Thrown out of the house, the wet nurse enters the noble household and becomes a person of high statu

Liu Wenying spread her outer garment out on a slightly flat stone and found that Second Master was still standing in the same spot.

"Second Master, would you like to take off your outer garment too? It's easy to catch a cold if it's wet."

"No need."

Liu Wenying hesitated for a moment, then advised, "But the night in the mountains is not like the daytime, and wearing wet clothes..."

"This place is unclean, so it's barely acceptable. Even if you lay your clothes out to dry in the sun, they'll still get dirty again."

She opened her mouth, then swallowed her words; Liu Wenying understood.

The ground inside the cave was damp and covered with fallen leaves and soil.

He was such a germaphobe that he would rather wear wet clothes than leave his outer garments in such a place.

She stopped trying to persuade him, saying, "If you feel unwell, Second Master, please let me know immediately."

"Um."

Darkness fell quickly, and the air was bitterly cold as soon as night fell, with even the cracks in the rocks covered in a thin layer of frost.

Liu Wenying huddled in the corner, hugging her knees and curling herself into a small ball.

My undergarments were half-dry, and every gust of wind sent shivers down my spine.

cold.

It's so cold.

Outside the cave, the lush trees that thrived during the day transformed into layers of dark shadows in the night, blocking out the starlight and moonlight completely.

It was pitch black, with only the rustling of the wind through the trees, one after another, as if something was moving in the shadows.

Liu Wenying felt a sense of fear and turned to look in the opposite direction.

In the darkness, the white dress became the only color.

The white spread out in the inky darkness of the night, like snow falling to the ground.

Pei Zeyu leaned against the rock wall, utterly exhausted, and his initial meticulousness had vanished.

His sitting posture was exactly the same as it had been half an hour ago; he was completely still, presumably asleep.

Liu Wenying felt much more at ease, withdrew her gaze, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

……

The morning light, like golden threads, seeped through the gaps in the vines, delicately illuminating my eyes.

Liu Wenying was awakened by the morning light. She tried to move, but her whole body ached, and her stomach growled at an inopportune time.

I'm so hungry, I haven't eaten anything properly since yesterday...

Liu Wenying rubbed her stomach while looking across at the other side.

Pei Zeyu remained leaning against the mountain wall, the morning light gilding half of his body with a pale gold.

"Second Master, it's dawn."

The sound echoed through the rock walls, but no one answered.

"Second Master?"

Liu Wenying raised her voice and called out again.

There was still no movement.

"Second Master, please forgive me."

Liu Wenying walked over and gently nudged his shoulder.

Pei Zeyu suddenly slid down as if his bones had been removed, his whole body tilting to one side.

Liu Wenying reacted quickly and caught him, but when her palm touched his forehead, she was startled by the burning heat and withdrew her hand.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that his face was abnormally flushed, his lips were dry and cracked, and his breathing was rapid and shallow.

He has a fever.

It's likely that the high fever was caused by wearing damp, cold clothes last night, catching a chill, and being weak after drowning.

The area at the bottom of the cliff is remote, with no medical supplies available, and it's unclear when rescue will arrive.

If it were just a high fever, Liu Wenying could still find a way to treat it.

What horrified her even more was the horizontal wound on the palm of his left hand.

Yesterday, he saved her, but his hand was cut by a bowstring. The wound was not treated, and the skin and flesh were turned outwards with redness and swelling at the edges.

Things happened one after another, and Liu Wenying didn't think of it, nor did he mention it; it was an oversight.

Now that the wound has been soaked in the pool and covered overnight, it has gradually become inflamed.

Liu Wenying knew better than anyone that in this era without antibiotics, once a wound became infected, coupled with a persistent high fever, the chances of survival were slim.

The hand injury needs to be cleaned, and the high fever needs to be brought down.

Liu Wenying remained calm and quickly walked out of the cave.

The pool is still there, clear, cold, and dark.

She soaked the handkerchief, wrung it out until it was half dry, and hurriedly returned to the cave.

Liu Wenying knelt in front of him, looking at him and biting her lip.

"Second Master, I'm sorry for the offense..."

I've lost count of how many times I've said this.

Liu Wenying reached out to untie his belt. The white silk belt was wet and the buckle was slippery. She tried several times before she could untie it.

Clothes fell from the shoulders and piled up at the waist.

The morning light slanted in, illuminating his bare upper body in every detail.

It was neither the bulging, muscular physique of a warrior nor the thin, frail physique of a scholar.

His shoulders were broad, with clean and sharp lines, like the curve of pine branches after a snowfall.

Her collarbones were deep, below which was a flat chest that rose and fell slightly with her hot breaths.

His skin was a pale, cold white, as if it had been deprived of sunlight for a long time.

At this moment, the heat caused it to turn a light pink, like fine Xuan paper being lightly smudged with rouge.

Liu Wenying was not unfamiliar with men's bodies; in modern times, all sorts of them could be found by the pool or on the beach.

But the body before her left her momentarily at a loss for where to look.

Lean but not withered, handsome but not weak.

Finally, Liu Wenying stripped him down to his underpants, and all the clothes piled around his waist were removed.

She adjusted her breathing, suppressed the jumbled thoughts in her mind, and focused intently on wiping.

The handkerchief was soaked in the pool water, and the coolness permeated it.

First, it landed on the side of his neck, his pulse pounding strongly, striking her fingertips.

Her prominent Adam's apple also rolled in her palm.

The handkerchief was moved to the collarbone, where the joints were clearly visible and the skin was so thin that the pale blue veins underneath could be seen.

The intense heat gave that area a light blush, and beads of sweat slid down the creases and into the chest.

Liu Wenying closed her eyes and continued downwards, placing her palm on his chest.

It felt more...firm than I had imagined.

Thin muscles covered the skeleton, rising and falling with each breath.

She wiped him gently, the handkerchief brushing against his chest, and felt his body suddenly tense up.

Even in a coma, his sensitivity remained completely undiminished.

The waist and abdomen present a different picture, with a narrow waist and concave curves on both sides disappearing into the edge of the silk trousers, without a trace of excess.

The handkerchief stopped there; further down... Liu Wenying withdrew her hand and helped him put on his undergarments.

Then, she re-wetted the handkerchief and placed it on his forehead.

This time, she even found a large leaf, folded it into a bowl shape, and went back to the pond to scoop water.

Liu Wenying fed him water.

Water seeped into his dry, chapped lips little by little.

Pei Zeyu instinctively sucked on the cold liquid.

After feeding him water, Liu Wenying helped him lean back against the mountain wall.

The damp outer robe lay on the stone to dry, and it wouldn't dry for a while.

There's no telling when rescue will arrive, and his physical condition can't wait.

We need to figure out a way to start a fire.

Liu Wenying pushed aside the vines and went outside.

The sunlight filtering through the cracks in the rocks was nearly noon, casting a golden glow across the ground.

When Pei Zeyu woke up, the dizziness caused by the lingering high fever made his vision go black.

He propped himself up on his elbows and found that his left palm was tightly wrapped in a strip of blue cloth.

The fabric edges are embroidered with intertwined floral patterns, a common design for women's clothing.

The undergarment hung loosely on his body, the collar open, revealing his chest.

Her underwear was neatly worn, except that the cuffs were rolled up, revealing her pale ankles.

She lowered her head, and the handkerchief on her forehead slipped off.

Pei Zeyu picked up the handkerchief and clutched it in his hand. He struggled to stand up against the rock wall, his legs feeling as weak as if they belonged to him.

He had only taken two steps when the world spun before his eyes, and he fell forward.

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