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He felt a soft touch on his back, and Jimo Yuan smelled the fragrance of the woman, something unique and pleasant. He didn't know how to react for a moment.

If his guess was correct, this was Sheng Qiyue that Shen Shaoyan mentioned. She mistook him for Shen... He Wenmao!

Although Jimo Yuan promised to take care of Sheng Qiyue, he never thought about having any contact with her. It is normal for a woman in the harem to fall out of favor, and the same is true for the backyards of ordinary families.

In his mind, he planned to avoid Sheng Qiyue first, and then change back when Shen Shaoyan came back. What happened in the future would have nothing to do with him.

If I had known, if I had known... He closed his eyes. If he had known Sheng Qiyue was on the boat, it would be better for him to be caught in the lake with his legs broken than to take on Shen Shaoyan's identity to deal with women.

After a long time without receiving a response, Sheng Qiyue felt a little disappointed. She slowly loosened her arms around him, walked in front of him, and looked at him with watery eyes full of grievances.

Seeing her face clearly, Jimo Yuan was stunned, and surprise flashed across his eyes. Could it be that He Wenmao's aunt looked so outstanding? No wonder Shen Shaoyan couldn't control himself.

She looked up at him, the bright moonlight covered her with a veil, her eyebrows and eyes were as delicate as a painting, and even her hair was hazy and soft, as if she was a fairy walking out of a painting.

Sheng Qiyue felt that He Wenmao was a little strange tonight. Her heart tightened and she grabbed his hand and shook it gently.

"Master, did I do something wrong?"

Jimo Yuan had never had such close contact with a woman before, and felt a little uncomfortable. He opened his mouth, recalling the voice of He Wenmao, and finally said only one word.

"No."

Sheng Qiyue pouted her pink lips and said dissatisfiedly: "Then why are you ignoring me?"

Jimo Yuan didn't know how to answer, but an idea suddenly occurred to him and he said, "I fell asleep."

Sheng Qiyue was shocked. How could he fall asleep while standing?

Seeing that she didn't doubt him, Jimo Yuan relaxed a little and talked more: "It's not dawn yet, go back and get some more sleep."

Sheng Qiyue pulled him inside: "Then let's go together."

Jimo Yuan was frozen in place, Sheng Qiyue frowned, "What's wrong with you?"

"I……"

"You're injured!" Sheng Qiyue looked at the blood on his white robe and was very anxious: "What happened? Did someone come up and beat you up?"

Jimo Yuan saw that she was about to cry. Although he knew that she was not worried about him, he still felt strange in his heart.

Sheng Qiyue's eyes were red. Seeing that he was not in a hurry, she was furious: "Why don't you say something? What's going on?"

"It's just a minor injury." Jimo Yuan coughed lightly, not daring to look at her again, and said, "A thief got on board just now, and I got hit when I fought back."

"So you didn't say anything because you were afraid I would find out?" Sheng Qiyue burst into tears: "I was wrong. I shouldn't have been so petty with you."

Jimo Yuan was at a loss when he saw her crying. What would Shen Shaoyan do if he encountered this situation? "

Sheng Qiyue wiped away her tears and choked up, "Don't stand there, let me see your injury."

Jimo Yuan sat down awkwardly. There happened to be a stool next to him, the same one on which Shen Shaoyan had just rested his eyes.

Sheng Qiyue carefully rolled up his trouser legs and wiped the blood with a trembling handkerchief.

"You're lying. You've even seen the bones. Isn't that serious?"

Jimo Yuan felt a little overwhelmed when he saw that she was about to cry again. It turned out that women were made of water and would cry at the slightest provocation.

But he didn't hate it in his heart. Instead, he felt a little pity for her and comforted her gently, "Don't cry. It's just scary to look at. It will be fine in two days."

He took out some medicine and sprinkled it on the wound little by little, and the bleeding stopped quickly.

Sheng Qiyue didn't ask him why he had gold medicine, but took out a clean handkerchief to bandage him.

She had an inexplicable intuition that He Wenmao, whom she had met in her previous life, had come back again. Did this mean that she was going to fall out of favor?

Sheng Qiyue would never allow it.

She thought that no matter what He Wenmao became, she would hold his heart firmly.

Jimo Yuan put down his trouser legs and saw Sheng Qiyue looking at him with complicated eyes. His heart tightened. Could it be that she saw that he was not Shen Shaoyan?

Sheng Qiyue didn't know what he was thinking, so she stood up and said, "I won't tell anyone about your injury."

Seeing that she didn't seem to doubt him, Jimo Yuan tentatively put his arm around her waist. Sheng Qiyue sat in his arms and rested her head on his chest.

Jimo Yuan didn't know what to do, but Sheng Qiyue's friendly and dependent look dispelled his doubts.

A muffled voice came from my ear: "Master, you won't abandon me, right?"

Uh...how did she know that he was planning to ignore her? Touching Sheng Qiyue's expectant eyes, Jimo Yuan didn't want her to be sad, so he hesitated for a moment and said, "No."

Sheng Qiyue smiled as bright as a flower, kissed him on the lips, stood up, and did not notice Jimo Yuan's absent-minded look.

"Let's go back and find a doctor to check your wound."

Jimo Yuan came back to his senses, resisted the urge to touch his lips, and calmed himself.

"No need." He said, "My injury cannot be known to others, and I cannot go to the clinic."

Sheng Qiyue was puzzled: "Do you think the people at the clinic will tell father? Are you afraid that father will punish you?"

"...So be it."

"Actually, I think my father cares about you a lot." Sheng Qiyue whispered. His teacher was a famous scholar in the city. If the prefect had not lowered his face to beg him, how could he possibly teach a dandy boy with a bad reputation?

Jimo Yuan nodded slightly. Judging from the investigation, this was indeed the case.

"Continue the cruise on the lake. We'll go back tomorrow morning."

Sheng Qiyue pursed her lips: "Is this really okay?"

"It's okay." Jimo Yuan had suffered a lot for the sake of practicing martial arts since he was a child. This kind of injury could only be considered a minor one. Apart from hindering his walking, he didn't even blink an eye.

"Okay then." Sheng Qiyue said, "How about we go to the room? There are big windows over there, you can enjoy the night breeze, see the scenery, and it will be convenient for you to rest."

Jimo Yuan had no reason to refuse.

Lying on the spacious bed, Sheng Qiyue leaned on his chest and fell asleep soon.

He lay straight like this all night.

The next morning, the pleasure boat docked. Sheng Qiyue was awakened by Jimo Yuan. She looked at him with misty eyes, "Are we going back?"

Jimo Yuan nodded, his eyes inadvertently glimpsed a corner of her disheveled clothes, and the tip of her ear was a little red.

Sheng Qiyue simply washed up and reached out for a hug out of habit. Thinking of the young master's injured leg, she was about to withdraw her hand, but was picked up by Jimo Yuan.

She exclaimed and subconsciously hugged his neck.

The two were very close and could feel each other's warm breath. Jimo Yuan's face turned red under the mask.

Sheng Qiyue said hurriedly: "Master, you can't do it. Your foot is injured. Let me down quickly."

No? Jimo Yuan didn't like these two words. He held her tightly and felt that she was light and soft, and her body smelled good.

Finally, he saw the carriage parked by the Yue Lake. It was the one that was mentioned in the information as being used exclusively by He Wenmao, so he carried Sheng Qiyue up.

On the way back, Jimo Yuan lifted the car curtain and looked at the soldiers outside rushing in and out of the clinic with deep eyes.