On the bed, Yan Xiu leaned lazily against the headboard, the Dragon Robe loosely draped on him, the belt hanging loose, revealing glimpses of his wheat-colored skin.
Li Yuyu spotted those attention-grabbing abs, and quickly stepped to the bedside, clutching the tray in her hand, not daring to put it down.
She feared she wouldn’t be able to control her eager little hands that wanted to touch those abs.
Yan Xiu naturally noticed Li Yuyu’s desperately concealed expression, and his lips curled into a half-smile as he adjusted his posture.
Hiss!
The Dragon Robe couldn’t cover it anymore, the area of exposed abs became larger!
Hiss, want to touch! Want to touch!
Li Yuyu swallowed, her hand clutching the tray continuously tightened, she couldn’t hold back, just look at this seductive physique, look at that sturdy little waist, she can! She’s too irresistible!
"Didn’t my beloved concubine say she wanted to help me apply medicine," Yan Xiu said with a devilish grin, "Where’s the medicine?"
Li Yuyu chuckled sweetly, "Isn’t this exactly what I’m holding?"
She lowered her head to look at the tray in her hand, her smile paused momentarily, her eyes blinking as she said, "Ah, look at my memory, please don’t blame me, Emperor."
She placed the tray down, sat beside Yan Xiu, and looked up at him.
Yan Xiu raised an eyebrow, "What is my beloved concubine looking at?"
"Emperor, I’m thinking, why is the Emperor so good-looking, bewitching me into a daze, almost forgetting to check the injuries first." After speaking, Li Yuyu finally extended her long-suppressed devilish hand, swallowing as she reached into Yan Xiu’s Dragon Robe.
Yan Xiu’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbed before he spoke, "Has my beloved concubine seen clearly?"
"Not yet, I need to take another look, whether the injury is on the waist, or the chest..." Li Yuyu’s hand first landed on Yan Xiu’s lower back, her fingers uncontrollably squeezed it.
So, so firm!
Li Yuyu squeezed several times and then wanted to move up to feel the chest muscles.
Yan Xiu’s phoenix eyes smiled as he gently restrained Li Yuyu’s hand, "Beloved concubine, isn’t my wound at the waist?"
Li Yuyu: ...
Oh, can’t keep touching, better get back to business.
Li Yuyu cleared her throat, "Emperor, bear with it, I’ll help apply the medicine."
She got up and took a few jars from the cabinet, applying the ointment to Yan Xiu’s slightly bruised skin, all the while eagerly eyeing his chest muscles.
Yan Xiu side-lay comfortably, squinting his eyes in a pretend nap.
"Emperor, let me wrap your wound so that the inner clothes won’t stick," Li Yuyu withdrew her hand, picked up the strip of cloth from the tray, and discovered it was double-layered.
Huh?
The ancients really could use just about any strip to wrap a wound; the things for the Emperor are so refined, even embroidery on the bandage, and inside... is it cotton?
Better take out the cotton, it’s summer after all, don’t let it cause a rash.
These cotton bandages absorb blood well; in TV shows with sword injuries and such, using this kind of bandage would definitely work great because it can absorb blood.
Wait a minute, absorb blood?
Li Yuyu’s motion of taking out the cotton froze, she picked up the cotton strip to look it over again, and three slightly unfamiliar words popped into her mind: monthly cloth strip.
...
No way, right?
Yan Xiu saw Li Yuyu hadn’t moved for a long time, slowly opened his eyes, and observed the little concubine by the bed staring at the oddly shaped strip in her hand, revealing a complex expression.
"What’s this, my beloved concubine?" Yan Xiu raised an eyebrow.
Li Yuyu quickly moved the monthly cloth behind her and tucked it into her sleeve, saying while doing so, "I wasn’t planning on using the monthly cloth to wrap the Emperor’s wound."
Yan Xiu: !
Li Yuyu: ...oh! She’s dead!