Chapter 493: The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor
Chapter 493: Who is More extravagant (1)
Knowing that Xiao Ruiyuan would come over in the next two days, Mo Yan didn’t close the doors of the courtyard and the small hall. There were guards outside and three beasts inside, so she wasn’t worried about anyone intruding.
When Xiao Ruiyuan arrived, he saw Mo Yan sitting at her desk, writing and drawing, with a thick stack of papers already piled up beside her.
Mo Yan was focused on drawing the blueprints and didn’t notice the presence of another person behind her.
Seeing her so absorbed, Xiao Ruiyuan didn’t want to disturb her and stood quietly by her side, waiting. Although his expression remained cold and indifferent, his eyes were like a sunlit pool, deep and warm.
The small study was lit by two lamps, brightening the room. The occasional crackle of the oil lamps added to the cozy and peaceful atmosphere.
After finishing the last blueprint, Mo Yan looked at the nearly perfect design and nodded in satisfaction. All these designs were related to the winery. She had designed them based on the specific terrain of the land where the winery would be built. This way, not only could the land be used to its fullest potential, but the winery would also showcase its natural beauty.
Stretching lazily, Mo Yan eased her stiff neck and shoulders, exposing her injured hand. Before she could pull it back, a cool hand enveloped her left wrist.
"How could you be so careless?"
Startled, Mo Yan’s hairs stood on end. Before she could turn to see who it was, a low, displeased voice came from above:
Seeing the white cloth wrapped around her hand, Xiao Ruiyuan found it extremely irritating. Especially when he faintly smelled the ointment, his expression grew darker. "Is it badly hurt?" Otherwise, why would it be wrapped so tightly? Thinking of this possibility, his brows furrowed tightly. Without waiting for her response, he untied the knot on her wrist and gently removed the layers of white cloth.
Xiao Ruiyuan’s movements were swift, and Mo Yan, still immersed in the joy of their reunion, didn’t have time to react before the wound on the back of her hand was exposed to the air.
The wound was long and deep. Even though it had been washed with spring water and treated with ointment several times, it was still very noticeable. Mo Yan’s hand was fair and tender, making the wound appear even more gruesome. Xiao Ruiyuan’s expression darkened further as he looked at it.
The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and Mo Yan shivered, feeling a bit scared for no reason. She didn’t dare to look at Xiao Ruiyuan’s gloomy face. Realizing her cowardly reaction, she chided herself: She hadn’t done anything wrong, and the injury was for her sake. Why should she feel guilty or afraid?
Thinking this, Mo Yan didn’t dare to voice her thoughts aloud. She looked at Xiao Ruiyuan’s cold face and secretly felt a bit happy. He must care about her... right?
With this thought, her heart filled with sweetness, and her clear eyes unconsciously showed a touch of affection.
Xiao Ruiyuan, unaware of her thoughts, felt a surge of indescribable agitation when the girl he loved stared at him so directly. His handsome face instantly turned slightly red.
He kept his face stern to hide his inner turmoil. Quickly, he took out a bottle of top-quality medicine from his waist and gently took Mo Yan’s hand. He carefully applied the medicine to her wound, treating her hand as if it were a precious, fragile porcelain.
Mo Yan sat still, watching Xiao Ruiyuan change her dressing. The gentle touch on her hand seemed to reach her heart, filling her with a warm, tingling sensation.
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