Chapter 16 Wife, my head hurts.

Shang Youqing walked in and took a look at the arm he stretched out. There was indeed a mosquito bite on it, and the surrounding skin had some serious redness and swelling.

It was normal to have many mosquitoes in the deep forest. What Shang Youqing didn't expect was that the head of the He family was so proud and delicate that his skin would be allergic to a mosquito bite.

Fortunately, she had just gone through the wooden box where the old lady kept her medicine and there was a Chinese herbal ointment specially used for this. She told He Cong, "Don't scratch it first," and turned around to find the ointment.

Back in the house, she asked He Cong to put his arm on the wooden cabinet next to the bed. She lowered her face slightly, squeezed a bean-sized amount of ointment and applied it on the bite wound of He Cong, and reminded him again not to scratch it anymore.

He Cong stared dazedly at Shang Youqing's lowered cheek, her softly parted lips, his gaze shifting downwards to the reddened patch of arm where her fingertips had rubbed it.

Finally, his gaze darkened as he addressed the bite wound, concluding, "Tomorrow, the mosquito species will be wiped out of the world."

Shang Youqing paused, looking up at him: "...Are you losing your mind so quickly from the fever?"

He Cong's expression remained calm: "I'm quite lucid."

Unfortunately, the old lady didn't have any fever-reducing medicine, so Shang Youqing could only wring out a wet towel to cool him down physically. Perhaps the high fever had eroded his consciousness, and soon, He Cong finally lost his composure.

Shang Youqing watched him lie down obediently on his side with the towel draped over him. Just as he was about to turn to leave, his dangling arm accidentally brushed against a black rope on the wooden cabinet, causing the Buddha amulet on the rope to sway and fall.

Seeing the amulet about to fall to the ground, Shang Youqing quickly caught it.

The amulet fell into her palm, heavy and carrying the rich and cold aroma of woody sandalwood.

Shang Youqing stared at the engraved patterns on the amulet. Somewhere in her chest, which had been sealed off, vibrated faintly for no reason. An inexplicable emotion surged up, causing her to stretch out her fingertips and gently rub it once or twice.

But before she could confirm anything, the next second, a hand with scorching heat reached out from behind her, exerting force with its joints, and snatched the amulet from her hand unexpectedly, accompanied by a warning that was almost harsh and cold - "

Who allowed you to touch it?"

Shang Youqing turned around and met He Cong's gloomy gaze. He used a clean handkerchief to repeatedly wipe away the traces of her touch on the amulet, as if his amulet had been deliberately defiled and soiled by her.

Shang Youqing didn't want to argue with the feverish patient, so she simply explained, "I accidentally touched the black rope just now. I reached out to catch it because I was afraid it would fall."

He Cong snorted coldly, looking completely unconvinced. He continued to polish his precious amulet, as if he had already regarded her as a heinous criminal.

"..."

Seeing this, Shang Youqing didn't bother to intervene anymore and walked out.

It happened that the old lady came over from the house on the other side of the yard shivering in the rain with an umbrella. Shang Youqing opened the door of the outer room and reached out to support the old lady, "What's wrong, grandma?"

The rain was pouring outside. The old lady pointed in the direction of the kitchen and said to her loudly, "Oh, Xiao Shang, the rain is too heavy this time. The kitchen is leaking! I'll come and get a wooden bucket to collect water!" "

Grandma, let me help you."

Shang Youqing picked up several wooden barrels on the ground at the door, and went back to the kitchen with the old lady. They moved some noodles and other things under the leaking location to a safe place, and placed the wooden barrels one by one at the leaking points to collect water.

After doing all this, Shang Youqing walked around the house again to check, and only spoke to comfort her after confirming that everything was correct: "Grandma, there shouldn't be any leaks elsewhere."

The grandma said, "Ah," and patted her chest, "Thanks so much to you, Xiao Shang."

It was obvious that the grandma was frightened. When Shang Youqing took her back to the house, the grandma was still muttering, "It hasn't rained this hard in years." Shang Youqing asked the grandma to come out and call her if anything happened, and she would stay in the big house.

Guessing that the rain wouldn't stop for a while, Shang Youqing moved the rattan chair from the outer room to the window and lay down, covering herself with only the thin blanket that the grandma had brought her. As the rain pounded against the window sill outside, she gradually closed her eyes in drowsiness.

Until the second half of the night, the heavy rain did not subside.

The thunder continued to rumble uninterruptedly. After an unknown amount of time, He Cong, who had fallen into a coma on the bed in the inner room, suddenly opened his eyes.

He Cong sat on the bed for a moment, then stood up and pushed open the door to the inner room. He walked

mechanically with heavy steps on his long legs to the rattan chair by the window. His eyes, as deep as ink, drooped down, staring intently at Shang Youqing who was sleeping on the rattan chair.

After a long while, he slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand to push the blanket on Shang Youqing's body to her chest, then obediently put his head on her thin and soft belly, buried his hot breath in her, and gently hugged her waist.

Shang Youqing was almost immediately awakened by this scorching breath.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that the blanket that should have covered her stomach was piled messily on her chest, and He Cong, who had warned and disliked her not long ago, was now hugging her waist, almost trying to bury his hot face into the hem of her skirt.

His mind went blank for a moment, and Shang Youqing reacted immediately. He raised his hand and pushed the person away, "Mr. He?"

He Cong's upper body shook slightly, but he did not get up. Instead, he took her hand and placed it on his forehead, his thin pale lips opening and closing, "Wife, my head hurts."

Shang Youqing: "..."

No need to ask, he was clearly sleepwalking again.

Shang Youqing pulled her hand back and tried to get up from the rattan chair, but He Cong's entire body was squatted against his legs, making it impossible to push him away, not giving her the chance to leave. Shang Youqing said coldly, "Get out of the way."

He Cong blinked slowly, then grabbed her wrist as she tried to push him away again, hugged her tighter, and said, "No."

"Mr. He, please wake up. I'm not your wife, I'm Shang Youqing."

"No, I'm your wife." As if with emotion, He Cong bit the palm of her hand that she had just pulled away from her palm and was about to push his head away. His hot lips and teeth pressed down hard, and he reiterated stubbornly, "You are not allowed to push me away, my wife, you are not allowed to."

"..."

Forget it, no matter how much she said to a human being in a sleepwalking state, it would be useless.

Shang Youqing had only restrained herself from kicking him because she saw that He Cong had a serious back injury and a high fever.

Now seeing that he not only refused to stop but also went further and bit someone, Shang Youqing, no matter how good her temper was, could not tolerate his repeated presumption. So

, almost at the moment when he bit the palm of her hand and carefully extended his tongue to lick the inside of her wrist, without thinking, she raised her leg and kicked him hard in the chest.