If you don't consummate the marriage for three years and then marry a successful educated youth

Seeing that she was determined, Chen Yuting shrugged and said nothing more: "Okay, I was thinking that since you're a doctor, it's simple if you don't want children, just take some medicine."

"Now it seems I was overthinking it. If you really want to live a good life together, it's not appropriate not to have children. If people find out, it will create a rift between you and your husband."

"But I heard that Jiang Lie was married for three years without having children. Have you taken his pulse?"

Wen Yao's face flushed bright red, like a cooked duck, and she turned her face away: "He's fine, he's in great health, don't listen to what other people are saying."

"Okay, you can eat slowly, I'm going to do the laundry."

"Okay, go ahead and get busy."

Chen Yuting looked at her flushed face and smiled helplessly.

*

Jiang Lie arrived at the educated youth compound a little after ten o'clock. He knocked on the door before coming in and stood next to Wen Yao: "Yao Yao, I'm back. Didn't you say you would help me treat my wounds? Let's go."

Wen Yao turned to look at him: "Okay, then what about these two hens? Can you keep them in your yard?"

"Where did the hen come from?"

"Douzi's parents sent it here to thank me for saving Douzi's life, but I don't have enough space here to raise it. Your yard is fine, so why don't you keep it there to raise it and let it lay eggs for us to eat?"

Jiang Lie nodded and said, "Okay, I'll raise them there. I'll go build a chicken coop later. Let's go."

"Okay, I'll be going now."

Wen Yao walked beside him, carrying her medicine box. Her gaze was fixed ahead, unaware that the man beside her was staring intently at her, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

After arriving at the courtyard, the man locked the door behind him.

"Huh? Why are you locking the door?"

Jiang Lie chuckled and said matter-of-factly, "I'm injured, and the light in the yard is good enough for me to take off my clothes and see clearly. If I don't lock the door, I don't know who might come and see me."

"Every inch of my body belongs to Yao Yao. How can I let others see it? It's inappropriate."

Wen Yao's face flushed slightly, and her mind went blank. Was this person flirting with her? No, his cold expression didn't seem like someone who would joke around. She was probably overthinking it.

"Ahem, I'll go get some water. You need to clean the blood off your clothes, otherwise it'll easily get infected if it sticks to your skin."

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say."

Jiang Lie stared at her, from her forehead to her nose, and then to her pink lips with their cupid's bow. He couldn't help but think of the taste of their previous kiss, and his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

Wen Yao bent down and leaned closer, wiping away the bloodstains with water. She saw the chopstick-length wound on his abdomen, the skin and flesh of which were torn open, and her eyes were filled with heartache.

"Are you stupid? Why didn't you mention such a long wound? You just carried the tiger around everywhere. Don't you feel any pain?"

Seeing her reddened eyes and that pained look, his heart burned with desire, his muscles tensed, and his voice was a little hoarse: "It doesn't hurt, I'm used to it."

"You were more seriously injured before, but this is just a minor external wound that will heal in a few days. Don't worry, it won't delay your wedding."

Wen Yao sniffed: "You're just being stubborn. No wonder it hurts. It's such a big cut. It needs to be stitched up properly, otherwise it could get infected and become very dangerous."

"Don't move around too much for the next few days. I'll treat your wound. Remember not to get it wet."

Jiang Lie's eyes lit up, and he seized the opportunity to make a request: "Yao Yao, it's not very convenient for me to take a bath, I still have some small wounds on my back, can you help me take a bath?"

"...Shall I help you take a bath?"

"Yes, I'm injured and can't do it right now. If you help me, I can help you take a bath if you get tired in the future."

Wen Yao blushed slightly and glared at him: "Don't say things that make people blush. Be quiet. I'll help you treat your wound. I'll build the chicken coop myself later. Just sit there and don't move around."

"If the wound reopens, you just wait!"

After uttering those words without any threat, Wen Yao focused on treating the wounds in front of him. He treated the wounds on his upper body and then the ones on his legs. As for the more hidden areas, he would take care of them himself.

An hour or so had passed since it ended. Wen Yao wiped the sweat from her face and slowly exhaled, "Okay, you can change into clean clothes now."

Jiang Lie's voice was incredibly hoarse: "Really? But I still feel a bit uncomfortable. Yao Yao, could you go and take a look at me? Especially since it hurts so much right now."

"It hurts? Does the wound hurt? That shouldn't be the case. The medicine I applied was very good. How can it still hurt after I've finished applying it?"

"I don't know, Yao Yao, come with me."

He pulled Wen Yao by the wrist and led her into the house. Her vision darkened, and the door behind her closed. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but the next second the man pressed her against the door and kissed her.

A series of smacking sounds rang out as lips and teeth clicked together.

She reached out and pushed him away, saying, "No, no, if someone finds out and it gets really bad, how can I face anyone?"

Jiang Lie closed his eyes to suppress the restlessness in his heart and hugged the girl even tighter. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and naturally, their physical changes could not be hidden. Looking at the girl with misty eyes, his heart tightened even more, pounding as if it was about to burst out of his chest.

Wen Yao felt the burning heat emanating from the other person's body and, fearing he might lose control, froze, afraid to move: "You, how could you...?"

"It's okay, I can control myself. Don't move, just let me hold you for a little while longer."

Jiang Lie hugged her tightly, as if trying to meld her into his very bones. She didn't know how much time had passed, and her legs were starting to go numb from standing, before he finally reluctantly let go.

Wen Yao's face turned completely red.

She turned her face away shyly and said, "It's getting late, let's hurry up and build the chicken coop. Take good care of your wound, don't aggravate it and don't get it wet."

"Okay, I understand. I'll come and visit when I have time... I'm afraid I won't be able to take good care of the old hen."

Wen Yao nodded gently: "Okay, I understand. Thank you for taking care of me for a few days. After we get married, I can take care of myself."

"Okay, let's go to the yard."

As the two walked out of the room, Wen Yao suddenly remembered something and asked in a low voice, "Ahem, can you give me back my panties from last time now that you've washed them? Jiang Lie, what's up?"

Jiang Lie looked down at her, his eyes still slightly red: "I know, but I don't remember where I put it. You can come and get it when I find it another day."

"Really? I have a feeling you're not being honest. You're not lying to me, are you? What are you going to do with my panties?"

What was he doing? Of course, it was for comfort when he was about to explode from holding it in. If he returned it, wouldn't he die of pent-up desire at night? "Good Yao Yao, it's just a pair of panties, what do you need?"

"If you don't have enough, I'll make you a few more."

Wen Yao waved her hand: "It's okay, if you can't find it, that's fine. I have other things. Let's go out."

Jiang Lie led her into the courtyard, unable to resist kneading her hands, finding them as addictive as soft dough: "Yaoyao, your hands are so soft, unlike mine."