Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

Hearing this, Lin Qingyuan stared daggers at him.

It was dreadfully embarrassing to be wounded in that very specific part.

Nevertheless, it was all thanks to this man.

Why was he only showing concern for her now?

However, she could not deny the discomfort she was feeling right now. It was a burning sensation that made it difficult for her to even sit.

It was better to treat it early than to let it worsen and be forced to see a physician.

Fighting back her embarrassment, she held out a hand to him. "I can do it myself. Give me the medicine and get out."

"You can do it yourself?" Long Xuan eyed her incredulously.

Lin Qingyuan blushed. "That's none of your business. I can always ask Bai He to help me." She would ask anyone but him.

Hearing that she wanted Bai He to help her, Long Xuan frowned. "I'm your husband; it's more appropriate to let me do it than an outsider. Besides…" He trailed off, leaving his sentence unfinished.

"Besides what?" Lin Qingyuan wanted to know.

"Besides…" Long Xuan suddenly planted a hand on one side of her pillow, and while her attention was drawn to him, applied the medicine on her swiftly.

Lin Qingyuan froze and stared at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. The next instant, her face turned as red as a tomato.

Long Xuan was sweating heavily.

He had thought that applying medicine would be a simple task—he had overestimated his self-control.

His eyes darkened as his gaze fell on her face. Without warning, he lowered his head and captured her lips.

Fifteen minutes later, Long Xuan emerged from the room, drenched in sweat.

It was a chilly day, yet he was sweating profusely.

Without lingering, he returned to his courtyard and took a cold bath.

Lin Qingyuan was in no better state either. When Long Xuan's footsteps had faded into the distance, she pulled the covers to her and wrapped herself in them tightly, trembling all the while.

…

After that incident, Long Xuan started avoiding her, seemingly on purpose. She had visited his mother in her courtyard and had had several meals with her, but there had been no sign of Long Xuan at all.

Feeling bored, she went to the palace to hang out with Lu Liangwei.

Chu Jiu, Long Qingzhi, and Wanyan Zhi happened to be visiting the palace as well.

It was a beautiful spring day, and they went to the imperial garden to admire the flowers and have tea.

A cloth had been spread out on the grass, on which the Prince and Princesses—who had just learned how to crawl—amused themselves.

Yaoyao and Ji'er crawled around happily, but Long Yin refused to budge.

He sat in place and quietly watched his two sisters as they played.

Wanyan Zhi sat down next to him and asked him, "Why don't you join them?"

Long Yin's eyes flickered at him. He opened his mouth to say something, but he had not learned how to talk yet, so he gave up and merely shook his head.

Wanyan Zhi thought for a moment and said, "You want to learn how to walk?"

Long Yin nodded.

"I'll hold on to you." Wanyan Zhi reached out to help him up. However, due to his young age and lack of experience, he teetered slightly when helping Yin'er up, which sent both of them falling onto the grass again.

"Yin'er, are you hurt?" Wanyan Zhi immediately scrambled to his feet and helped Yin'er up from the ground before the nannies rushed over.

Long Yin did not burst into tears—he merely glanced at him.

Seeing this, Wanyan Zhi heaved a sigh of relief as he did not seem to be hurt.

However, after this incident, Long Yin refused his help.

His cousin was too young and small to assist him.

While the children were playing merrily on the grass, Lu Liangwei and the others were sitting nearby and having tea.

Lu Liangwei's heart had thumped when she saw Long Yin fall, but she did not go over to him.