A Good Country Wife
Chapter 154 Poor Little Thing_1

Chapter 154: Chapter 154 Poor Little Thing_1

With the warm, fragrant softness in his embrace, Zhao Erhu took in the sweet scent wafting to his nose. Although he initially harbored tender thoughts, his expression turned grave upon seeing the large swath of bruised skin, mottled black and purple. His heart ached intensely; no longer could he be distracted by other thoughts.

"You silly girl, you’re badly hurt, and still you pretend to be strong."

Zhao Erhu couldn’t resist gently touching the wound, which caused Lin Yue to sharply inhale and cry out in pain, "Brother Erhu, be gentle, it hurts!" Lin Yue had been somewhat shy at first, but now, in her pain, she forgot all decorum, afraid that Zhao Erhu would touch her wound again. Her voice was so filled with misery that it gave him quite a fright.

"How are you, Niuniu? Does it hurt badly? That scoundrel, Zhao Er Gou, to hit you so hard—I will not spare him!" Seeing Lin Yue’s face pale with pain, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at him, Zhao Erhu couldn’t bear it. He cursed Zhao Er Gou to high heaven.

In the middle of the night, it wasn’t advisable to seek a doctor. Fortunately, Lin Yue had only sustained a bruise on her back and was not injured elsewhere. Zhao Erhu didn’t know much about medicine, but he knew how to treat a bruise. The family always had a stock of common remedies for hunting injuries at home, so there was no need to look elsewhere. He fetched a bottle of medicinal liquor from the cabinet.

"Niuniu, your back is badly bruised. I need to massage the bruise with medicinal liquor right away; otherwise, you might develop a complication. It might hurt a bit, so can you bear with it?" Zhao Erhu said, kissing Lin Yue’s forehead as if to comfort her, his actions filled with tenderness and compassion. The delicate girl was very afraid of pain, but a temporary hurt was better than prolonged suffering. Untreated, the bruise could cause other problems and lead to more suffering.

Thinking back to the sharp pain earlier, Lin Yue felt her scalp tingle and was unwilling to agree, "It hurts badly. Let’s not touch it. I know about bruises; they will heal on their own after a few days."

"You really are a delicate girl. This is not just a minor bruise; it won’t heal that easily. I can’t let you have your way. I’ll be very gentle; just bear with it." Zhao Erhu was a principled man and would never take Lin Yue’s health lightly. He turned his face away to avoid seeing the pitiful, coquettish look of his young wife.

"It’s not as severe as you say."

"Be good, Niuniu, I’m doing this for your sake." Zhao Erhu could be determined when necessary, and he directly grabbed his reluctant little wife. Fearing that Lin Yue would struggle, he pinned her down with his arms and legs and began to apply the medicinal liquor to the wound, massaging it gently.

"Ah! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, Zhao Erhu, you jerk! Didn’t you say you’d be gentle? Why are you being so rough? It really hurts! You liar, let me go, or I won’t talk to you ever again." Lin Yue initially tried to endure it, but as Zhao Erhu’s touch grew firmer, tears welled up from the pain. Lin Yue attempted to resist, but to no avail, as Zhao Erhu’s strength was too much, holding her securely in place and refusing to stop, despite her cries and pleading, continuing to rub vigorously at the injury.

Zhao Erhu felt helpless; he really wanted to be gentler. Such a delicate, lovely wife, looking so pitifully tearful—it made his heart wrench, and he was reluctant to be hard on her. But without applying pressure, how could the blood clots be dispersed? He had to steel his heart and play the villain.

"Niuniu, be good. It’ll be over soon; just endure it a little longer," Zhao Erhu whispered soothingly in Lin Yue’s ear, although his hands did not ease up. He went on and on with the same phrase for a long time without stopping, angering Lin Yue to the point of liver pain. That big liar, that big jerk!