FRGNM -Chapter 26 Taking Advantage of You

“You’re a medical practitioner, right? Then you should know how to treat my injuries.” The man slowly stood, his cold gaze fixed on Ling Ruoxi as he loosened his jade belt.

The white jade belt fell, and his dark coat slipped to the floor. Ling Ruoxi felt a rush of heat to her nose, almost snorting out loud.

The man in front of her—he was taking off his clothes on his own!

If Ting Hai’s body had been perfect, this man was positively catastrophic—like a beauty capable of toppling nations. His figure was like a leopard’s, every line sharp and lethal. His pale, sculpted skin was flawless, with two reddish patches on his chest like winter peach blossoms, just beginning to bloom.

Black hair fell across his chest, eight-pack abs rippling perfectly, and below the black waistband, a hint of something darker teased the eye.

Heavens, how could such a perfect man exist in this world? If not for the mask covering his upper face, Ling Ruoxi was certain his beauty would be suffocating.

Even with half his face exposed, it was enough to drive one mad.

What had this world become? Everywhere she turned, there seemed to be these insanely beautiful men!

“Enough staring?” His black eyes locked onto her. The man spoke coldly, showing no embarrassment—only slight pride. After all, if a man could shock a woman just by showing his body, why not enjoy it?

Wiping her nose, Ling Ruoxi chuckled awkwardly. “Of course not! You should dress like the guy outside—tight clothes every day. I guarantee women would go wild for you! But… you’re not actually suffering from kidney deficiency, are you?”

Anyone close to Ting Hai should wear tight clothes, right? Yet this man’s body was even better—why refuse?

Had she hit the nail on the head? Men couldn’t escape the ravages of time—so young, and already… She could only cross herself and mutter, “Amitabha… tragic.”

The man’s expression darkened. “Want me to test?”

“Pfft, no, I’m not that desperate. Handsome men are just teasing. I’m afraid you can’t handle it.” Ling Ruoxi laughed, rubbing her nose as she looked at him.

He snorted coldly. “Don’t scare me.”

“How could I scare you? Why are you taking off your pants!” Ling Ruoxi’s hair stood on end. Her gaze fell to his hands, her face instantly flushed.

Though she wasn’t a virgin, her mind was still pure. Liking handsome men was natural, like men liking beautiful women. But seeing a man with such a body, stripping in front of her—it was too much!

He only slid his pants slightly down and turned, exposing his back fully.

At that moment, Ling Ruoxi forgot everything. She had wanted to tease him, but now she lacked the energy.

The slash across his back—from left shoulder to hip—was a clean cut. No wonder he pulled his pants; the wound had only basic medicine applied. Perhaps she had stepped on his foot earlier, causing him to strain it. Blood seeped from the cut, the raw flesh visible.

“Idiot! How could you treat a wound like this?” Even seeing such a severe injury, Ling Ruoxi scolded as she touched the cold, taut skin. A normal man would have died. He had endured it all—no wonder his face was so grim.

Letting her warm fingers rest on his back, he shivered slightly. The familiar sensation tickled his senses, yet he couldn’t place it. It felt vaguely reminiscent of something, but vanished instantly.

“I used Golden Wound Medicine. It stopped the bleeding, barely.” His voice was hoarse, restraining himself, his whole body trembling.

Ling Ruoxi opened her bag, threading needles with fine string. “Sit properly. I’ll stitch your wound. Idiot, how could it heal without sutures?”

“Stitch?” The man didn’t understand. Fortunately, he cooperated, sitting on the soft tiger pelt.

“I’ll sew your flesh together. We’re rushed, so I don’t have anesthetics. It will hurt. Lie down.” She positioned him prone, rolling a cloth for him to bite if it got too painful.

“No need. A man who can’t endure a little pain isn’t a real man.” He lay down, dismissing her concern.

Fine. Ling Ruoxi called Ting Hai over with water and towels to clean the wound. Despite minimal care, it was already inflamed with pus in many places.

“What are you doing?” He frowned, about to move.

He was fast, but she was faster. She straddled his hips with a giggle. “Don’t move. A big man like you, why so tense? I’m not forcing you—just sitting here is easier for stitching. Okay, don’t move, I’ll start.”

Ling Ruoxi laughed quietly as her right hand moved like lightning, stitching along his back.

The man clenched his fists, deep sweat on his forehead. That soft, rounded weight pressed against him with every motion, one hand holding him steady, the other stitching, and her warm breath wafting over him—agonizingly distracting.

“Done. Don’t move. I haven’t applied the medicine yet!” Her small hand clapped onto his buttocks as a playful warning.

“You—” He knew she wouldn’t let him off easily. His face darkened.

Ling Ruoxi wasn’t done “taking advantage” yet. She applied a special golden wound ointment, smiling warmly. “Comfortable? This is my secret formula—it won’t scar.”

He gritted his teeth, sitting up, letting the shorter Ling Ruoxi continue. Her hands even boldly grabbed his chest once.

“Such a strong man… amazing body! Haha, I wonder if he’s better than Schwarzenegger.” Ling Ruoxi finally withdrew her hands reluctantly.

The man’s expression worsened. He dressed, tightening his belt.

“Hey, handsome, I stitched your wound, saw your body, so now you’re kind of mine. You should tell me your name.” Ling Ruoxi tilted her chin, smiling.

He only gave a frosty glance to the side. “Luo Mingyu.”

“Luo Mingyu? Huh… Mingyu? Not bad. Handsome, I heard from the other guys you’re going to the Open Sea—what’s it like there?” She washed her hands, wiped sweat, and gently took his wrist.

Luo Mingyu’s eyes widened. “Internal injuries? You have a cold energy in your body, and some acupoints blocked… Also… some kidney deficiency. Seems like you were in a big battle recently. Young people, too much fire in the body. Be careful—if you mess around before fully healing, don’t blame me for your kidney deficiency.”

Ling Ruoxi laughed, letting go. “Now with your injury, I won’t use needles on your acupoints. Wouldn’t want you to accuse me of taking advantage of you.”

“Hmph.” Luo Mingyu’s face darkened. “Say that again, I won’t mind throwing you out right now.”

“Eh… not listening to a doctor means suffering. Fine by me—I’m not your wife anyway. Shame for the poor woman who would be.” Ling Ruoxi yawned. Her stomach grumbled—couldn’t let her little one starve. She pulled out a few pancakes, bit one, and handed one to Luo Mingyu.

“Here. Eat first—you can’t starve yourself.”

“I don’t want it.” Street food? A cheap little pancake? He didn’t care for such things.

“I made them myself—ham, veggies, salad inside… like a pizza. Not bad. Can’t heat them here, but they’re edible.” Before he could protest, Ling Ruoxi shoved a pancake into his mouth.

She ate one herself, satisfied, burping, and climbed onto the soft tiger pelt bed. It was indeed plush and soft.

Exhausted from lack of rest, she drifted off.

Luo Mingyu tried to spit it out—it was strange, but the flavor and texture captivated him. He subconsciously finished the pancake, noticing the girl asleep beside him, smiling sweetly.

Her half-beautiful face was mesmerizing, the other half terrifying.

Ting Hai had said she was pregnant? Luo Mingyu’s heart softened. He gently placed her small hand down, observing the darkening sky outside, sitting quietly to gather his focus.