Chapter 12: Hello, Husband!

Shi Qingluo checked him over and discovered that there were no wounds on Xiao Hanzheng’s body.

She rested her hand on Xiao Hanzheng’s chest, falling into deep thought for a moment.

Logically speaking, the fever-reducing medicine should have brought his fever down after he took it yesterday, and he had taken the anti-inflammatory medication as well.

There were no other wounds affecting him, so why hadn't he woken up yet?

Lost in thought, her fingers tapped lightly and unconsciously, not paying attention to the fact that this wasn't a table, but someone’s bare chest.

"Does it feel good to touch?"

Suddenly, a hoarse, weak voice rang out, causing Shi Qingluo to snap back to reality instantly.

Shi Qingluo instinctively replied, "The texture is alright, just a bit too thin."

After saying that, she even took another touch for good measure.

The skin was quite smooth; it was just a pity he was a bit thin. If he had some abdominal muscles, that would be better.

Xiao Hanzheng, who had finally broken free from the nightmare-like shackles and struggled to open his eyes: "..."

Shi Qingluo looked down and met his eyes, which were filled with such intense hostility that it felt as if he wanted to destroy the world.

However, he reined it in very quickly; it vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold, calm composure.

If Shi Qingluo hadn't felt it so clearly, she might have thought her eyes were playing tricks on her.

Why was there such immense hostility when this person woke up?

"You're awake!" Shi Qingluo flashed a smile at Xiao Hanzheng.

Xiao Hanzheng frowned as he looked at the unfamiliar young woman.

When he felt that her hand was still resting on his chest and she gave him another touch, his body stiffened. "Can you take your hand off now?"

Only then did Shi Qingluo realize that her hand was still touching his chest.

Oh my, how embarrassing!

"Taking it off!" She blinked and quickly removed her hand from his chest.

Xiao Hanzheng: "..." Where did this woman come from, to be so bold and shameless?

He turned his head to look around, his pupils shrinking slightly.

This place was too familiar—the place where he lived in his youth, yet also the place he least wanted to remember.

He reacted quickly to steady himself, looking at the girl who had been touching him. "Who are you?"

His previously hazy consciousness was gradually returning; he had indeed felt someone touching him incessantly just now.

From his legs to his torso—that was what had finally made him struggle to wake up.

Shi Qingluo smiled and greeted him generously, "I am your new wife, Shi Qingluo. Hello, husband!"

Xiao Hanzheng: "..." Since when did he have a wife? How come he didn't know about it?

He couldn't still be dreaming, could he?

He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, the young girl was still looking at him with a grin.

Then, a sharp pain came from his arm as he was pinched hard. He looked at Shi Qingluo. "What are you doing?"

Shi Qingluo said righteously, "You looked like you were doubting whether you were dreaming, so I pinched you to help you realize that this is reality."

The dazed look he had just now really looked like he thought he was dreaming.

"You're welcome!" she added.

Xiao Hanzheng: "..." I really thank you for adding insult to injury for my already weak body.

However, the pain did make it feel much more real; this was not a dream.

Shi Qingluo thought for a moment and said, "Wait a moment, I'm going to call your mother and the others."

If Mother Xiao and the others knew Xiao Hanzheng was awake, they could finally rest easy.

Xiao Hanzheng’s pupils shrank slightly again. "You're going to call my mother?"

Shi Qingluo nodded. "Yes, your mother and your younger brother and sister."

"Right now, the patriarch of your Xiao clan and the others should still be outside at the banquet. I can inform them all at once that you've woken up."

Xiao Hanzheng struggled to lift his hand. Looking at his smooth, fair, and young hand, he roughly guessed what had happened to him.

"Then please call them in." He really wanted to see them in person to confirm it.

Shi Qingluo stood up. "Alright, you wait."

Seeing her about to leave, Xiao Hanzheng suddenly remembered his state of undress.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath, his voice slightly gritted: "Can you put my pants and clothes on for me first?"

It was his first time being molested and touched by a woman like this, and this woman didn't even have the slightest self-awareness—it was truly beyond words.

He had used almost all his strength just to lift his hand; he really couldn't dress himself.

If his mother and the patriarch and the others came in later and saw him in this disheveled state, it would be too improper.

Only then did Shi Qingluo remember that she had taken his clothes off earlier.

She recited internally: I am not embarrassed, the one who is embarrassed is Xiao Hanzheng, *cough cough*!

"No problem!"

She reached out and quickly put Xiao Hanzheng’s clothes back on, pulled up his pants, and covered him with the quilt.

"Uh, I wasn't trying to take advantage of you just now, I just wanted to help you check if you had any wounds on your body."

"Although the texture was indeed alright, *cough cough*... I'm leaving!" She accidentally told the truth.

After explaining, Shi Qingluo ran off in a flash.

Xiao Hanzheng was left feeling both amused and annoyed by her behavior. This woman was really...

He then turned his head to look at the room, familiar from his memories, and a thick layer of hostility once again stained the depths of his eyes as he fell into deep thought.

On the other side, just as Shi Qingluo stepped out of the room, she ran into Little Sister Xiao, who was carrying food.

Little Sister Xiao also saw Shi Qingluo. "Sister-in-law, why did you come out?"

She smiled. "I brought you some food to fill your stomach."

The banquet had just started over there, and her mother had packed a bowl of food for her to bring to her sister-in-law.

Shi Qingluo knew this was Mother Xiao being thoughtful, having Little Sister Xiao bring it to her first.

She really hadn't misjudged them.

She smiled and said, "Your brother is awake. I came out to spread the news."

Little Sister Xiao was stunned for a moment, then her eyes widened. "Sister-in-law, you said my brother is awake?"

"Yes, he's awake!"

Shi Qingluo smiled and pinched her cheek. "Come back to your senses, go call Mother and the patriarch and the others."

Little Sister Xiao cried tears of joy. "That's great, Brother is awake!"

Then she shoved the food into Shi Qingluo’s hands. "I'll go call them right now."

With Little Sister Xiao handling that, Shi Qingluo carried the food and pushed the door open to return to the room.

By this time, Xiao Hanzheng had returned to normal.

He looked at the returning Shi Qingluo with a probing gaze.

He had just heard the sound of her talking to his sister; that was truly the voice of his sister from his memories.

And since his sister called this woman sister-in-law, it meant she really was his so-called wife.

So what point in time was this?

And how did he end up with a little wife?

Shi Qingluo carried the food to a table not far away and sat down.

Not to mention she hadn't eaten all morning, she was truly hungry.

So she picked up her chopsticks and, in front of Xiao Hanzheng, began to eat generously.

Xiao Hanzheng stared fixedly at Shi Qingluo eating.

He noticed that the woman didn't eat particularly fast, but she was very refined and elegant; one look and you could tell she was well-bred.

The key was that she was also picky, picking out the fatty meat she didn't like and setting it aside.

This didn't look much like a little village girl.

But she was sallow and thin, and the clothes she wore were covered in patches, so she should be a girl from a poor family—it was somewhat contradictory.

Being stared at by Xiao Hanzheng, even as thick-skinned as Shi Qingluo was, she couldn't quite eat anymore.

She looked up at him. "Are you hungry?"

"It's a pity you've been in a coma for about ten days, so you can't eat food like this."

So don't go eyeing my food.

Xiao Hanzheng saw through what she meant at a glance: "..." I really wasn't trying to eat your food.