Chapter 33: You Still Have Me

As soon as Si Qingyu entered the mansion, she could smell the faint scent of blood lingering in the air. She frowned, imagining how tragic the scene must have been. Now the entire mansion was cold and quiet, and she didn’t see anyone else along the way.

It seemed that what those people said was true. The rest of the Luo family had perished that night. Si Qingyu felt a sense of sorrow. They were all innocent lives.

Luo Shaoxuan, who had been paying attention to her the whole time, noticed her gloomy expression. He pursed his lips and spoke in a gentle, magnetic voice, “I didn’t expect you to come.” He had originally planned to go find her in a couple of days.

Si Qingyu was slightly startled and looked at him. “You’re my friend. Of course, I have to come and see you when something so big happens.” After a pause, her eyes swept over his body. “I heard… you were injured?”

He had been feeling down because of what she said earlier, but seeing her concern for him, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of joy. He tried to suppress the corners of his mouth from curling up and nodded somewhat gloomily. “It’s just a minor injury.”

“You can’t say that. Even minor injuries can get infected if not treated properly.” He wasn’t a child anymore. “Have you seen a physician?”

Luo Shaoxuan looked at her and shook his head. “I just bandaged it myself haphazardly.” He deliberately emphasized that he had bandaged it haphazardly. How could he miss such a good opportunity to find another physician?

As expected, Si Qingyu’s brows furrowed even more. “Nonsense. It’s not like there aren’t physicians in the capital. Do you not know how to take care of yourself?”

“I…” Being scolded by her like this, Luo Shaoxuan’s eyes began to redden. He gently tugged at her sleeve and looked at her with an aggrieved expression.

Si Qingyu was at a loss for words seeing him like this. In the end, she sighed. How could he really be like a child? “Forget it. Let me take a look.”

“Mm!” He nodded happily.

He led Si Qingyu all the way to his courtyard. The courtyard was very large and spacious, with some night-blooming jasmine planted around. The courtyard also had good lighting.

Luo Shaoxuan directly opened the door to the bedchamber. He stood behind the door, his figure tall and slender, quietly looking at her. His phoenix eyes were deep and charming. “Come in.”

Si Qingyu hesitated a little, somehow reminded of the scene of them kissing in the bedchamber that night. “Or… let’s take a look in the courtyard.”

Although she didn’t care about those social conventions, having a man and a woman alone in a bedchamber always gave her a strange feeling. Especially after what happened last time.

Luo Shaoxuan’s eyes darkened slightly. He lowered his gaze halfway. “Ziliang never used to care about those social conventions.” He then looked at her with a forlorn gaze. “Could it be that you dislike me?”

Dislike him? Si Qingyu was a bit confused. What did she dislike about him?

He looked at her with a resentful gaze. “Dislike that I had a marriage agreement with that noble lady…”

What did one thing have to do with the other?

Si Qingyu quickly shook her head in denial. “Of course not.”

“Then hurry and come in.”

She didn’t hesitate any longer and stepped into the bedchamber. As soon as her back foot entered, Luo Shaoxuan gently closed the door.

The room suddenly became very quiet. The two of them stood, one behind the door and the other in the middle of the bedchamber. Si Qingyu coughed lightly, feeling awkward. “Let me see where you’re injured.” She walked over and sat down at the tea table.

Luo Shaoxuan’s lips curled up. He looked at her with eyes overflowing with affection. He lightly nodded and raised his hands to start untying his belt in front of her.

Seeing him undress as if no one was there, Si Qingyu’s face stiffened. She quickly turned her head away. “What are you doing?!”

He looked at her innocently. “Didn’t you say you wanted to take a look at my injury? The wound is on my shoulder.” Saying that, he pulled open his collar, revealing his exquisite and alluring collarbones, while his shoulder was haphazardly wrapped with bandages, vaguely revealing bloodstains.

Seeing the wound, Si Qingyu’s brows knitted slightly. She had him sit down and took out some anti-inflammatory herbs from her bag.

Luo Shaoxuan sat facing her, just looking at her like that as she treated his wound. His eyes were filled with love that seemed to overflow. Seeing her being so attentive to him, he felt his heart swelling with fullness.

He really hoped that she would always look at him like this, with only him in her eyes. Just thinking about it made him excited.

Si Qingyu carefully bandaged his wound. Fortunately, the wound was not deep and could heal without leaving a scar.

She tidied up the things and then gave him the jade ointment she always carried with her. “After the wound scabs over, apply this once a day, and it won’t leave a scar.”

Luo Shaoxuan took the medicine bottle and lightly nodded without saying a word.

The bedchamber fell silent again. Si Qingyu glanced at him and said in a comforting tone, “Don’t be sad…” But then she thought, how could one not be sad when both parents had died? She immediately changed her words. “My condolences.” She really didn’t know how to comfort others.

Luo Shaoxuan lowered his head slightly, his hands fiddling with the medicine bottle, still not saying anything.

A long time passed, so long that Si Qingyu would have thought he had fallen asleep if she hadn’t seen his hands still moving.

Luo Shaoxuan raised his head, biting his lower lip. His phoenix eyes were misty, with a trace of clear tears lingering at the bottom, as if they were about to fall at any moment. His voice carried a hint of choking. “Ziliang, I have nothing left…”

Luo Shaoxuan was usually an elegant, dignified, and rational person. Although he would occasionally act spoiled and show weakness in front of her, he had never shown such a vulnerable side, leaving her at a loss. “You… don’t cry.”

However, she saw that trace of clear tears slide down his cheek, making her even more flustered.

“You still have me.” The words blurted out.

Not only was Luo Shaoxuan stunned by what she said, but she was also stunned.

What was she saying? She had wanted to explain to Luo Shaoxuan that she didn’t mean it that way, but she saw him break into a smile, his eyes shining as he looked at her. “Mm, I still have you.”

Si Qingyu opened her mouth but ultimately didn’t say anything.

Luo Shaoxuan gently leaned his head against her chest, ignoring her stiff body. His hands tightly wrapped around her waist, and his ink-like dark eyes slowly became deep in a place she couldn’t see. He spoke softly, “Then will you ever abandon me?”

If one day she found out that he had done all this, that his hands were already stained with blood, would she abandon him, would she despise him?

The thought of her going out and being intimate with another man made his heart burn with uncontrollable jealousy. No! He would never let that happen. If she took a liking to anyone other than him, he would definitely kill that person.

He had only had her all along. They were a natural match.

Si Qingyu, stiff in her posture, heard his insecure question. Her hand hesitated for a moment before gently patting his back. “No, I won’t leave you alone.” She had obviously misunderstood his meaning. She only thought of them as friends, so naturally, she wouldn’t leave him.

However, Luo Shaoxuan didn’t care whether she had misunderstood or not. This was her promise to him. He hugged her tightly, deeply inhaling the medicinal fragrance on her body, and curled his lips into a sweet smile. “I knew Ziliang would never abandon me.” Regardless of the reason.

“…… Mm.”

Then they remained in that embracing posture for a long time. Si Qingyu lowered her head and looked at Luo Shaoxuan, who was leaning against her chest. “Why don’t you… get up first?” Staying stiff like this was not good for blood circulation.

Luo Shaoxuan raised his head from her chest and looked up at her. Suddenly, his eyes were half-closed and hazy as he looked at her lips. His face began to slowly approach hers.

Si Qingyu watched his face getting closer and closer. There was not a single flaw on his face. Si Qingyu had never seen such a perfect face and skin. His skin was even better than hers.

Just as she was marveling, Luo Shaoxuan had already gently pressed his lips against the corner of her mouth and then lightly sucked.

“Hiss!” Si Qingyu gasped and quickly backed away, falling directly to the ground.

Seeing this, Luo Shaoxuan quickly got up, wanting to help her up, but Si Qingyu waved her hand to stop him. “No need. I can get up by myself.” She quickly stood up from the ground and dusted herself off.

Luo Shaoxuan walked towards her, wanting to help smooth out her clothes, but he saw her backing away. His heart felt somewhat displeased. “I just wanted to help you brush your clothes.”

“Uh.” Si Qingyu felt a bit embarrassed. She patted her clothes. “I can do this kind of thing myself.”

He became even more displeased. He told himself that she was still somewhat resistant to him being so close and couldn’t fully accept him yet. It was okay. They had plenty of time.

“Have you eaten?” he asked.

Hearing him say that, she suddenly realized that she hadn’t eaten anything except for breakfast in the morning. Her stomach was indeed a bit hungry.

Luo Shaoxuan understood and gave her a faint smile. “I’ll go make something for you to eat.” With that, he walked out of the bedchamber, leaving her alone in the room.

Si Qingyu stood there, feeling somewhat perplexed. He seemed… angry?