Jane, like a few other apothecaries, sometimes took on the role of a physician for commoners who couldn’t easily get medical treatment. Though she emphasized that it was an experience she never wanted to repeat, Ian remained steadfast.
“If you do it, I’m sure there’ll be a scar. An ugly one.”
“I don’t mind scars.”
Ian, in fact, liked the idea of having a scar. It wasn’t a thought befitting an eight-year-old, but anything Jane gave him, even a scar, was precious.
“It’ll be less painful and quicker if a physician does it!”
“You know how well I endure pain. But I can’t stand others touching me. Please, Jane, do it.”
After a deep sigh, she began treating him, her face full of worry.
“Doesn’t it hurt?”
“It does…”
Although the deep cut stung, it was nothing compared to the constant pain he endured. Still, Ian pretended it hurt more. Each time he claimed to be in pain, her touches became more careful.
Jane took a long time to stitch the small wound, being careful not to leave a scar. Despite calling herself unskilled, her work was quite adept for a twelve-year-old girl.
“I hope it doesn’t leave a scar…”
‘I wouldn’t mind if it left a big scar… A scar Jane made for me. I hope it lasts a long time.’
Ian swallowed these thoughts. He didn’t want to disappoint her.
After carefully wrapping the wound with a white bandage, she sternly instructed him not to wet it or move it much to avoid complications.
“Absolute rest, got it?”
“I will.”
As Ian nodded with a pale face, Jane ruffled his hair with her hand.
“Oh, you’re so good. It must have hurt, but you didn’t even whine…”
She tousled his sweat-drenched hair, and while Ian didn’t mind her warm fingers, he pushed her hand away. He disliked being treated like a child, especially by her.
After all, she wasn’t really an adult either. At just 12 years old, only four years his senior, her attempts to act like an adult in front of him were irksome to him.
Of course, he was aware that most of the emotions she felt towards him were similar to those one feels towards a weak, small animal: pity, sympathy, and affection. Yet, while Ian exploited her sympathy when needed, he resented being treated as a child.
“If you don’t want to be treated that way, you shouldn’t have gotten hurt. How can you expect to be treated like an adult when you can’t even take care of your own body?”
“That’s…”
Ian couldn’t bring himself to say that the only way he thought of to see her was to get hurt, as he could already imagine her reaction. So, he remained silent.
Jane, finding his demeanor cute, playfully tapped the chubby cheeks he hadn’t yet lost with the tip of her finger.
Such an action would seem quite bold for a commoner towards a prince, but the servants, accustomed to their relationship, simply accepted it.
“Now that the treatment is done, tell me. How did you get hurt?”
“I fell during sword training.”
“You got a wound like this from falling? Did you fall on a blade or something? How do you fall and end up with a wound that looks deliberately inflicted?”
Faced with her sharp questioning, Ian once again kept silent.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
