High-class Spring Joy

Qingyuan was as if she had been hit by a stick, and she didn't even realize that Chu Jingxian would say such a thing.

Last time, he only said she resembled the person he was looking for, but now…

"Young master, why do you say that? Not to mention that I am just a maid, moreover, men and women should not touch each other. I have never left the Fifth Young Master's courtyard before."

Qingyuan forced herself to remain calm. At this moment, she absolutely could not let him know, nor could she let him glean anything from her words.

"Is that so? Then according to what Qingyuan said, before these days, Qingyuan and I should have been quite strangers."

Chu Jingxian seemed to be asking the question in accordance with her wishes, but in reality, he was already subtly trapping her with words.

"Of course, I am just a maid, a maid in the Fifth Young Master's courtyard. To be honest, people like the Young Master are always high and mighty masters. Moreover, there is a difference between men and women. Even though we are from the same Marquis's mansion, I have only seen the Young Master once from afar before. The Young Master's demeanor is truly unprecedented and unparalleled in the world. No one can match him. Therefore, I have great respect for the Young Master."

Qingyuan showered Chu Jingyu with flattery, a tactic she often used to deal with him.

Chu Jingyu loved this kind of thing. He especially enjoyed hearing Qing Yuan praise him to an unparalleled position, and he found it very pleasing.

To everyone's surprise, Chu Jingxian remained unmoved. He calmly retorted, "How did Qingyuan know how many wounds I have on my shoulder and chest? Could it be that she spotted them from a distance?"

That day… that morning in the cave, she let it slip!

"Of course not!"

Qingyuan instinctively denied it; the words that popped into her mind were simply unspeakable.

Of course, it couldn't have been seen from a distance at a glance; it was something she kissed little by little that night.

Yes, she lingered on the scars on his chest and shoulders many times. When she kissed them, Chu Jingxian would visibly stiffen and even tremble uncontrollably for a moment.

Qingyuan knew back then that he was very sensitive to those scars on his body, and that there must have been some unknown story behind them, so much so that he became even more frantic when she kissed him.

Qingyuan quickly realized, "Of course I heard it from someone else. Although the Marquis's mansion has strict rules, it's inevitable that the servants and maids will joke around when they get together. I've only heard it once, and I couldn't possibly ask the eldest young master to verify it. On that day on Qingyun Mountain, I was just saying it casually. How could I really be sure that the young master has a scar on his body?"

Chu Jingxian seemed to have anticipated her reaction. He tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, not dwelling on the scars, but instead smiled calmly and indifferently: "Of all things in this world, words are the most deceptive. If you really want to prove it, you don't need to explain so much. You just need to let me touch your wrist."

Qingyuan knew that Chu Jingxian definitely knew about the scar on her wrist that night in the prison. This was because when he went crazy, he wanted to devour her whole, leaving no gaps. He had even kissed the places she felt most ashamed of, let alone her wrist.

Secondly, the scar on her wrist is not a normal horizontal scar. It is a scar accumulated from years of blood draws over the years. It looks much uglier and thicker than a normal wrist-cutting scar.

How can I show this to him?

Absolutely not!

If she couldn't come up with a proper and serious reason at this moment, her constant refusals would only make her seem more guilty and arouse Chu Jingxian's suspicion.

If she doesn't refuse, and he does recognize her, Qingyuan has no idea how she will manage in the Zhenguo Marquis's mansion.

Moreover, if he were truly determined to see it, he was the master, and she was just a maid; no amount of obstruction would change his mind.

Think quickly, you stupid thing!

While Qingyuan was having a brainstorming session, she only appeared quiet for a moment to most people.

But for blind people, the waiting time is much longer than for sighted people.

Qingyuan made a decision and tried her best to keep her voice steady: "Since you have given your orders, Young Master, Qingyuan will obey."

As she spoke, she lifted her sleeve, revealing a section of her snow-white wrist, and handed it to Chu Jingxian.

Warm fingertips slowly crept onto her skin, and Qingyuan tensed up, desperately hoping that her trick would work and dispel his doubts.

At least, she agreed so readily, which makes sense...

She dared not think.

Qingyuan mustered her courage to observe his reaction. She saw him rub his wrist for a moment, then frown as if he hadn't found what he wanted.

Qingyuan thought she could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but then Chu Jingxian said, "The other one."

Qingyuan fell silent, her right hand completely stiffening.

Chu Jingxian's voice was sharp: "If you refuse, then consider it me taking advantage of your kindness."

Before Qingyuan could react, Chu Jingxian had already grabbed her other hand, pushed up her sleeve, and placed his large palm on hers!

Qingyuan froze.

Chu Jingxian frowned even more when he felt the texture of her wrist.

How...

Is this what it feels like?

It's a protrusion, but it's like a layer of skin with water underneath, and the flesh is underneath the water.

It was a burn, not the cut he remembered!

Isn't it... her?

Chu Jingxian hadn't expected this; it wasn't until he heard Qing Yuan cry out in pain that he suddenly realized what was happening and released his grip.

Did I hurt you?

"It's nothing, it's just to repay a debt of gratitude. The Third Young Master saved my life, this is nothing at all."

Qingyuan was in real pain, but she couldn't show it at this moment.

Chu Jingxian got up and walked to the cabinet with practiced ease. He took out a jar of ointment from a hidden compartment. Even though it was invisible, his every move exuded a calm and confident demeanor that was even more captivating than those who could see it.

He sat back down, dipped his fingertips in the ointment, and applied it little by little to the burn on Qingyuan's wrist.

"Young master, I can do it myself!" Qingyuan's first reaction was to pull her hand back, but he held it even tighter.

"Don't move, you'll hurt yourself."

He should have kept quiet, because once he did, Qingyuan blushed deeply, not for any other reason than that he had said the same thing that night.

Originally, she was supposed to be the one serving, but later the initiative shifted to him. When Qingyuan tried to move, he said, "Don't move, you might hurt yourself."

Those images and his hoarse voice from that time resurfaced, and he was still so close, Qingyuan felt like she was about to faint!

A cool, warm touch came from her wrist. Qingyuan's gaze fell on him. Although he didn't lower his head, his expression became unusually serious, as if applying medicine to her was a very important matter.

He couldn't see, but his movements as he applied the medicine to her were very delicate and gentle.

For some reason, Qingyuan couldn't take her eyes off his face.

Perhaps it's because his face is inherently extremely handsome and captivating.