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The next morning, as Ye Chen opened his eyes, he was greeted by the cool and handsome face of Pei Guanjing, who smiled gently at him and said, "A Chen, you’re awake."
So much had happened yesterday, and after a good night's sleep, Ye Chen finally felt clear-headed. He didn't know what to say and was too lazy to get out of bed, so he simply nestled under the covers, remaining quiet and still.
Pei Guanjing had always been indulgent with him; since he didn’t want to get up, Pei Guanjing wouldn’t force him.
As a person nursing serious injuries, Pei Guanjing endured the pain from his back wound. He pushed himself up carefully over Ye Chen and slowly got dressed.
Pei Guanjing was tall, easily around six feet three inches, with a perfect proportion that made him look like a walking clothes hanger. His long legs were so striking that when standing next to Ye Chen, they nearly reached Ye Chen's chest.
Ye Chen silently compared himself in his mind and felt a wave of discomfort. Why was he not dressed like Tian Qian but instead ended up as a useless Kun Ze?
Noticing Ye Chen's intense gaze, Pei Guanjing turned back after getting dressed. He sat on the edge of the bed and gently touched Ye Chen's cheek with his hand. His movements were tender, and his voice was filled with warmth as he said, "A Chen, it’s time to get up."
Ye Chen shook his head lazily, his voice muffled with sleepiness. "I’m a bit tired; I want to sleep a little longer."
Seeing this, Pei Guanjing’s lips curled into a slight smile, revealing a hint of affection. "Alright then, I’ll help you wash up." With that, he opened the door and went out to fetch water, looking very much like someone ready to serve him as a personal attendant.
As soon as Pei Guanjing stepped outside, the voice of the farmer's wife echoed in the yard. From her tone, it was clear she was a warm-hearted woman. "Oh, you’re up so early! Where is your lady? Is she still asleep?"
Pei Guanjing politely replied, "She’s feeling a bit sleepy and is still resting; please excuse her."
The woman paused for a moment before bursting into hearty laughter. "No worries! Breakfast is ready in the kitchen. My Lord, please remember to take some to your lady later."
"Thank you very much," he said.
Inside the room, Ye Chen felt a wave of frustration wash over him. Why couldn’t it simply be that he was tired? Did everyone have to assume there was something more urgent between him and Pei Guanjing?
When Pei Guanjing returned with hot water, Ye Chen had already gotten out of bed. Pei Guanjing smiled silently, knowing that Ye Chen must have overheard his conversation with the woman, which was why he couldn't continue sleeping.
After washing his face, Pei Guanjing came back in with a tray of food. Seeing Pei Guanjing in this domestic role, Ye Chen couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. Back at the Canteen and Medical Camp, he had always been the one serving Pei Guanjing; now, the roles had reversed, and he found it a bit hard to adjust.
The table was set with simple fare—mostly coarse grains and little meat. In these chaotic times, the people of Yunzhou were already better off than those in other states by tenfold just to have this much to eat.
After finishing his porridge, Ye Chen noticed blood seeping through Pei Guanjing's robe. He wore a dark long gown, but that particular area was distinctly darker.
A faint scent of pine mingled with the blood, causing Ye Chen to frown. "Your wound has reopened; let me rebandage it."
As Pei Guanjing was about to take away his empty bowl, Ye Chen called him back. He reached out and grabbed Pei Guanjing's arm, pulling him gently toward the bed. Pei Guanjing obediently followed him over.
Sitting on the bed, Ye Chen skillfully unfastened Pei Guanjing's robe and removed his shirt. Sure enough, the white cloth that had been wrapped around the wound was soaked with blood and seemed to be worsening.
Pei Guanjing watched as Ye Chen stared intently at his injury, lost in thought as if the one who was hurt wasn't himself but rather this concerned young man before him.
"Does it hurt? The wound is almost festering; you don't feel anything at all?" Ye Chen asked with a slight frown as he gently prodded the swollen flesh around the wound, careful not to cause Pei Guanjing any pain.
Pei Guanjing shook his head lightly, his voice low and gentle. "It doesn't hurt, A Chen."
Ye Chen glanced at him; Pei Guanjing's gaze was steadfast and unwavering. With no other option, he set aside what he was doing and said seriously, "Wait for me here." With that, he picked up the empty bowl and hurried toward the kitchen.
Before long, he returned with a basin of hot water and some bandages that he must have borrowed from the farmer.
"Alright, don't move; turn around so I can rebandage you."
Ye Chen directed Pei Guanjing to turn around, and Pei Guanjing raised an eyebrow at him before obediently complying.
As he wiped the wound with clean water, Pei Guanjing's arm, propped up on the blanket, revealed prominent veins, clearly indicating he was enduring pain. Ye Chen caught sight of this and felt a tightening in his chest; his movements slowed significantly as he became more cautious.
A few rays of sunlight filtered through the crack in the door, illuminating the dust dancing in the air. The young man was focused on applying medicine to the man sitting on the bed with his back turned to him, creating a moment of tranquil harmony that resembled a genuine couple.
Ye Chen's hands instinctively tended to Pei Guanjing's injury, but his mind was in a haze, mechanically wrapping the white cloth around Pei Guanjing's wounded back.
The slender wrist of the boy moved from behind him to his chest and then back again, repeating the motion. The warm embrace from behind ebbed and flowed with each movement; their contact felt fleeting like a dragonfly skimming the surface of water, yet it quickened his heartbeat.
Suddenly, Pei Guanjing grasped Ye Chen's hand that had moved to his chest. With Ye Chen's side pressed against Pei Guanjing's heated back, he turned his face slightly in confusion and asked, "What's wrong?"
Pei Guanjing caressed the boy's soft hand in his grasp, his throat tightening as he spoke in a hoarse voice, "A Chen, when we return this time, I will propose to your father. Let's get married soon, okay?"
At these words, Ye Chen felt as if he had been scalded; he quickly withdrew his wrist with force, causing the bandage wrapped around Pei Guanjing's chest to slip down a bit. Pei Guanjing paused, looking at the now empty space where Ye Chen's delicate wrist had been, and raised his head in confusion.
"A Chen, you..."
Ye Chen hurriedly waved his hand, an awkward smile spreading across his face as he stammered an explanation. "No, I didn't mean it like that! Don't think too much about it. I just... I feel like I'm still young. We don't need to rush into this. Besides, I'm not even fifteen yet. Tianqi and Kun Ze get married at sixteen; we can't break the law, right? Hahaha..."
In that laughter lay a clear sense of panic and uncertainty.
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