Chapter 189: Chapter 189
The scoundrel is quite convincing!
Yun Ran glanced at him coolly and smirked, "There are plenty of handsome men in this world. Why do you care who I fancy?"
"I don’t care, I don’t dare! Come on, have some soup."
Yun Ran glanced over; today’s serving was black chicken soup, enriched with traditional Chinese herbs like angelica root, goji berries, and astragalus.
"Chicken soup again!"
"Little girl, don’t be picky. Chicken soup is the best for your current condition."
[Chicken soup? This is clearly medicinal cuisine!]
He brought her water so that Yun Ran could rinse her mouth and wash her hands, then asked, "Do you want me to feed you, or will you drink it yourself?"
Yun Ran pointed to the small table by the bed, indicating for him to put it down as she decided to eat the roasted sweet potato first.
The man shook his head and chuckled lightly, his eyes showing a faint touch of pampering, "Lin Wanyue, you’re quite the little glutton."
Despite his words, he split open the roasted sweet potato, wrapped it in oil paper, and handed her a small spoon to scoop it out.
After eating half, Yun Ran instinctively reached for the other half, but he caught her hand, "Drink the chicken soup first."
"No, I want to eat the roasted sweet potato."
Yun Ran struggled but couldn’t free her hand, frowning at him, "Let go of your claw."
The man obediently released her hand but took away the roasted sweet potato.
Watching her puffed-up little face, the man pursed his lips and chuckled softly, "Be good, drink the chicken soup first."
Yun Ran rolled her eyes at him, "Hey, could it be that all you know how to do is stew chicken soup?"
"No way! I even made you tremella lotus seed soup."
Yun Ran was somewhat surprised because tremella lotus seed soup was also among her favorites.
This only strengthened her belief that he was indeed Nangong Mo.
Yet she didn’t forget to mock him with her words, "Can you even make it? Is it drinkable? Don’t kill someone by feeding them."
The man arrogantly raised his chin and pulled out a small booklet from his pocket for her.
Yun Ran flipped through a few pages and couldn’t help but twitch at the corners of her mouth.
It turned out to be a cookbook!
It detailed various cooking methods, required ingredients, cooking levels, timing—all thoroughly documented.
"Roasted sweet potatoes, grilled corn, glutinous rice balls, sweet and sour ribs, chicken soup, fish soup, bone soup... I bet they’re all soups later on?"
The man snatched the booklet from her hand and hugged it close like a treasure, "The best nourishment for you right now is all sorts of soup."
Yun Ran’s mouth twitched a bit as she was left speechless, "You’re really quite dedicated."
"Surprised? Touched? How about divorcing Nangong Mo and marrying me instead?"
Even just hearing the name ’Nangong Mo’ made Yun Ran want to pin him to the ground, take off his mask, beat him until he was bruised and toothless, begging her for forgiveness!
The person who seemed to read her mind: "..."
This brat still wants to see him cry?
But her, someday she’ll be crying and begging for mercy, crying, "Good brother, spare me! Brother, you’re awesome! Brother is amazing!" Calling Nangong brother? Mo brother? Or maybe...
A pillow hit him in the face, snapping him back to reality from his indulgent fantasies.
"Scoundrel, what are you thinking? Smiling so menacingly and wickedly!"
Faced with the killing gaze of the girl, the man awkwardly touched his chin, "The sunlight outside is nice, do you want to go out and bask in the sun? It could help your wounds heal."
Yun Ran didn’t believe his nonsense.
After the rain, the air was exceptionally fresh, the sun was bright outside, and occasional bird calls from the valley were ethereal and pleasant, definitely tempting her to go out for a walk.
Nangong Mo originally planned to carry her out, but Yun Ran refused, and reluctantly, he had to support her step by step out of the room.
With the distance so close, Yun Ran discreetly scrutinized the man beside her.
He was thoroughly covered, all she could see was a sexy and alluring neckline, a perfectly contoured jawline, and his clothes were deliberately loose, revealing only the vague shape of his frame.
[The more you cover up, the more suspicious! This deceitful scoundrel!]
Yun Ran cursed him internally as her fingers nonchalantly brushed over his shoulder, waist, back, arm, and chest...
Her expression remained indifferent, but she was inwardly comparing and assessing.
Suddenly, her hand was caught by him, "Little girl, where are you touching?"
Yun Ran calmly glanced at her hand, maintaining a composed demeanor, "You’re too tall, I just needed to steady myself. What’s the matter? Is there an issue?"
A valid excuse, but this girl was clearly examining his physique.
Speaking of which, are girls this relentless? Once they suspect, it’s awfully hard to dispel their doubts!
The man nodded seriously, "It’s my fault; I overlooked the fact that you’re currently a little cripple who can only hobble on one leg."
What?! What did he say? Little... cripple?!
Being called those three words left Yun Ran bewildered and disoriented. The man bent down, scooped her up in a princess carry, and carried her to a nearby swing made of bamboo, vines, and wildflowers.
It was more of a hanging chair, gently swaying without the slightest discomfort to her wounds, very pleasant and comfortable.
But Yun Ran still remembered that earlier ’insult’!
"Scoundrel, who are you calling a little cripple? Am I bothering you? Did I spend your money or eat your food?"
The man’s lips curved, he chuckled playfully, "Didn’t you eat? Have you been grazing on grass these past two days?"
Yun Ran decided to change the topic, "Admit it, you are Nangong Mo."
The man narrowed his eyes, assessed her for a moment, then suddenly said, "Are you sick with lovesickness?"
"With a handsome man on your mind, and longing for him to the point of madness, perhaps you’re head over heels in love with Nangong Mo!"
[Keep it together! Don’t let this scoundrel distract and hoodwink you!]
"Your physique, your height, your hair color, your hair volume, your eyelashes, your fingers, they all closely match his, so don’t try to deny it."
[And the most crucial point is that innate rogue and scoundrel vibe!]
The man raised an eyebrow, his lips curled into an amused smile, teasing her:
"You even remember his hair and lashes so clearly? Still say you’re not madly in love with him?" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
"I never expected, amid your wildness, you’re actually a sentimental girl!"
[You scoundrel! Twisting the facts and trying to divert my attention again!]
[So devious and shameless!]
The man glanced at her puffed-up face, suppressing a smile, he said seriously:
"There are indeed many with similar physiques and heights in this world. Not to mention physique, even looks can resemble greatly."
"You little girl, groping me through clothes and stealing glances while I’m asleep to decide that I’m Nangong Mo? Aren’t you being a bit hasty?"
"Who groped you? Who peeked at you? Pick up your face on the ground before you speak."
Her response was the man’s muffled laughter, joyful and wanton.
"No groping, huh? Then who was it earlier that took advantage of my unpreparedness to give this young master a thorough feel-up both inside and out?"
"You scoundrel, shut up!"
The man stroked his chin, pondering, and casually ’hmm’-ed, "How could you feel anything through clothes? How can you be sure I’m the man in your heart?"
"How about this young master loosens my clothing for you to examine and compare properly?"