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Story: My Lady Is So Naughty
Before she could finish, Vande’s head lolled to the side as he slipped into a dazed sleep. Vienna touched his forehead, it was burning hot. Likely an infection from his wounds, causing a fever.
Vienna panicked. A wound infection was serious, it could kill someone. She slapped Vande’s face twice, but he only groaned weakly before falling silent, his cheeks growing redder and his body hotter.
Gritting her teeth, she hoisted Vande onto her back and hurried off in search of a doctor.
The body of the Judd family’s young lady was even more delicate than his own. After walking for a while, she was already panting heavily. She stumbled several times along the way, her knees bleeding. Dragging herself along for half the night, she finally encountered a kind passerby who pointed her in the right direction, and by dawn, she found a physician.
By then, Vande was completely unconscious from the fever. Vienna forced medicine down his throat, but when she tried to rest, she found the hem of her clothes tightly gripped in Vande’s hand. With no other choice, she had to squeeze onto the bed with him.
When she groggily awoke again, it was already noon.
Vienna slowly opened her eyes to see Vande also stirring, his bleary gaze meeting hers.
The sunlight was warm, the blankets cozy, a perfectly harmonious scene. But then Vande suddenly jolted upright, only to wince in pain and collapse back onto the bed with a thud.
“Are you okay?”
Vienna quickly sat up to steady him, but as she did, her bare shoulders clad only in a red undergarment were exposed, sending Vande into a complete meltdown.
“Where are your clothes?!”
Vienna blushed and lowered her head. “I took them off.”
Of course, she had. She had plenty of scrapes and bruises, how else was she supposed to bandage them, especially her knees? Besides, it wasn’t just her. Vande’s pants had reeked, so she’d long since tossed them.
“We’re both adults. What’s there to be shy about? Though it was my first time… and you’re so heavy. You crushed me all night.”
Vienna fiddled with her fingers bashfully, while Vande toppled off the bed in shock. He huddled on the floor, clutching his bare legs, his face so red it looked like it might burst into flames. After a long pause, he pointed a trembling finger at Vienna and rasped: “You’re dead, Vienna. I’m going to kill you.”
Vande had never had any physical contact with a woman in all his years. He had spent over a decade roaming the martial world, consumed by thoughts of settling the score with the Judd family. Never did he expect to encounter Vienna, and now, he was utterly bewildered.
“I never asked for your name?”
Vienna leaned against the bedside, exuding a girlish charm. She hadn’t expected to be called Vienna in this world as well, such a coincidence, as if fate itself had ordained it.
“You don’t need to know that.” Vande tugged his robes on, only to freeze when Vienna let out a soft, coquettish hum. His legs nearly gave out beneath him.
“After all the effort I put in last night, how can you be so heartless? Scoundrels are everywhere, but this year seems especially full of them.”
Vande’s eyelid twitched. In a panic, he clapped a hand over her mouth and blurted, “Vande! My name is Vande!”
“Oh~” Vienna drew out the syllable, pulling his hand away with a bright smile.
“Mr. Vande.”
Vande’s face flushed crimson. He scrambled into the borrowed trousers from the clinic, stammering, “Sh-shut up.”
By noon, Vande and Vienna had consulted the physician at the clinic again.
His fever had subsided, and he was no longer in serious danger, though his flesh wounds still needed careful tending and would take over a month to heal. The kindly old doctor prescribed two more medicines and insisted they stay another night.
“I know you’re young, but you must take care of your health. Especially these days, you need to exercise restraint.”
Vande stiffened, his handsome face burning red. Trembling, he shot Vienna a glance and opened his mouth to speak, only for the old doctor to suddenly pat his back, grinning with deep wrinkles.
“No need to explain. I understand, I understand.”
With that, he stroked his beard and ambled out into the courtyard.
Vande was on the verge of exploding. Vienna quickly poured tea and brought it to his lips. He glared at her but took a sip—
Then paused.
“Did you drink this?”
The question came out of nowhere. Vienna nodded, and Vande’s expression immediately darkened before he clutched his chest in agony.
“Was it good?”
“Not bad.”
“Feeling dizzy now?”
“A little. Why?”
Tears welling in his eyes, Vande patted the back of her hand and rasped after a long moment,
“Don’t talk. I’m exhausted.”
Vienna panicked. A wound infection was serious, it could kill someone. She slapped Vande’s face twice, but he only groaned weakly before falling silent, his cheeks growing redder and his body hotter.
Gritting her teeth, she hoisted Vande onto her back and hurried off in search of a doctor.
The body of the Judd family’s young lady was even more delicate than his own. After walking for a while, she was already panting heavily. She stumbled several times along the way, her knees bleeding. Dragging herself along for half the night, she finally encountered a kind passerby who pointed her in the right direction, and by dawn, she found a physician.
By then, Vande was completely unconscious from the fever. Vienna forced medicine down his throat, but when she tried to rest, she found the hem of her clothes tightly gripped in Vande’s hand. With no other choice, she had to squeeze onto the bed with him.
When she groggily awoke again, it was already noon.
Vienna slowly opened her eyes to see Vande also stirring, his bleary gaze meeting hers.
The sunlight was warm, the blankets cozy, a perfectly harmonious scene. But then Vande suddenly jolted upright, only to wince in pain and collapse back onto the bed with a thud.
“Are you okay?”
Vienna quickly sat up to steady him, but as she did, her bare shoulders clad only in a red undergarment were exposed, sending Vande into a complete meltdown.
“Where are your clothes?!”
Vienna blushed and lowered her head. “I took them off.”
Of course, she had. She had plenty of scrapes and bruises, how else was she supposed to bandage them, especially her knees? Besides, it wasn’t just her. Vande’s pants had reeked, so she’d long since tossed them.
“We’re both adults. What’s there to be shy about? Though it was my first time… and you’re so heavy. You crushed me all night.”
Vienna fiddled with her fingers bashfully, while Vande toppled off the bed in shock. He huddled on the floor, clutching his bare legs, his face so red it looked like it might burst into flames. After a long pause, he pointed a trembling finger at Vienna and rasped: “You’re dead, Vienna. I’m going to kill you.”
Vande had never had any physical contact with a woman in all his years. He had spent over a decade roaming the martial world, consumed by thoughts of settling the score with the Judd family. Never did he expect to encounter Vienna, and now, he was utterly bewildered.
“I never asked for your name?”
Vienna leaned against the bedside, exuding a girlish charm. She hadn’t expected to be called Vienna in this world as well, such a coincidence, as if fate itself had ordained it.
“You don’t need to know that.” Vande tugged his robes on, only to freeze when Vienna let out a soft, coquettish hum. His legs nearly gave out beneath him.
“After all the effort I put in last night, how can you be so heartless? Scoundrels are everywhere, but this year seems especially full of them.”
Vande’s eyelid twitched. In a panic, he clapped a hand over her mouth and blurted, “Vande! My name is Vande!”
“Oh~” Vienna drew out the syllable, pulling his hand away with a bright smile.
“Mr. Vande.”
Vande’s face flushed crimson. He scrambled into the borrowed trousers from the clinic, stammering, “Sh-shut up.”
By noon, Vande and Vienna had consulted the physician at the clinic again.
His fever had subsided, and he was no longer in serious danger, though his flesh wounds still needed careful tending and would take over a month to heal. The kindly old doctor prescribed two more medicines and insisted they stay another night.
“I know you’re young, but you must take care of your health. Especially these days, you need to exercise restraint.”
Vande stiffened, his handsome face burning red. Trembling, he shot Vienna a glance and opened his mouth to speak, only for the old doctor to suddenly pat his back, grinning with deep wrinkles.
“No need to explain. I understand, I understand.”
With that, he stroked his beard and ambled out into the courtyard.
Vande was on the verge of exploding. Vienna quickly poured tea and brought it to his lips. He glared at her but took a sip—
Then paused.
“Did you drink this?”
The question came out of nowhere. Vienna nodded, and Vande’s expression immediately darkened before he clutched his chest in agony.
“Was it good?”
“Not bad.”
“Feeling dizzy now?”
“A little. Why?”
Tears welling in his eyes, Vande patted the back of her hand and rasped after a long moment,
“Don’t talk. I’m exhausted.”