My Little Girl (39)
Shu Nuan held him in a warm and vigorous embrace, sobbing into his chest without pause. But still, her trembling was not as intense as at the start.
Sheng Qianmo placed the little girl on his lap. Shu Nuan’s eyes were swollen and red. Her tear mole had wet tracks running over it. She had held this sorrow inside her for a long time, unable to give voice to it. With a gentle manner, Sheng Qianmo wiped away her tears, and said, “This Prince wants to ask you something. You can answer it after you think it over.”
Shu Nuan nodded with puffy eyes. She did not forget to reach with her two small hands to encircle his neck, as if only in this way could she get a sense of security.
Afraid of scaring the little girl, Sheng Qianmo asked in a soft voice, “Did you poison Sheng Gu?”
Shu Nuan, choked with tears, replied, “No…”
Sheng Qianmo wiped her tears. “Then why plead guilty?”
“If I didn’t confess, I would have died.”
“Sheng Gu’s doing?”
Shu Nuan’s eyes dripped with tears as she nodded.
Sheng Qianmo squinted his eyes. “I understand.”
He rubbed her soft but messy hair, then whispered, “Go to sleep. This Prince will give you some medicine.”
However, Shu Nuan was fearless enough to refuse. She kept her tight hold on his neck and buried her crying face into it. No matter what, she was unwilling to move.
“Be obedient.” He touched her little head.
Sheng Qianmo’s visage changed.
It was the first time she had turned a deaf ear to his command.
But Sheng Qianmo rebuffed her protest. “You haven’t been treated yet.”
Although he said this, Sheng Qianmo did not force her. He let the little girl decide. Tired from crying, she soon lay down in his embrace and fell asleep. With a tender manner, he placed the girl sitting on his lap onto the bed. Aware that her back was injured, he let her sleep prone.
However, when he undressed her, Shu Nuan was still in a daze and half-sober. With her little hand she opposed his big palm by grabbing it.
But Sheng Qianmo didn’t allow her to decide this time. “I need to treat you.”
Shu Nuan gradually sobered up. Keeping a grab on his hand, she murmured, “I’ll do the treatment myself…”
Sheng Qianmo glanced at her. “Can you wipe your butt with an ointment?”
Having heard what he said, Shu Nuan was completely awake, her little face soaring in color. “I, I… Your Highness, you mustn’t. I can apply the ointment myself…”
But Sheng Qianmo was too domineering and pulled down her skirt. Shu Nuan’s face blushed a deep color. She kept trying to cover up her body, but Sheng Qianmo kept pulling her hands away. “Don’t move.”
Seeing that resistance was futile, Shu Nuan hid her face in a pillow, ears turning scarlet.
He was applying the medicine to her rear. Where he looked, what he touched… these thoughts made Shu Nuan embarrassed.
Sheng Qianmo didn’t even hear her talk. She was so ashamed that she couldn’t breathe until Sheng Qianmo reached out and turned her around. He looked enraged. “Do you want to suffocate yourself?”
Shu Nuan cheeks were deep red. She realized that she almost choked herself to death with a pillow…