roccoschili Chapter 193 Where to go
Chapter 193 Where to go
Chapter 193
"How is it? Are you feeling better?" Ye Yunzhou said, reaching out to hold Luo Shuiyao's arm and helping her up.
Luo Shuiyao shifted her legs slightly. Although the numbness had subsided a little, the burning pain was still there. She shook her head slightly, frowning, "It still hurts a lot."
As she spoke, she took two steps with difficulty, holding Ye Yunzhou's hand, her posture quite awkward. She was furious and said angrily, "Didn't you say you wanted to hug me before?"
Seeing this, Ye Yunzhou couldn't help but laugh and quickly responded: "Okay, okay, it's my fault."
After saying that, he leaned over, one hand firmly wrapped around Luo Shuiyao's waist, the other hand gently hooked her knee, and picked her up sideways. His movements were careful to avoid her private parts and to avoid pulling the wound with excessive movements.
Luo Shuiyao had never been held like this before. The accusations that had come out of her mouth in anger vanished instantly, leaving her curled up stiffly in Ye Yunzhou's arms. Remembering her own unreasonable behavior, she felt her cheeks burning, the heat intensifying.
Ye Yunzhou seemed completely unaware as he held Luo Shuiyao in his arms as they walked straight out of the racecourse. Luo Shuiyao, with her head buried deep in his embrace, was completely oblivious to the smile that filled Ye Yunzhou's eyes, a smile that seemed to overflow like a spring on a spring day, ready to burst forth at any moment.
Luo Shuiyao nestled in his arms like a quail for a long moment, finally convincing herself mentally: she was injured, not intentional, and there was nothing to be ashamed of. Finally convincing herself, she tilted her head back slightly and caught a glimpse of Ye Yunzhou's sharply defined chin. She pursed her lips, feeling a dryness in her throat.
Ye Yunzhou noticed her gaze and looked down at her. Luo Shuiyao, who was caught red-handed, had a flash of embarrassment in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it and asked, "Where are you taking me now?"
Ye Yunzhou's voice was still extremely gentle, and he responded softly: "I'll take you back now..."
But before he could finish his words, Luo Shuiyao interrupted him urgently: "No... No, it's already so late, and my leg is injured. If you send me back like this, I'm afraid it will attract a lot of gossip."
Ye Yunzhou's arms around her tightened slightly, but soon relaxed again. He then stopped, lowered his eyes to look at her, and asked softly, "What do you want?"
Luo Shuiyao thought for a moment and then said, "Do you have a spare room here? Could you help me arrange it and then find my maid to accompany me? If there is really no other way, then I will stay here tonight and go back tomorrow when I feel better."
Ye Yunzhou looked at her calmly, and after a long while, he responded softly, then carried Luo Shuiyao towards his yard. Luo Shuiyao wanted to ask: Why did you bring me to your yard? But when she looked up at his face, she swallowed the words on her lips and didn't dare to ask.
Ye Yunzhou carried Luo Shuiyao to his room and gently placed her on the bed. Without a word, he turned and went to the cabinet next to him to search. After a while, he brought a medicine bottle to her and said, "This medicine can reduce swelling and relieve pain. I'll arrange for someone to find your maid. You can apply the medicine yourself first."
Luo Shuiyao hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out to take the medicine bottle, lowered her head and whispered, "Thank you." After that, she no longer looked up at him.
She wasn't timid, but the man usually had a warm and gentle expression towards her, rarely showing such a cold look, so this change made her feel terrified. She also understood that her previous words probably angered him, but she also had her own difficulties and really didn't want others to implicate them in any unwarranted relationship.
In ancient times, women valued their reputation more than their lives. She thought that if someone saw her being carried back to the villa by him, they would definitely make up stories and spread the news. If the news reached the ears of the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery and his wife, the troubles that followed would probably snowball and become increasingly difficult to deal with.
After careful consideration, she decided that staying here was a good compromise. With the bustling business going on back at the villa, no one would notice her absence. Even if Steward Liu asked about it, she could easily get away with it by making up a few excuses and making excuses.
Looking at the people here, most of them were retired soldiers, with strict discipline ingrained in their bones and very tight-lipped. They probably wouldn't gossip or talk nonsense, putting her at unnecessary risk to her reputation. After weighing the pros and cons, she mustered the courage to ask him to stay overnight, hoping that after this night, everything would be quietly settled without any disturbance.
Looking at the doors and windows that had been carefully closed by Ye Yunzhou, she hesitated for a long time, and finally could not help but want to see how badly her legs were injured.
Ye Yunzhou's bed had no curtains or anything like that to hide it, so she had to turn her back and, struggling to remove her trousers, lift her skirt. The moment the fabric brushed against her skin, it felt like a sharp sting. She gasped in pain, her eyes instinctively reddening. She gritted her teeth, enduring the pain, and finally managed to pull her pants off.
The skin on both sides of her legs was red and swollen, even broken in several places. It was a horrible sight. Seeing this, she couldn't help but be shocked and filled with regret. She had never imagined that riding a horse could actually cause such a bruise on her legs! Ultimately, it was all her fault for being so absorbed in the joy of riding that she hadn't noticed the discomfort in her legs.
There was no point in feeling upset. She picked up the medicine bottle Ye Yunzhou had placed beside her and unscrewed the lid. Inside was a milky white ointment. She sniffed it closely, and a refreshing, medicinal aroma filled her nostrils. She scooped up some ointment with her finger and gently applied it to the wound. The moment it touched her, the wound instantly burned with pain, a mixture of cold and tingling spreading across her.
She grimaced in pain, but remained patient, carefully applying the ointment drop by drop. Glancing at the pants next to her, she gave up trying them on. The skirt was long and wide, and she figured Chun Xing would definitely bring a new dress when she arrived. Besides, she had just applied the ointment, and if she put them on now, the ointment might get rubbed off, which would ruin all her efforts.
She gently pulled up the hem of her skirt, which was like a thick curtain, covering her legs layer by layer. In this way, others could not tell whether she was wearing pants or not.