On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 327 If I Had a Wife

Chapter 327: Chapter 327 If I Had a Wife

"Uh..." Leng Yu Yan was at a loss for words for a moment before she slowly opened her mouth, "I’ll sleep on the floor then."

"No way!" Ye Yiheng’s face turned cold instantly, "You’re a woman, how can you sleep on the floor?"

Seeing his expression so stern and the chill of his aura suddenly spreading out, Leng Yu Yan was stunned on the spot.

He was looking out for her, she understood that.

But when he wasn’t smiling, he indeed looked fierce, making her unsure of how to respond.

The two stood facing each other, and for a while, the atmosphere was quite awkward.

Perhaps realizing he had been too harsh, he softened his tone, "I’ll sleep on it."

Ye Yiheng saw a straw mat rolled up behind the door, one with a cloth strip tied around it and standing vertically, and he walked over to prepare to tear open the cloth strip and spread the straw mat on the floor.

Leng Yu Yan hurriedly followed him, her delicate white fingers grasping the corner of his sleeve, "We..."

Ye Yiheng’s hand, which was pulling on the cloth strip, paused as he heard her say, "I’ll help you change your dressing."

"Okay," he agreed with a single word.

Hearing his agreement, Leng Yu Yan then retracted her hand that had been pinching his sleeve and turned around to take gauze and ointment from her satchel.

Rummaging through her satchel for a bit, she realized she needed to remind him to undress, so she said, "You should open up your clothes first."

As she was speaking and turned back toward him, she discovered that he’d already taken a seat on the edge of the bed, with the upper half of his robe fully open and piled around his sturdy waist.

He undressed so quickly?

The question passed through her mind just as she inadvertently caught a glimpse of his cold, white skin under the candlelight, covered with a warm glow, his abs clearly defined, extending downward...

She barely saw the V-lines!

Was this something she was supposed to see?

Why had he undressed so hastily, leaving his clothes hanging loosely and partly open?

With just one glance, she could see his eight-pack abs and the mysterious V-lines.

Leng Yu Yan hurriedly shifted her gaze upward, and, as luck would have it, it landed on his chest.

She couldn’t deny that his muscles had smooth lines; she quickly lowered her eyelids.

She constantly berated herself internally; when he was injured, lying on the bed and getting wrapped up, someone else helped, and there was no embarrassment then.

But now, it was all about awkwardness!

The mountains were serene, and this room was extraordinarily quiet, with only the whistling sound of the mountain breeze through the cracks in the windows and door.

The weather was getting colder.

She walked over quickly, gathered her composure, and said, "Turn your back to me."

Ye Yiheng "hmm’ed" in acknowledgment, swinging one leg onto the edge of the bed and turning his back to her.

With that turn, the corners of his eyebrows moved slightly. Was this girl feeling shy?

Could women feel shy upon seeing a man’s body?

It was only then that Leng Yu Yan quietly exhaled, her fingers reaching out to untie the gauze, and what she saw was the shocking wound.

Her breath hitched, and a painful sensation welled up in her chest.

Ordinary people, with such a wound, would be resting on a comfortable bed for a good month, and some might even need half a year.

Yet he had traveled such a long road, not to mention the wound; he had only thought of her, calling him "Li Yu," an excuse for the wound’s pain to embrace her in his arms.

Throughout the journey, he seemed like a man of iron, unaware of what pain felt like.

Leng Yu Yan’s slightly warm fingertips gently stroked the wound she had sewn herself, her voice choking slightly, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn’t hurt anymore," Ye Yiheng said with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

With her concern and sympathy, the pain was completely ignorable.

"How can it not hurt? The sword wound is a foot long, slashing diagonally across your back. Those two arrows, with their backward-facing barbs, pulled out a lot of flesh when removed."

Before pulling out the arrows, she had already cut open some flesh; otherwise, pulling them out directly would have been excruciating.

Now, however, he said it didn’t hurt.

The anesthesia from the pain-relief pellet had worn off long ago—how could it possibly not hurt?

This person must be enduring it constantly.

"It really doesn’t hurt," he said again. "You don’t need to worry!"

His voice, in the chill of a winter night, was as clear and cold as jade, yet miraculously carried a hint of warmth.

Leng Yu Yan’s index finger scooped up the ointment and spread it evenly over his wound. As a doctor, she was well aware of how painful this kind of injury could be.

And so she was as gentle as possible, to avoid causing him more pain.

A warm finger trailed softly across his back, with meticulous tenderness. Ye Yiheng’s lips curved upwards unconsciously, smiling more and more. It was rare to see her without a hint of sharpness.

But today, he had seen it!

He wished to live a long life, to tie her completely to his side, to monopolize her tenderness!

After applying a layer of ointment, the redness of the wound had faded slightly. Leng Yu Yan picked up the ointment jar to scoop more when, upon looking up, his entire back came into view.

Apart from the injury, she clearly saw the smooth and tense lines of his back.

Such muscle definition was not excessively bulky, nor was it frail; it conveyed just the right sense of strength...

And was overwhelmingly filled with the sensation of bursting hormones.

Despite suffering from cold disease, this person had such an impressive physique.

In the modern era, such a body would surely elicit screams from countless women.

Compelled as if by some force, she said, "Such a good physique must not be scarred!"

He asked, "What did you say?"

He had heard clearly; he just wanted to hear her say it again.

Leng Yu Yan pursed her lips: "I said it must not be scarred."

"A few scars on a man aren’t a big deal."

His smile was slight, and his normally stern face instantly softened.

"That won’t do either. In any case, I don’t like it."

No sooner had she spoken those words than Leng Yu Yan hastily covered her mouth. Why would she say such a thing?

She must be crazy!

Hurriedly, she explained, "What I mean is I don’t like scars myself."

A glint of amusement passed through his eyes as he chuckled, uncovering her true meaning: "But what you just said was that you don’t like scars on me."

Feeling a rush of heat on her face, Leng Yu Yan felt compelled to explain: "If you have scars on your back, you won’t be able to see them, but your future wife will."

If one day their transactional relationship truly came to an end, he would surely have a wife whom he truly wished to marry. At that time, if she saw his back.

His back would bear the marks of her stitching...

By then, she would have no relation to him, so it was best to remove the scars, so they could cleanly break ties.

Thinking this, she felt an inexplicable pang of sourness in her heart.

Moreover, such a perfect physique really shouldn’t be marred by scars.

He laughed again, "Yanyan doesn’t like to see them, so once the wound heals, I’ll do as Yanyan wishes and get rid of the scars."

"No, that’s not right!" She became more flustered the more she spoke, hastily adding, "What I meant was your future real wife, the day our transaction comes to an end..."

He turned around, fixing her with a gaze as he smiled with an air of graceful magnificence, his handsome features shining: "If I have a wife, you will be the only one!"

"Turn around."

Her voice was tender and melodious, laced with endless shyness.

Turning his back to her again, he added, "Our transactional partnership will continue. And I say again, if I marry, you will be the only wife!"

The best way to keep her tied to his side before she gave her heart to him was through their transactional partnership.

Yes, he was that selfish!

For the sake of such a wonderful person, he wanted to live a long life, to forever keep her tied to him!

Finally steering the conversation back to their partnership, Leng Yu Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "Since it’s a transactional partnership, think rationally, is your body not allowed to sleep on the floor?"

"Yes, and your body cannot either." He tilted his head slightly, "Since it’s a transactional partnership, we should sleep together on the bed."