Although the sleeping man was much thinner than in her memory, his weight was still beyond what Ye Wanmian, a woman, could bear.
She exerted all her strength to take off his upper - body clothes.
When her gaze fell on his body, Ye Wanmian couldn't help but be stunned.
The man had been in a long slumber and unable to move for a long time. His body was no longer as robust as before, but his shoulders were still broad and firm. There were still faint traces of lean muscles on his chest, abdomen, and arms. One could imagine how strong this body had been in the past.
Moreover, after being covered for such a long time, his already fair complexion became even colder and paler, like a piece of white jade emitting a glistening luster.
However, this piece of white jade was now full of flaws, covered with wounds. Some were scratched by gravel and branches, and some were obviously left by swords.
Although these wounds had scabbed and healed, they still looked shocking. One could imagine how perilous his experiences had been.
It was rumored that the crown prince had indeed been hunted down. After the assassins forced him to a cliff, he fell from the top and then disappeared. Presumably, these wounds were left at that time.
With so many wounds, how could he still be alive?
As Ye Wanmian stared, her fingers involuntarily reached out to touch the sword wound near his heart...
When Qi Wen walked into the room holding two wine jars, he saw Ye Wanmian undoing Xiao Jingcheng's collar, pulling open his clothes, and touching his chest intently.
"Hey!" Qi Wen was too embarrassed to look directly. He squinted one eye and said, "Mrs. Jiang, even if you've been a widow for a long time and are eager for a man, this is really too bold!"
Ye Wanmian was startled and quickly withdrew her hand. Her cheeks burned. She gave him a disgruntled look and said, "What are you thinking? I'm going to treat his illness."
But she felt inexplicably annoyed in her heart.
Why did she touch him just now? Well, she just wanted to check if his heart was still beating.
That's all.
Qi Wen murmured in his heart that what kind of illness required taking off the clothes and touching the body. It was obvious that Mrs. Jiang was just lustful. His eyes rolled, and he smiled meaningfully.
It seemed that Mrs. Jiang often read storybooks. This scene was like - a village woman saves the crown prince out of justice and then takes advantage of him!
Seeing his look of "I know, I understand, and I'm just watching you make up lies", Ye Wanmian was speechless. She said disgruntledly, "Where's the wine I asked for?"
"Here, here." Qi Wen handed over the wine, smiling so widely that the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears.
Ye Wanmian turned around, opened the wine jar, and a strong smell of alcohol hit her face.
Judging from the smell, this wine was quite strong, just what she needed.
Then she found two handkerchiefs, gave one to Qi Wen, and said seriously, "I'm really treating his illness. You sprinkle the wine on the handkerchief. Remember to soak the handkerchief, and then rub his body with me until he sweats."
Qi Wen said, "Got it, got it."
The two soaked the handkerchiefs with wine and then knelt on the bed, one on the left and the other on the right. Ye Wanmian cleared her throat and said, "I'll take care of the upper body. The lower body is up to you. I won't turn around."
After all, the other person was a man, and it was really inappropriate for her to deal with the lower body. Fortunately, Qi Wen was there to help. Although this guy Qi Wen clearly had the wrong idea.
Ye Wanmian was about to start rubbing with the handkerchief. Behind her, Qi Wen seemed to be doing something. He took a sharp breath and murmured something about being magnificent and amazing. Ye Wanmian instinctively wanted to turn around but managed to hold herself back.
"Do your job properly and don't talk nonsense!" she said angrily.
Qi Wen chuckled twice. "Don't worry, Mrs. Jiang. I know my limits."
The pungent wine covered Xiao Jingcheng's body. Ye Wanmian held the handkerchief and rubbed it back and forth on his body.
Her fingers inevitably slid across his skin. The slightly smooth and firm touch made Ye Wanmian's scalp tingle. Her fingers, perhaps because of the wine, also felt hot.
There was something wrong with her heart.
Ye Wanmian stopped, pressed her wildly beating heart, and felt a bit dizzy.
Was she drunk because she had smelled too much of the wine?
She shook her head and forced herself to concentrate on the task at hand.
After a while, Xiao Jingcheng's jade - like skin began to turn red. The wine seeped into his skin, making his body heat up.
Ye Wanmian rubbed with full concentration and was also sweating. She stopped to rest and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve.
She had no idea that the faint fragrance on her body was like a wisp of smoke, drifting into the nostrils of the sleeping Xiao Jingcheng.
"..."
Xiao Jingcheng, who seemed to be in a furnace, suddenly smelled a smell of alcohol in his nostrils.
This wine smelled very pungent and a bit choking. It was much inferior to the wine he had smelled and tasted before. And now the smell of alcohol surrounded him completely, as if someone had soaked him in a large wine barrel.
Then, he felt that the flames in the furnace below became much stronger. His body was unbearably hot, and a tearing pain spread all over his body. He couldn't help but bump around, trying to break and tear the invisible shackles that confined him.
Who on earth dared to trap him here!
The next moment, amidst the overwhelming smell of alcohol, there came a faint fragrance, like the white cherry blossoms in full bloom on the branches in spring, mixed with a bit of the fragrance of grass and sunlight. It smelled somewhat familiar...
He unconsciously stopped, and his restless mood and emotions were slightly calmed.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew from somewhere. He shivered and began to sweat profusely.
"He's sweating." Ye Wanmian looked up and saw beads of sweat on the man's forehead and nose, wetting the hair on his temples. She couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
It seemed that the method recorded in her master's medical book was effective.
This man had a cold. After taking the cold medicine, his fever still didn't subside. So external force was needed to expel the wind evil from his body. One had to wipe his whole body with strong liquor continuously until he was sweating all over.
After that, she and Qi Wen rubbed even more vigorously.
They rubbed until the two jars of wine were completely used up, and the person on the bed was completely soaked in sweat. His originally flushed face had returned to normal.
Ye Wanmian reached out and touched his forehead. The temperature had dropped. Although he hadn't fully recovered, it was just a matter of time.
She found another clean handkerchief and carefully wiped the sweat from his face and body to prevent him from catching a cold and the illness recurring.
When her palm slid across his chest, Ye Wanmian suddenly got a bold idea. While Qi Wen wasn't paying attention, she gave him a hard pinch.
This man had made her suffer so much. Taking a little revenge secretly wasn't too much, right?