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

Chapter 200 Miss, I'm Not Clean

Even among men, let alone women, none seem as delicate as her.

He moved closer to Wu Ziyan; the wound that the man had just inflicted was indeed quite deep.

He couldn't touch it, nor could he leave it untouched; the immediate priority was to bandage it and stop the bleeding.

Wu Ziyan was only thinking about Yunnan Baiyao when, lo and behold, it appeared in his sleeve.

This must be a reward automatically redeemed by the system, right? Great, great, there's even a bandage!

"Ziliang, help me take off my clothes, driver, please take your time."

Huang Ziliang felt that it was inappropriate for him to help her take off her clothes when they were alone in the car.

She was already married, and he himself... wasn't a clean person either.

"Don't just stand there! If I lose too much blood and pass out, you won't even be able to lift me up!"

"Miss...I...am not clean."

"Didn't wash your hands? That's okay. Take off your clothes first and apply the hemostatic medicine for me."

Coachman: ...Why did she become the coachman for the Fourth Prince's residence?!

"Miss……"

"Hurry up, it hurts so much, oh my god!"

"I can't tilt my head. I can feel the blood seeping out from inside, it's so cold. Really, I can't speak anymore."

There was no other way but to act expediently in urgent situations. Huang Ziliang originally wanted to close his eyes.

He took off her injured sleeve, but all he could feel was that it was wet.

With a little effort, Wu Ziyan cried out in pain.

He had no choice but to keep his eyes open, trying his best not to look at Wu Ziyan's face, and just stare intently at the bloody wound.

I gently took off her outer coat, but who knew that in this late autumn, she had worn several layers and it would take a while to take them off.

She was quite glad she wore those extra layers; otherwise, she might have been pierced through.

"Ziliang, shouldn't we let's not be so concerned about the differences between men and women at a time like this?"

"Hurry up and take it off. The hemostatic medicine is in the pocket of my clothes, and there's also a roll of cloth."

Huang Ziliang was puzzled. Why did she carry hemostatic medicine with her at all times? Besides, there were also bandages for bandaging.

He peeled off the layers of clothing like peeling an onion, leaving the other side hanging on his body.

This inevitably resulted in some exposure, but Huang Ziliang kept his eyes straight ahead, his hand searching for hemostatic medicine inside his sleeve.

He had never seen medicine powder contained in a brown glass container before.

There was also a roll of fabric made of a material I had never encountered before.

"Don't just spray it on the wound without looking at it! Spray it on the wound, spray a lot!"

The powder was rather cool, which might have a numbing effect.

Wu Ziyan felt less pain; ever since she got this buff, she felt her pain tolerance had improved.

But his lips were still pale, though thankfully the carriage was stable and there were no bumps.

They were traveling at a speed that could almost crush an ant.

Huang Ziliang was still wrapping bandages around her, layer by layer.

She felt as if she had no feeling in her other arm.

His only worry now is whether such a big hole will leave a scar.

"Miss, are you feeling better?"

"Ziliang, I've noticed that you don't seem to have many emotional fluctuations."

“I’m so badly injured, but you don’t seem to be able to tell from your expression.”

“I worry that showing it outwardly won’t help; it will only add to your troubles.”

Well, Wu Ziyan really wanted to give this emotionally stable man a thumbs up.

If he doesn't show it on his face, how can she notice his expression?

"Hiss..." Huang Ziliang pulled a little too hard when he pulled the bandage, which aggravated Wu Ziyan's wound.

When he looked up, he saw that Wu Ziyan's eyes were full of tears, and her eyes were red.

It's a bit like a wronged rabbit, a word of pity; he never intended to use it on a woman.

But now it seems that the person in front of me fits that description very well.

Huang Ziliang finished bandaging her wound and blew on it twice, saying, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Wu Ziyan: ?

What's with this unexpected cuteness? I'm afraid he'll say something like "I'm going to fly away in pain" next.

Huang Ziliang looked at her disheveled clothes, but he couldn't put them on her.

I could take off the fur-trimmed cloak I'm wearing and use it to cover her.

Huang Ziliang was about to take off his cloak when Wu Ziyan pressed his other hand down, saying, "No, I'm not cold."

Huang Ziliang wasn't worried about her being cold, but rather that her exposed skin wasn't in good condition.

But since she had already brought it up, he couldn't do anything further.

"Ziliang, I think you don't need to feel so much pressure. Even if you've taken your revenge, you can't be thinking about suicide, right?"

"I went to great lengths to save your life, and I noticed you didn't even try to dodge just now."

“Miss, I’ve thought about it. If I were to be reborn and appear by your side, I would definitely be a clean and innocent man.”

"You mind? Doesn't your family value men above all else? You still mind this?"

Huang Ziliang looked at her with a questioning gaze. Their family was indeed like that, but the world was not like that.

An ant cannot topple an elephant.

"But people will mind."

"That's because they don't understand."

"I was afraid Miss would mind."

"I don't mind at all, you're so smart, I'm too busy cherishing you and taking good care of you."

"Miss, you should watch your words."

Wu Ziyan thought Huang Ziliang was bothered by his somewhat rude speech.

However, she couldn't get too excited, because if she did, it would aggravate her wound and cause her severe pain.

Large beads of sweat dripped from her forehead, and Huang Ziliang took out his handkerchief and wiped them away.

"What I mean is, I'm not bound by those worldly constraints, and you don't need to care about what other people think."

"But a man's chastity is especially important. It doesn't matter if he shows his face in public, but that..."

The coachman outside kept an eye on the horses while listening intently to what was being said inside.

This is truly a great job for gossip enthusiasts, as she has access to the hottest breaking news.

It can be easily sold for a thousand taels of silver.

Her specialty was the bumpy ride method; she would randomly pick a pothole and bounce around, and the two people inside would always bump into each other.

Hmm! It came as expected, though there was a small crater, but the carriage wheel bounced around in it.

Wu Ziyan had no support and leaned towards Huang Ziliang.

In the past, he might have reached out to help her in this situation.

But now, with such a big hole in my shoulder, I dare not make a move.

He could only let Wu Ziyan lean over him.

Her face was resting against the crook of his neck, and her injured hand was completely useless.

But there was no romantic relationship between her and Huang Ziliang, at least not at this moment; she didn't want to.

"Um... could you lend me a hand and help me straighten up?"

How could Huang Ziliang possibly begin? Touching this side would hurt the wound, and touching that side might accidentally touch a place he shouldn't.

He paused for a moment, feeling that Wu Ziyan's face was burning hot.

He pressed his face against her ear, which was cool, and nestled close to her neck.