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

Chapter 118 Drinking It This Way

Fang Yuerong knew that Han Yuxiu was also resting in his room. He asked the people in the shop which room he was in, and went over without even knocking. He pushed the door open and shouted, "Something terrible has happened! Wu Ziyan has been poisoned and is probably injured. She's lost a lot of blood!"

Upon hearing Fang Yuerong's words, Han Yuxiu stood up abruptly, his pupils wide with shock. He could hardly believe it; they had only been apart for a short while, and she was already poisoned and injured!

Where is she now?

"It's in the room, go check it out!"

The anxiety in Fang Yuerong's tone seemed genuine. Han Yuxiu, carrying his all-purpose medicine box, followed Fang Yuerong out of the house and into the room.

Wu Ziyan was now painfully lifting the cumbersome robes and tying them into a knot.

She was still cursing as she tidied up, and when the two of them opened the door, they saw her with her legs half-open in a horse stance, holding a white strip of paper in her hand, which was stuck between her trousers.

All three blushed. Wu Ziyan wanted to disappear into the ground. Didn't these two knock before coming in?

Now they roughly understand what she is doing. Han Yu glanced at Fang Yuerong, whose eyes were full of doubt. What is she doing?

"What are you two still doing standing at the door? Either come in or get out!"

Both of them chose to come in and close the door, but they didn't know where to look. Wu Ziyan pulled up his pants; he was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely and had no strength left.

"You two, get me some clean clothes. Yu Xiu, you should know I'm just on my period, right?"

Han Yuxiu turned his head and snorted. He thought to himself that he was alright and that he wasn't poisoned. But he had never seen a woman suffer so much during her period. Perhaps it was because he hadn't seen many women.

"You have been overworking lately, which has caused a deficiency of qi and blood, hence your pale complexion, cold sweats, and cold hands and feet."

"If you know that, then why don't you get me something to nourish myself?"

"Young Master Fang, please get her some thicker, warmer, and drier clothes. Make sure her abdomen doesn't get cold, otherwise it will be bad for childbirth later!"

Fang Yuerong: ?

[What serious illness could it be that would negatively impact production? What were they just talking about!]

"Go quickly, I'll go downstairs to the kitchen to make you some ginger and brown sugar water. I might have to go back to get the rest of the medicinal herbs."

The tension in his back eased. He had thought she had really been poisoned. Judging from her reaction just now, she seemed to be in a lot of pain.

Fang Yuerong went to get some thick clothes, and Wu Ziyan started taking off her outer clothes in front of him. She thought Fang Yuerong wouldn't be embarrassed, but unexpectedly, he turned his face away when she took off her clothes.

After changing into clean clothes, she felt much better. It turns out the system had a sanitary napkin option. She had been using menstrual belts for the past two months, which had been terrible for her. She was practically unable to move for those few days. Now she could run around and be active again.

Just as she thought of this, another sharp pain shot through her abdomen, making her wince in agony. Fang Yuerong poured her a glass of water, but she couldn't drink it.

"What's wrong with you? Is this your period? Do you get it every month?"

"Don't you know, you also have an older sister?"

He shook his head. He didn't have a good relationship with his family, so how could he possibly know such private matters?

"I'm sorry, I forgot you don't get along with your family. But it doesn't hurt like this every month, and it doesn't happen every month. Sometimes it doesn't happen for two months!"

"What did Yu Xiu just say about affecting fertility?"

"What are you worried about? Do you want to have my baby?" Wu Ziyan had regained some strength and started joking with him.

"What if?" he replied with a serious expression, which puzzled Wu Ziyan. If everyone wanted to have a child with her, she wasn't a pig!

She remained silent, lying on the bed clutching the corner of the blanket. In Fang Yuerong's eyes, she looked like a quail. Fang Yuerong found her somewhat cute and leaned closer to look at her.

Her eyes darted away; this was when she looked most haggard and emotional. Fang Yuerong reached out and ruffled her hair.

Some people pushed open the door and carried in medicine, just in time to see this scene. Their hands trembled slightly as they held the trays, and then they placed the trays heavily on the table.

"I'm checking if she has a fever," Fang Yuerong said with a straight face, making up some nonsense.

"Does she have a fever?" Han Yuxiu asked sarcastically. Fang Yuerong shook her head. "No, she's just feeling cold. You take care of her. I need to go check on His Highness."

He stood up from Wu Ziyan's side, left, walked to Han Yuxiu's side, and whispered, "Being too possessive may end up hurting yourself."

He clenched his fists, and he knew it all too well, but he still sat down on the edge of the bed with the bowl in his hand, his face flushing involuntarily, perhaps recalling that scene again.

Wu Ziyan saw through his little scheme and licked her lips, teasingly saying, "I don't want to drink, you feed me."

"You, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"I'm so weak now, I probably can't even lift my hands. It's really tough. My Yu Xiu, please feed me."

Han Yuxiu brought the bowl to his lips, took a small sip, closed his eyes, and with a sense of resignation, moved closer to Wu Ziyan.

At this moment, she was completely powerless and could only let him do as he pleased. [Wait! I didn't mean that kind of "feeding"!] She was still somewhat resistant.

However, after just one sip, Han Yuxiu released Wu Ziyan, his face still slightly flushed: "Now you can drink it obediently, right?"

Wu Ziyan bit her lip and murmured an "Mmm" as Han Yuxiu fed her spoonful by spoonful.

She didn't know what kind of magic pill he put in the medicine, but when she drank it, she felt a warm current flowing through her stomach, which did relieve her pain and restored some color to her face.

"You can't touch cold water or drink cold drinks today, understand?"

"I didn't expect you to be so caring. I'm so lucky!" She truly believed it from the bottom of her heart. She took his hand and placed it on her chest, her eyes clear and innocent, filled with pure joy. "Your hands are so warm. Can you move them a little lower?"

"Don't tease me." He quickly pulled his hand back, but Wu Ziyan pulled his hand back and placed it on her abdomen: "It's warm and comfortable like this."

However, she could feel that Han Yuxiu's hand was very stiff, which was physical contact with his skin.

As waves of warmth entered her body, Wu Ziyan felt sleepy. She closed her eyes, her mind became hazy, and she slowly fell asleep.

Seeing that her breathing was steady, Han Yuxiu slowly withdrew his hand from her body, but her hand grabbed his hand again, and she was making smacking noises, so it was hard to tell whether she was awake or asleep.