They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 130 Excessive Possessiveness Can Cause Injuries

She was completely embarrassed. Yes, she was such a womanizer. She bit her lip, not knowing how to explain.

Yue'er stepped forward to take the bags and packages, knowing that the atmosphere was practically a battlefield.

"Does your abdomen still hurt?"

Seeing an opportunity to back down, Wu Ziyan clutched his stomach. The pain came on suddenly, and he frowned, biting his lip to pretend to be serious.

"It hurts, it hurts so much."

Fang Yuerong knew Han Yuxiu's place in her heart, so why bother with such things? She would just use the same advice she used to give Han Yuxiu to convince herself that "being too possessive will only hurt yourself."

"Master, I'm going back to my room now. You should get some rest. We're setting off early tomorrow morning, so you should go to sleep early. Yu Xiu, you should too, get some rest early."

"Humph!"

He remained expressionless as he returned to his room with Yue'er, who asked gossipy, "Young master, how was your day?"

"not bad."

"No, I don't have that."

"well?"

"Oh my, my young master, it's just holding hands or touching each other, you're really clueless."

"No."

Yue'er looked at him with disappointment. She put the bundle down and wanted to open it to see what was inside, but Fang Yuerong stopped her. After all, it was Wu Ziyan's stuff, and he had no interest in opening it again.

While complaining of stomach pain, Wu Ziyan sat down next to Han Yuxiu, looking at him with a very aggrieved expression.

"You deserve to be in so much pain." He was still angry and his words were very vicious.

"If it hurts me to death, won't you feel bad?" She blinked at him, her expression serious, as if she were asking him earnestly.

"Pah! With me here, I won't let you die in pain."

She braced herself against the table, trying to stand up and go back to her room, but then pretended her leg went numb and veered towards Han Yuxiu.

Han Yuxiu's words were sharp, but his actions betrayed him. He supported her with both hands, but his expression remained cold: "When you go out with me and Lingchuan's husband, why are you never dressed up this nicely?"

"Am I pretty?" She was really shameless, completely ignoring Han Yuxiu's angry tone.

Although Han Yuxiu was angry, he still nodded when she asked. She was indeed beautiful. He had never thought that those handsome women were beautiful before. Her small, short figure with soft features was more in line with his aesthetic.

"Then I'll trouble you, Dr. Han, please take me back to my room." Her hand was already on Han Yuxiu's arm; she was just that shameless.

He wanted to shake her off, but he was afraid that Wu Ziyan would fall to the ground if she didn't hit the ground properly, so he had no choice but to help her into the room.

This time, Han Yuxiu didn't linger and prepared to leave. Wu Ziyan looked pitiful and said, "My stomach hurts."

"I'll go make you some herbal medicine right now, you lie down." There's just no way to deal with her.

After a while, the herbal medicine was served to her. Wu Ziyan was already sleepy at this point, and she supported her forehead with her hand, trying to stay awake.

"Drink it and then go to sleep."

"Won't you feed me like you did last time?" She asked, her eyes still heavy with sleep, as if in a dream.

His hand trembled as he held the bowl in retirement, as if recalling that feeling again. He thought of her returning with Fang Yuerong, her hair adorned with flowers, and a bitter feeling welled up inside him.

"I have hands and feet, I'll drink it myself!"

No, feed me.

The tingling sound was irresistible, but this time he didn't overstep his bounds. He simply took the spoon, blew on it, and fed her.

Wu Ziyan took a sip and shook her head: "The taste is wrong."

Han Yuxiu did add two ginseng slices, but he didn't expect her tongue to be so sensitive. Just as he was about to explain, he felt a cool sensation on his lips and two hands on his neck. One hand hooked the back of his head, making it impossible for him to dodge.

The taste in her mouth was that of medicinal soup, bitter yet slightly sweet. Han Yuxiu didn't close her eyes; in fact, she seemed quite intoxicated by it.

"This is more like it." Wu Ziyan let go of him, but Han Yuxiu was a fiery temper that couldn't be flirted with. He held her tightly and finally stood up and walked to the bedside.

However, Han Yuxiu's hands felt worse than Fang Yuerong's; he was just an ordinary young scholar with little flesh on his chest.

He groped haphazardly inside her clothes, and Han Yuxiu's kiss seemed to carry a hint of revenge, not gentle at all, but rather like a demand.

Wu Ziyan's legs suddenly gave way and he sat down on the bed. How did he end up on the bed in such a daze? Suddenly, he felt a sharp, bloating sensation in his abdomen, like a tap that had been turned on. The feeling was indescribable.

"Yu Xiu, Yu Xiu!" Wu Ziyan pushed him away, but he cried out with red eyes, "Why did you push me away?"

"No, I... I want to change my sanitary pad!" It's getting so intense right now, I'm afraid it won't be able to hold it in.

Auntie? Towel? He didn't understand why these two things would be combined. Wu Ziyan also had a sense of shame, so he told him to turn his back and stand up to change.

After changing, she couldn't continue the intense scenes from before, so she just lay on the bed with Han Yuxiu lying beside her.

By then, those emotions were gone from his mind. After calming down, he began to wonder what sanitary napkins were.

Seeing his curious expression, Wu Ziyan took out one, which was perfect for him to study. Of course, when it came to making things, he still had to go back and see Changsun Boyu.

"How is this different from the menstrual pads you use?"

"It won't leak."

He opened it and looked at it, thinking it was ingeniously made and truly a blessing for women. However, he didn't ask where it came from. This woman in front of him had too many secrets, and he would probably need a lifetime to understand them all.

"I'm really sleepy. Do you want to go back to sleep or sleep here?"

"I'd better go back to sleep. After all, you haven't married me with a grand wedding procession yet, you..."

"Do you have any other questions?"

"Would you marry him too?" The "him" he was referring to was Fang Yuerong. Wu Ziyan didn't know how to answer him. He wouldn't believe her if she said it wasn't her initiative.

Seeing that she didn't answer was the best answer. In fact, he already had a decision in his heart. With so many outstanding people around her, what was he?

He took the bowl out and gently closed the door. Wu Ziyan felt like she wasn't human; she liked everyone.

She liked this jealous and arrogant type, she also liked Fang Yuerong, who was like a brother, and she also liked Chu Qiu, who was a fiercely protective man who didn't talk much...

This is truly an endless debt of romantic entanglements. Oh well, time to sleep.

Meanwhile, Xiao Rong, in order to show his sincerity in cooperating, has already arranged for assassins to be on their way.

We've got both melee and ranged fighters; even if we can't kill her, we'll at least cripple her.

Mo Baiyun and Chu Qiu also learned of the news one after another. Mo Baiyun had to stay in the capital and couldn't go anywhere, but Chu Qiu could, as he was Wu Ziyan's nominal bodyguard.

As Xiao Rong's assassins set off, he also packed his bags and departed with the trusted men arranged by Mo Baiyun.

He wants to see her.

He rode at breakneck speed, ostensibly to separate from the guards, but in reality, he simply wanted to see Wu Ziyan more quickly in the open.