Rebirth: Inheriting Millions In The Eighties
Chapter 819 - 817: You’re Hurt

Chapter 819: Chapter 817: You’re Hurt

Lu Tingli couldn’t help but chuckle softly, his eyes deep with meaning as he looked at her: "My kidneys are in excellent shape, do you want to give them a try?"

Xia Ningxing glowered, "...Get lost!"

If she had known, she wouldn’t have shown concern for him, only to be teased in return!

Her cheeks puffed with embarrassment and anger, her clear eyes glaring furiously at him, resembling an irritated little squirrel—indeed a sight to behold.

Lu Tingli’s lips curved into a slight smile.

The bright moonlight shone upon the man’s handsome and flawless face, making his already jade-like complexion glow with a soft sheen, like the Milky Way faintly stirring.

His thin lips pursed slightly, his narrow eyes cast upon her face, and his distinct knuckles reached out toward her, gently pinching her swollen cheeks.

The touch was incredibly soft.

It was like caressing the finest silk, slippery and memorable for life, even causing one’s heart to race uncontrollably.

Lu Tingli seemed to become addicted to this sensation, pinching her several times in succession.

Worried about hurting her, his movements were very gentle and soft, like a feather brushing over the surface of a lake, creating gentle ripples.

Xia Ningxing never expected him to suddenly tease her like this. She froze instantly, as if someone had struck her acupoint, with her eyes wide in disbelief, foolishly staring at him.

What was he doing?

Was he treating her face like dough?

Dammit!

Didn’t he know that pinching like this could make the skin lose its elasticity!

Once she snapped out of it, Xia Ningxing planted a kick straight into his chest, clean and decisive, her eyes still glaring fiercely at him.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice rising sharply, with a wary look in her eyes as if she was afraid he would take advantage of his drunkenness.

After all, too many men lack self-control when drunk.

"Hiss!" She had kicked with so much force that Lu Tingli bent over in pain, clutching his abdomen tightly, his eyebrows almost twisted into the character for "river," unable to answer her question.

Sweat continuously oozed from his forehead, and even his lips twitched a couple of times, showing he was truly in deep pain.

Indeed, Xia Ningxing had Inner Strength, and the fact that Lu Tingli’s physique was sturdy was fortunate; if it had been an ordinary man, he would probably have broken several ribs.

Xia Ningxing hadn’t expected to actually hit him, let alone hit him so hard. She immediately touched her nose guiltily, and couldn’t even dare to look him in the eye anymore: "Why didn’t you dodge just now!"

With his martial arts skills, it was impossible for him not to dodge her kick.

So she hadn’t controlled her strength because her kick was never supposed to reach him.

But unexpectedly... it did hit!

At this moment, Xia Ningxing could only be relieved that she didn’t hit "there," else his life might have been childless from then on.

Lu Tingli’s face darkened, the words nearly grinding through his teeth: "I didn’t guard against you just now!"

How could he have expected that merely touching her cheek would provoke such a reaction from her.

It was so frustrating!

After all, she was the one he had married through proper channels!

And he wasn’t even allowed to touch her?

Xia Ningxing didn’t expect this turn, her face sullen as she asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"Nonsense!" Lu Tingli rolled his eyes at her, clearly annoyed.

Seeing this, Xia Ningxing had no choice but to say, "Then, shall I have a servant call the Imperial Physician for you, Prince?"

As she spoke, she prepared to go out and call for someone.

"Summon the Imperial Physician?" Lu Tingli, as if he had heard some ridiculous joke, immediately endured the pain and grabbed her, fixing her with a stare: "Do you want everyone tomorrow to know that this Prince was injured by his own Queen? Do you want people to laugh at this Prince, or do you want yourself to earn the reputation of a shrew?"

Xia Ningxing choked, stopping in her tracks: "...I didn’t think that far."

Lu Tingli sighed with resignation, not minding her simplicity: "Fine, just come over here and rub it for me."

He lifted his hand, signaling her to come over.

"Oh..." Xia Ningxing complied, and her delicate, boneless hands gently massaged his chest.

Lu Tingli looked down with a slight bend of his brows to see the girl earnestly massaging his chest with her soft hands, round and round, with just the right amount of pressure.

The pain slowly lessened.

A smile played on the corners of his lips, and sleepiness crept over him unawares.

After massaging for a while, just as Xia Ningxing was about to ask how he was feeling, she saw he had already closed his eyes, and had fallen asleep with a look of contentment.

"Lu..."

Just as she was about to call out to wake him, she held back upon seeing the fatigue etched between his brows.

Thinking of the hardships this man endured during his childhood, Xia Ningxing hesitated for two seconds before she carefully lifted the man onto her back and personally carried him to the bed.

She removed his boots for him, and covered him with a blanket.

"You too are a pitiful person, just like me." Perhaps it was the recognition of a kindred spirit, Xia Ningxing afforded him tenderness along with a touch of sentiment.

In the bed, Lu Tingli who was feigning sleep felt an upsurge of warmth within, feeling the girl’s movements as she covered him with the blanket.

A person accustomed to neglect, on receiving a bit of attention and care, might appear unperturbed on the surface, but deep inside, it’s like a tumultuous storm, forever remembering this warmth.

After making sure he was settled, Xia Ningxing then laid down on the bed to rest as well.

Around midnight, Xia Ningxing felt a strong, dull ache in her lower abdomen, and a continuous flow of something leaking out from her body.

Her eyebrows knitted slightly, but she did not panic.

After all, in an age of information overload, even middle school textbooks detailed menstruation, so it was hard for her not to know about it.

She was already fifteen and a half this year, and at this age, getting her period was perfectly normal.

The moment he smelled the blood, Lu Tingli’s eyes snapped open, and his long, narrow eyes became sharp and fierce, as if a violent storm was about to break out.

As someone who had lived on the edge of the knife for years, he was especially sensitive to the smell of blood.

The thought of a frail woman being in the room led him to leap off the bed in an instant, landing beside her to protect her, and he comforted her with a low voice: "There must be an assassin in the Prince Mansion who has injured someone, don’t be afraid, I will protect you."

Xia Ningxing, who was about to get up and clean herself, froze abruptly, her gaze widening, her expression a complex one as she watched him.

This fellow, after all, was a grown man in his twenties, could he really not know about a woman’s period?

An assassin, moreover...

Was he trying to make her die of laughter?

Xia Ningxing couldn’t help but facepalm, wishing she could let out a long, wailing howl to the sky.

Confronted with such a gaze, Lu Tingli was somewhat puzzled, but soon he noticed that something was amiss.

Wait, wasn’t the blood scent emanating from this young lady?

"Are you hurt?" Lu Tingli’s heart raced with both worry and anger.

Damn it!

What kind of assassin could injure his woman right under his nose!