’s eyes widened as they darted from the closed doors to the man walking toward her, and she scooted further away from him. “You monster, what the hell are you trying to do?” He could not possibly be thinking of doing “that” during the daytime, could he…
The mere thought of it sent blood rushing to her face and made her body ache even more.
If they were to do it again, she would die.
Long Xuan furrowed his brow. “Lin Qingyuan, you’re the daughter of a noble family. Can you stop speaking so rudely?” Then, he added impatiently, “Hurry up and get over here!”
“Why should I listen to you?” Lin Qingyuan flattened herself against the wall, refusing to move.
“Because I’m your husband!” Long Xuan planted one knee firmly on the bed and dragged her to him.
Lin Qingyuan lashed out at him frantically. “B*stard, I can’t serve you when I’m not feeling well!”
Long Xuan caught her hand. Hearing what she said, he paused in confusion for a moment, then cocked an eyebrow at her. “What did you think I was trying to do?”
From his reaction, Lin Qingyuan realized that she had misunderstood him. Despite her mortification, she retorted, “How am I supposed to know that?”
“Be good and stay still. I’ll leave once I’ve helped you apply the medicine.” Long Xuan looked at her, his eyes downcast.
“What medicine?” Lin Qingyuan suddenly had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, Long Xuan gave her a significant look before pulling the covers off her with a flourish.
Lin Qingyuan shrieked and clutched her skirts to her. “I don’t need you to apply any medicine on me!”
At the sight of how flushed and apprehensive she was, Long Xuan’s lips quirked. With unusual patience, he coaxed her, “If you don’t apply medicine to that area, it won’t be able to heal. It’ll be even more embarrassing when it gets worse and you have to see a physician.”
1370 He Should Have Controlled Himself A Little
Coming back to her senses, Lin Qingyuan hastily wiped her tears away with her sleeve and turned away from him sulkily. “That’s none of your business!”
“Is it really none of my business?” Long Xuan arched an eyebrow.
“Can you stop pestering me?” Lin Qingyuan snapped irritably.
This time, instead of getting angry, Long Xuan drew closer to her. Studying her with his black eyes, he asked gently, “Does it still hurt?”
Lin Qingyuan stared at him in astonishment.
Hearing Long Xuan speak to her so gently stirred a strange emotion in her, but she did not have time to dwell on it because of his question.
She blushed and averted her gaze without answering him.
However, Long Xuan understood her right away.
No wonder she was so grouchy today—it seemed that he had really worn her out last night.
He was indeed the one at fault—he should have controlled himself a little as it had been her first time.
With that thought in mind, he carried her to her room.
“I thought we were going to have breakfast with Mother.” Despite her anger, Lin Qingyuan had not forgotten what he had said earlier about having breakfast with his mother.
“Since you’re not feeling well, let’s not go there today. I’ll inform her later.”
“Oh.” Lin Qingyuan was unaccustomed to his sudden kindness.
After they had a simple breakfast together in the room, Long Xuan left.
Lin Qingyuan was indeed feeling a little under the weather, so she lay in bed and did not go anywhere.
She picked up a novella to pass the time.
Just when she had gotten to the most entertaining part, Long Xuan strode in.
Lin Qingyuan looked up at him in surprise, but she soon lowered her head and continued reading without saying a word.
Long Xuan approached the bedside, raising an eyebrow when he saw that she was doing some light reading. He sat down at the edge of the bed and said softly, “Move over here for a bit.”
“What’re you trying to do?” Lin Qingyuan eyed him warily.
Long Xuan regarded her for a moment, then suddenly got up and closed the doors.
Lin Qingyuan’s eyes widened as they darted from the closed doors to the man walking toward her, and she scooted further away from him. “You monster, what the hell are you trying to do?” He could not possibly be thinking of doing “that” during the daytime, could he…
The mere thought of it sent blood rushing to her face and made her body ache even more.
If they were to do it again, she would die.
Long Xuan furrowed his brow. “Lin Qingyuan, you’re the daughter of a noble family. Can you stop speaking so rudely?” Then, he added impatiently, “Hurry up and get over here!”
“Why should I listen to you?” Lin Qingyuan flattened herself against the wall, refusing to move.
“Because I’m your husband!” Long Xuan planted one knee firmly on the bed and dragged her to him.
Lin Qingyuan lashed out at him frantically. “B*stard, I can’t serve you when I’m not feeling well!”
Long Xuan caught her hand. Hearing what she said, he paused in confusion for a moment, then cocked an eyebrow at her. “What did you think I was trying to do?”
From his reaction, Lin Qingyuan realized that she had misunderstood him. Despite her mortification, she retorted, “How am I supposed to know that?”
“Be good and stay still. I’ll leave once I’ve helped you apply the medicine.” Long Xuan looked at her, his eyes downcast.
“What medicine?” Lin Qingyuan suddenly had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, Long Xuan gave her a significant look before pulling the covers off her with a flourish.
Lin Qingyuan shrieked and clutched her skirts to her. “I don’t need you to apply any medicine on me!”
At the sight of how flushed and apprehensive she was, Long Xuan’s lips quirked. With unusual patience, he coaxed her, “If you don’t apply medicine to that area, it won’t be able to heal. It’ll be even more embarrassing when it gets worse and you have to see a physician.”
