After putting the injured woman back into bed and covering her with the quilt, Luo Ziling ignored her angry gaze and ran out of the room to prepare breakfast.
While preparing breakfast, the image of the woman's lower body occasionally flashed before his eyes, the strong stimulation making it impossible for his body's impulses to calm down. In the end, he could only recite the "Soup Head Song Jue" to shift his thoughts to those dry matters, and only then did his body's reaction subside.
About half an hour later, Luo Ziling came in with a bowl of steaming rice porridge and a few steamed buns.
"Time for breakfast," Luo Ziling said as he placed the porridge and steamed buns on a side table, preparing to help the woman sit up.
"I can do it myself," the woman said firmly, glaring at Luo Ziling and propping herself up with her hands, preparing to get up.
But the sharp pain that came from her chest when it was pulled made her lose most of her strength, and in the end, it was Luo Ziling who lent a hand and helped her sit up.
After sitting up against the two pillows Luo Ziling had stuffed behind her, the woman raised her left hand and tidied her messy hair.
Once her hair was brushed aside, her delicate face was revealed.
After a night's sleep, most of the sickly pallor on the woman's face had disappeared, and her complexion was a bit rosy.
The rosy cheeks gave off a dazzling and untouchable aura, and Luo Ziling stared in a daze.
Although he knew the woman was beautiful since yesterday, seeing her awake today made Luo Ziling feel he had underestimated her beauty.
However, her beauty still wasn't comparable to the woman in a photo Luo Ziling cherished.
The woman in the photo was the most beautiful woman Luo Ziling had ever seen, without exception.
Of course, he hadn't seen many women, and many were only seen on television, not real.
He just subconsciously believed that there was no one more beautiful than the woman in the photo.
If the woman in the photo could score a hundred points, then the woman in front of him could score at least ninety.
Seeing Luo Ziling's somewhat dazed look, the woman glared at him with a hint of annoyance, and Luo Ziling quickly collected himself and stepped forward to help.
The woman's wound on her chest was closer to the right side, and her right hand still hurt a bit when she moved.
Of course, this was her luck, if the wound had been on the left chest, she might already be dead.
"I'll do it myself," the woman pointed to the bowl of porridge, signaling Luo Ziling to place it in front of her.
"Let me feed you. Your injury is quite serious, you need to be careful. I'll check your wound later and change the dressing," Luo Ziling said with a very natural smile, sat on the bed with the bowl of porridge, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and brought it to the woman's mouth.
After hesitating for a moment, the woman opened her mouth and began to eat.
"I made the steamed buns and porridge," Luo Ziling said as if seeking credit, his lips slightly upturned as he spoke.
The woman just glanced at him and said nothing, which hurt Luo Ziling a bit.
A man who can cook like this, would it kill a woman to compliment him a couple of times?
Not understanding romance at all!
The woman had a good appetite, and in the blink of an eye, a bowl of porridge and four steamed buns were gone.
After cleaning up the bowls and dishes, Luo Ziling, carrying a medicine box and other items, walked to the bed and signaled the woman to lie down: "I'm going to change your dressing."
The woman stared at Luo Ziling with wide eyes, but eventually obediently lay down.
He first checked the woman's leg wound.
Amidst the woman's stiff body, Luo Ziling took off the pants she was wearing.
The tempting sight once again strongly stimulated her nerves, and with the woman fully conscious, Luo Ziling didn't dare to defile her in any way. He took a towel to cover her private area, then untied the bandage, gently removing the medicine applied yesterday.
While doing these actions, he could clearly feel the woman's body tensing up.
Fortunately, the woman was very cooperative and didn't move around.
Luo Ziling carefully cleaned the wound, disinfected it, then applied new medicine and rewrapped the bandage.
"The wound on your leg is healing quite well, better than I expected," Luo Ziling said softly to the woman, his face flushed, then lifted the quilt, ready to treat the wound on her chest.
The woman had closed her eyes while Luo Ziling was treating her leg wound.
Hearing him say this, she slightly opened her eyes to look, then quickly closed them again and nodded gently.
Luo Ziling had her lie flat, then lifted her clothes.
The woman's flat abdomen, without an ounce of excess fat, and the chest that dazzled Luo Ziling were once again exposed to the air.
But Luo Ziling had completely discarded any stray thoughts and focused solely on treating her wound and changing the dressing.
But even with his mind focused, the inevitable contact between their bodies during the process still occurred.
Seeing with his eyes and touching the sensitive parts of the woman's body with his hands made not only the woman tense but also accelerated Luo Ziling's heartbeat and breathing.
After finally treating the woman's wound and changing the dressing, Luo Ziling was sweating profusely again.
The woman's forehead and body were also sweaty, but throughout the process, she kept her eyes closed, at least Luo Ziling didn't notice her opening them.
"You're all sweaty, do you want to wipe it off?" Luo Ziling asked softly.
The woman thought for a moment, then opened her eyes and eventually shook her head.
Luo Ziling followed her wishes and clumsily helped her put on her clothes and pants.
While helping her dress, he saw her body's beauty again and couldn't avoid the contact of skin on skin.
Luo Ziling could clearly feel the woman's body stiffen, and his hands couldn't help but tremble.
After dressing the woman, Luo Ziling felt like he had broken out in a sweat again, embarrassingly so.
Seeing the woman's face also covered in sweat, Luo Ziling thought for a moment, then took a towel, dampened it with warm water, and wiped the sweat from her face and neck. The woman didn't resist, letting Luo Ziling wipe her down.
"Get some more sleep, and I'll wake you up for lunch," he instructed gently after wiping her down, stood up, and added, "In a couple of days, the wound should be completely scabbed over. You have a strong body, and if nothing unexpected happens, you should be able to walk in a week, and you'll probably be mostly recovered in half a month."
The woman didn't speak, just opened her eyes and gave Luo Ziling a look.
That look was complex, definitely not the kind Luo Ziling liked.
Soon, the woman fell asleep again, and Luo Ziling didn't go out to gather herbs as usual but read in the yard instead.
It wasn't until around three o'clock in the afternoon that the woman woke up.
"Your clothes are dry, and I've mended the torn spots for you. Change into them later," Luo Ziling pointed to a stack of clothes by the bed, hesitated for a moment, then reminded her, "For the convenience of changing the dressing, don't wear the chest... that thing just yet!"
Poor little virgin, his face naturally turned red when he mentioned the woman's bra.
The woman didn't say anything, just gave Luo Ziling a look.
Just like at breakfast, Luo Ziling helped the woman sit up and fed her porridge and medicine.
After finishing the porridge and medicine, the woman wanted to go to the bathroom again.
This time Luo Ziling quickly understood her meaning, didn't say anything, and directly carried her to the bathroom.
"Can you tell me your name?" Luo Ziling asked softly while carrying the woman to the bathroom.
The woman didn't answer, just glared at him with a piercing gaze.
That look made Luo Ziling shiver, sensing a faint murderous intent, and he almost dropped the woman in his arms to the ground.
"Never mind if you don't want to say," he muttered.
"Lin Lan!" Just as Luo Ziling was carrying the woman into the bathroom, she blurted out two words.
"What?" Luo Ziling was stunned for a moment, he hadn't heard her clearly because she spoke too fast.
The woman closed her mouth again, her face cold.
Luo Ziling didn't dare to ask again, nor did he want to ask anything more, and simply placed her on the toilet.
But after thinking about it, he picked her up again, didn't say a word, and helped her take off her pants.
As Luo Ziling pulled down her pants, he saw her enticing buttocks again.
"Big butt, bearing sons," a phrase often on the lips of old women in the village, suddenly popped into his mind.