Wife Can't Escape

Chapter 64

Song Luan's wet clothes clung to her body, and her hand was forced to press on his wound.

Her palms were now stained with his blood.

She got up from the bath tub, wiped the blood on her hands with a cloth, and sniffed it, but she could still smell the metallic taste.

As soon as she changed her clean clothes, Zhao Nanyu came out with a bare chest.

To stop the blood from flowing out his wound, he got the medicine from the cabinet, sprinkled it on his bloody wound, and took a breath of pain. Song Luan pretended not to hear his gasp, she only stopped for a moment, dried her hair, and crawled back to bed.

Song Luan didn't know how he got the injury. He was a handsome scholar that didn't need to dance with knives and swords.

She had no intentions asking Zhao Nanyu. She was not interested in his affairs.

Most of Song Luan's face was hidden under the quilt. Even if she tried to closed her eyes, she still couldn't sleep.

After Zhao Nanyu wrapped his wounds with bandage, he laid on her side. The light fragrance of Song Luan filled the tip of his nose, and he put his arm around her waist. He took the woman into his arms, and hummed softly.

Song Luan didn't know where he learned the tune, but it was really nice and calming.

Zhao Nanyu slept but got woken up in the middle of the night by Song Luan's nightmares.

She unconsciously grabbed him by the corner of his clothes. Her petite body that curled up, went straight into his arms, and her tears were almost on the corner of her eyes.

Her consciousness was not clear. She was in a daze, as she choked and said, "It's painful. It really hurts..."

All her bones felt cold, and everything inside her body couldn't breathe.

The cramps in her lower abdomen felt like it was being pricked by people one by one.

Her dream only reflected the vast expanse of dark red colors. The whole world seems to be pasted with blood.

Hearing her voice, Zhao Nanyu's face suddenly turned pale. He couldn't make a noise. He could only hold her tightly while he murmured in a low voice, "Don't be afraid. It doesn't hurt, it won't hurt any more."

Song Luan obviously couldn't remember what he said last night. She stretched out and got up from the bed. The sunshine was just right, and the winter sun was a little dazzling.

Song Luan found that the two beauties sent by the old lady yesterday were missing. She asked grandma Lin casually, "What about the two girls?"

Grandma Lin replied, "Donghui is not sensible. She bumped into young master last night and was disposed of. As for the other one, she was sent back to the old lady by the young master."

Donghui was beaten by a board before being sent out of the house. The young master's ruthless methods made people cover their mouth. The person being beaten couldn't make a sound. Her blood was blurred and it made everyone who witnessed it feel frightened.

It's more about killing a chicken to scare a monkey.

Last night, the young master asked the servants to wash the blood on the ground, for fear that it might scare his wife.

None of the servants mentioned this to her.

Song Luan was indifferent, but she sighed in a pitiful tone, "I think those two girls are quite beautiful."

They were just too anxious, and didn't find the right time.

"Not half as beautiful as Madam." Grandma Lin said.