Chapter 54: The Intimacy in the Night – Their Martial Bodies Are Not to Be Underestimated…

The unusual feeling from behind, even if Meng Jun didn’t say it, Li Ruantang could sense it. Her ear tips slightly reddened, and her steps towards the Meng residence paused. She quickly turned and slipped into the Prince Shu’s mansion.

The young gentleman was confused about this matter.

If she rashly returned to the mansion, she feared the servants might discover something amiss. After all, the Yuqing Pavilion had just dispersed. Li Ruantang pondered for a moment, and avoiding others, she directly entered her own bedroom.

“Tangtang.” Meng Jun’s face was extremely red, and he didn’t know what was wrong with himself. At this moment, all he could smell was her usual sweet scent. The young gentleman only felt increasingly uncomfortable.

He unconsciously nuzzled against Li Ruantang’s cheek, his whole body curled up in her embrace, not wanting to let go at all. “The poem I gave you during the day today, can I recite it to you again?”

Those beautiful phoenix eyes curved like crescent moons, pressed against her ear, unable to stop wanting to speak his heart.

So silly.

Li Ruantang gently rubbed the top of his head. Her brows and eyes turned cold as she urgently ordered outside, “Someone, quickly invite Doctor Xu!”

Meng Jun hadn’t touched any food from the pleasure boat. The only suspicious point was the fragrance on that male attendant’s body.

Not knowing if this fragrance would harm his body, Li Ruantang grew increasingly uneasy as she thought about it. Yet the person nestled in her arms was not behaving at all.

Those slender fingers resting on her shoulders, bit by bit, taking advantage of Li Ruantang’s distraction, quietly slipped into her sleeve, grasping Li Ruantang’s arm and gently squeezing it.

His usually cool voice was now sweet as he recited the poem he had written.

“Tangtang, do you know why I want to snuggle with you?” His consciousness seemed somewhat hazy, but those eyes were bright and shining, looking at Li Ruantang like moist black grapes.

Her profile was fair, and beneath her straight nose were tightly pursed lips. He knew how soft and sweet they were. The heart hidden in his chest seemed to be gently tickled by feathers, a faint itch.

“Hmm?”

Smack—

The questioning sound was swallowed whole as the young gentleman tilted his head up. He smiled smugly, looking at that gradually pinkening beautiful face, and leaned in again.

Light pecks, extraordinarily lingering.

Li Ruantang softened her gaze, reaching out to wipe away the sweat on the tip of his nose. “Why?”

Eh?

She hadn’t noticed at all?

The young gentleman looked at her hesitantly. “Tangtang, don’t you feel unwell at all?”

“I heard from Sister Wei—”

Seeing Li Ruantang’s eyes slightly upturned at the corners, Meng Jun paused and very consciously changed his form of address, “I heard from Official Wei that you’ve been poisoned by a strange toxin.”

“She said this poison hasn’t been identified yet, and I’m very worried about you. So…” He carefully observed Li Ruantang’s expression, and seeing she didn’t suspect anything, he continued reassuringly, “So I deduced from the novels I’ve read that perhaps snuggling could cure your strange poison.”

The young gentleman spoke with utter seriousness, even citing several examples from stories in novels. Li Ruantang was stunned, suddenly feeling somewhat relieved that those novels mostly used euphemisms and ellipses. Otherwise, during the period when she had lost her memory, she might have been unable to control herself.

“But, Tangtang, isn’t there something strange?” Meng Jun nestled against her neck, his fingers that had slipped into her collar fiddling with that thin cord, puzzled, “Look, when you fell off the cliff, you might have hit your head, so you forgot some important things. But after returning to the capital, why did you forget about Jiujiu instead?”

Speaking of this, the young gentleman’s tone was full of grievance, “Tangtang, Jiujiu is me, Jiulang is also me. Why do you only like Jiujiu and not Jiulang?”

“I…”

The head nestled in her neck was getting hotter and hotter. Li Ruantang sighed inwardly, wanting to reach out and wipe his forehead with a damp cloth, but was tightly held in place by the young gentleman.

“No, if you don’t say it, I won’t let you go!” He was incredibly stubborn when confused.

Li Ruantang gently patted the young gentleman’s back. “Silly.” Her voice was low, just like those few nights in the Hu family village, gentle and affectionate. “I don’t dislike Jiulang.”

Eh?

“Really?!” Meng Jun suddenly cupped her face. “Tangtang, you can’t lie to me. Let’s pinky swear.”

“Young Mistress. Doctor Xu has arrived.” Outside the bamboo curtain, the maid’s hurried footsteps stopped as she bowed and reported.

Li Ruantang dared not delay. “Please invite her in quickly.”

The bamboo curtain lifted, and a breeze swirled into the room. As the figure carrying a medicine box turned around half the screen, the young gentleman became anxious. He quickly grabbed Li Ruantang, who was about to get up. “I, I haven’t finished speaking yet.”

“Silly Jiujiu.”

Li Ruantang leaned down and gently kissed those thin lips that were about to speak again. “I’m not lying to you.”

The lowered gauze curtains, layer upon layer, completely blocked the figures inside, only revealing one arm.

The room was quiet. The young gentleman hiding behind the gauze curtains had rosy cheeks and was silently grinning with his lips curved high.

Mmm, Li Ruantang said she liked Jiulang.

Outside the gauze curtains, that pomegranate red could still be faintly seen. She was so nervous just now, she must really like Jiulang!

Meng Jun’s heart was sweet. Looking at the curtains again, he silently bit his lip and added in his heart: No, she must really, really like Jiulang.

The young gentleman curled up in the bedding, his eyes curved into crescents as he secretly smiled. Outside the gauze curtains, the gray-haired Doctor Xu’s expression was very solemn.

“Young Mistress Li, this medicine is not difficult to neutralize.” She pondered, looking at Li Ruantang with her loosened collar. “However, this old woman guesses that the Young Mistress doesn’t want to use that method to detoxify the young man inside, right?”

Li Ruantang’s face reddened slightly, and she shook her head gently. They were not yet married, and such an act would indeed be reckless and disrespectful.

But Doctor Xu was not an outsider. Since she could say this, it also meant there were other methods.

Carefully tucking Meng Jun’s outstretched arm back into the bedding, Li Ruantang made a gesture of invitation. The bamboo curtain moved slightly, and by the window, Doctor Xu only whispered a few words, which left Li Ruantang stunned on the spot.

“Is this the only way?”