The Spirited Daughter-in-law and the Mountain Man

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Just as he approached her lips, her eyelids moved slightly.

Feeling a bit guilty, he quickly backed off a step, his mouth full of bitter medicine. It would not be good to feed her with his mouth if she were awake. Should he spit the medicine back into the bowl? That would be too…

He kept a straight face and swallowed the bitter medicine directly. After all, it was for treating injuries, and it wouldn’t kill him even if he was not sick.

The oil lamp in the room was lit, but the light was still dim.

Su Qingyue was half-conscious, her mind foggy. She caught sight of the massive shadow in front of her that looked like a mountain. She should be scared, but in her previous life, she was a killer who disguised herself as a doctor when not on missions.

She couldn’t feel any murderous intent.

It meant that the burly big fellow in front of her was harmless.

This body was in terrible pain, fatigue, and hunger. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝙤𝙫𝒆𝓵.𝒄𝙤𝒎

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“Wife, eat your medicine first, then have dinner before you sleep.” Xiao Yishan scooped a spoonful of medicine and fed it to her.

Su Qingyue’s ears were deaf, so she didn’t hear him speak. She smelled the medicine and understood its ingredients, which were specially used for internal injuries. She had been beaten up, with her internal organs injured, so she opened her mouth obediently and ate.

The furrow on her brow deepened.

Shit, this medicine was bitter.

It could wake the dead with its bitterness.

Seeing that she had swallowed it, he fed her another spoonful.

Not wanting to take the medicine anymore but knowing she shouldn’t be too willful, she ate it anyway. After all, he was just a stranger who had saved her and kindly given her medicine to treat her injuries. No matter how bitter the medicine was, she couldn’t be picky.

He patiently fed her the entire bowl of medicine and then picked up the bowl of rice on the nearby desk and fed her.

When she smelled the food, her body was probably starved, as she suddenly felt famished and wanted to grab the bowl to eat by herself. However, she remembered that her right wrist was fractured and disobedient.

There was medicine applied to her injured wrist, which was held together by bamboo slices and bound with strings. It was obvious that someone had dressed her wound, either the man in front of her or someone he had asked to help her.

She was somewhat touched.

He had already helped her earlier in the day by stopping her attackers. Now, his kindness became even greater.

As for that bastard who had hit her—or rather, the original owner of her body—she would definitely take care of him once her injuries healed!

Her uninjured left hand was also weak, but he scooped up the rice with a spoon and fed it to her, so she obediently opened her mouth and ate.

Brown rice cooked with sweet potatoes, served with pickles.

The coarse grains of a poor family’s meal.

Perhaps due to her hunger, she found it quite delicious and finished the entire bowl.

“Are you full?” He stared at her, his cold voice unconsciously softening. “If it’s not enough, I can cook some more.”

With her head down and her ears unable to hear, she naturally didn’t know what he had said. After eating a bowl of medicine and a big bowl of rice, she was completely stuffed.

He picked up the two empty bowls and stepped out.

She rubbed her swollen belly and lay down. This body probably hadn’t had a good rest for some days, and she fell asleep the moment her head touched the pillow.

The light was too dim, and Xiao Yuchuan purposely slept far away from her on the other side of the long kang (traditional Chinese heated bed). They were a few meters apart, and she didn’t notice another person lying on the bed because she couldn’t hear.

Thinking that his wife hadn’t eaten enough, Xiao Yishan went back to the kitchen to cook more rice himself, deliberately not adding sweet potatoes this time. When he brought the steaming bowl of rice back into the room, he saw her sleeping soundly, her breathing a bit heavy. He guessed that she was exhausted and didn’t have the heart to wake her up.