Chapter 222: Chapter 222

Because it was morning, he was pressing something indescribable against her.

Shu’er blushed and blinked, looking at Tang Zan, only to find he was also looking down at her.

Moreover, she realized the distance between her and Tang Zan was getting closer and closer.

Just as she thought Tang Zan was going to kiss her, he buried his head in her neck.

His breath was filled with Shu’er’s scent.

Fragrant, soft, and inhaling such a scent made one’s heart absolutely melt.

His hand instinctively held Shu’er tighter, not letting go.

Shu’er pushed him a little, then heard Tang Zan’s deep breathing.

Did he fall asleep again?

Shu’er relaxed her body.

She waited until Tang Zan’s body softened and was sure he was asleep. Only then did she gently push him to the side.

Without Tang Zan’s weight, she finally got a moment of leisure, and her breathing became much smoother.

Shu’er got up and stretched lazily.

After being with Tang Zan for so long, she finally felt completely comfortable.

The fatigue of these past few days had disappeared without a trace.

The meals these days had been too bland, and since it was her turn to rest, she wanted to make something for herself to eat.

She made a simple stove inside the tent, found some rice and a few potatoes and radishes in Tang Zan’s tent, and started cooking there.

She also took some dried sausage from her bag and made a potato and sausage rice dish.

By the time the aroma spread, Shu’er noticed that batch after batch of soldiers had passed by outside the tent.

Some soldiers even stood outside the tent and didn’t leave.

Unbeknownst to her, Tang Zan had sat up and was quietly watching her.

Shu’er remembered their contact that morning and her cheeks reddened a little.

She coughed lightly, "After you freshen up, you can eat."

After Tang Zan washed up, he had the rice dish with Shu’er.

The familiar delicious taste was completely different from what Granny Zhang made.

Tang Zan, who usually could only eat one bowl, ended up having three before stopping.

After the meal, when Shu’er was about to leave, Tang Zan held her hand.

The skin on her hand’s back was smooth and tender, and he unconsciously caressed it.

Shu’er turned to look at Tang Zan, her peach blossom eyes full of confusion.

Tang Zan looked quietly into her eyes, then took out a jade ring and put it on Shu’er’s thumb.

This jade ring was entirely emerald green, of excellent quality, but as soon as it was placed on her thumb, it slipped off because Shu’er’s fingers were too slender.

Tang Zan’s eyes turned cold, and he took out a red string to secure it, then moved closer to Shu’er.

It felt utterly mismatched for Tang Zan to do such a thing, making Shu’er feel as if he intended to strangle her with the red string.

But considering Tang Zan’s martial skills, if he wanted to strangle her, why go to such lengths?

He stopped in front of her, lifted Shu’er’s long hair, and slipped it onto her neck.

Although it was a swift action, Shu’er felt it was incredibly slow.

The atmosphere of male hormones surrounding Tang Zan enveloped her, along with the cold sandalwood scent, which made Shu’er feel dizzy and muddled, unable to think.

Unbeknownst to her, a blush crept onto her cheeks.

When Tang Zan left, he unconsciously pinched Shu’er’s cheek; this appearance of hers was indeed rare.

And Shu’er’s gaze was completely captivated by the ring. She felt it was very familiar but couldn’t recall where she had seen it.

Tang Zan said, "It’s for you."

Shu’er was stunned and then tried to take it off.

"No need, this ring is too valuable."

Tang Zan’s hand pressed down on Shu’er’s, and his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Shu’er, do you not want the gift I gave you?"

Seeing the dangerous look in Tang Zan’s eyes, Shu’er smiled and shook her head.

"It’s just that this thing is too valuable; I’m afraid I might lose it."

Tang Zan said, "I gave it to you, even if you lose it, I’ll accept that."

Shu’er had no choice but to accept it, while also pondering what to give Tang Zan in return.

Tang Zan washed the bowls and chopsticks they had used.

Shu’er’s eyebrows rose even higher, wondering when Tang Zan had done such a thing?

"You wash, I’ll go out first."

Just as she finished saying this, Tang Zan put down the cloth. Fresh chapters posted on novｅlfire.net

He looked up at Shu’er, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if suppressing something.

His voice was a bit husky.

"Shu’er, is it so unbearable for you to stay with me?"

Shu’er was startled, seeing the displeasure in Tang Zan’s eyes, then shook her head.

"Don’t misunderstand, I just have other things to do."

Tang Zan said, "I am your husband; what could be more important than me?"

Shu’er couldn’t remind him that they were only half a married couple.

But, why did Tang Zan suddenly seem to have feelings for her?

Even wanting to spend more time with her?

Thinking of this, Shu’er seemed to come to a sudden realization.

"Ah, Tang Zan, do you have an injury that needs my treatment?"

Only this could explain why Tang Zan suddenly became attentive to her.

Certainly, it’s not because he couldn’t bear her leaving; even if she were insane, she wouldn’t think that.

He’s the main antagonist, after all; apart from his family, how could he have such emotions?

She understood her position clearly.

She and Tang Zan were each other’s tools.

Tang Zan looked at Shu’er, feeling a bit irritated.

Seeing Shu’er ready to leave at any moment, he was somewhat deflated.

After washing the bowls, he sat down beside Shu’er, took a deep breath.

"Yes, I have an injury."

Shu’er looked at Tang Zan, noticing his displeased expression, and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

Is this really the Tang Zan she knew?

Why does he seem a bit aggrieved?

Shu’er said, "Where is it?"

Tang Zan rolled up his sleeve, revealing a small scratch.

Shu’er exclaimed in surprise.

"Ah, this wound, if you showed me any later, it might have already healed."

Tang Zan felt a bit embarrassed by Shu’er’s words, his ears turning red.

But his exquisite face remained arrogant.

Shu’er had to wash Tang Zan with water mixed with the Spiritual Spring.

Her warm and soft hand brushed over Tang Zan’s skin, and Tang Zan felt the skin Shu’er touched was slightly heating up.

There was also a tickling, tingling sensation.

This feeling was like a small insect crawling along the skin and into the heart.

Just as Shu’er was about to wipe upward, Tang Zan suddenly grabbed her hand.

His palm was so warm that it made Shu’er feel uncomfortable.

Then she saw Tang Zan’s eyes slowly deepen, gradually moving closer to her.

Shu’er said, "Tang Zan, do you want to heal or not?"

Tang Zan pursed his lips, "Then be a little rougher."

Her hands were already soft, and when she gently treated the wound, he felt like Shu’er was about to soften him completely.

Moreover, the discontent in his heart rapidly expanded, just wanting to embrace her and ask for more.

Shu’er: "... I’ve practiced medicine for so many years, and never heard such a request."