CHAPTER 110: 110: PROMISING (PART 2)_1

Liang Shu Yu was a sickly person, frequently ill, delicate and frail.

Liang Shu Jun had sustained serious injuries and had lain on the kang bed for several days, itching all over. However, due to the severity of his injuries, he was strictly forbidden from leaving the kang, forcing him to spend his days lying there, cultivating mushrooms.

Liang Haoming had once fallen off a cliff and then later fought fiercely against a pack of wolves. His injuries were actually quite severe as well, but the man was too stubborn, often giving the impression that he was perfectly fine. Nonetheless, as his body was wounded, he still needed to rest and recuperate.

As for Liang Yixuan...

He busied himself all day like a diligent little bee, always claiming he was fine, that there was nothing wrong with him, but the truth was the wound on his back and shoulder was bone-deep. It was just that he was extremely tolerant and simply didn’t cry out in pain.

In short, this whole household, apart from Big Brother Liang Zhichen and Little Wu, Liang Yuening, everyone else, including Dong Huiying herself, was either sick or injured, all in need of care.

...

In the kitchen, Dong Huiying watched Liang Zhichen, who was turned away from her, squatting in front of the stove pit and adding wood to the fire. She took the opportunity when her big brother wasn’t paying attention to scratch the wound on her back, then rubbed her small body against the doorframe.

Recently the wound had begun to heal and itch terribly. She had previously prepared some golden sore powder specifically for treating injuries, but hadn’t yet had the chance to make something for the itching.

This had to be moved up on her to-do list. Otherwise, if the wound kept itching, she definitely wouldn’t be able to stand it.

"After the water boils, have Yixuan and the others come to my room. Liang Shu Yu needs to take a medicinal bath, which will last several hours. The dampness is too heavy, and it’s not good for their wounds."

Zhi Chen glanced back at her, "Liang Shu Yu?"

"Is there a problem?"

He stood up, smiling as he looked at the petite girl who barely reached his shoulders.

Zhi Chen was very tall, standing at one-eight-eight, while Dong Huiying was only one-six-four. Next to him, she was a little dwarf. And not just compared to him—the Liang family’s six brothers were all tall; even Little Liu, Liang Yixuan, had a height of one-eight-two, towering far above her.

She tilted her head back, uh, her neck was a bit sore.

"I seem to remember..." He smiled again, as if remembering something amusing, "Yesterday, Shu Jun secretly told me that you wanted to be our little sister?"

"Eh?"

She paused briefly, straining her memory, and finally voiced an "oh". A few days ago, she did indeed mention this to Liang Shu Jun, but at the time, she was merely joking, simply making a metaphor.

"Since you want to be our little sister, isn’t it inappropriate to address your own big brothers by their names?"

A twitch in the corner of her eye, her disgruntled gaze fell upon him.

This man was handsome, with a touch of elegance, dignified and composed, but two locks of white hair at his temples made him appear all the more worldly and wise.

Over the past few days, she discovered that this man was quite malicious, always teasing her every now and then. He was truly despicable.

Seeing her expression, his eyebrows lifted slightly, and then he put on a look of dejection.

"It seems you really don’t like us that much." His tone was half-joking, but his expression seemed genuinely wistful.

Dong Huiying’s mouth twitched, thinking to herself that this guy was a real dark horse!!

"Cough cough, it seems the water is about to boil?"

She looked towards the large iron pot with bubbling hot water. Life was like a play, all about acting skills. She dared not provoke him; a boss will always be a boss!!

Seeing this, Zhi Chen laughed, "Impressive," she was indeed too amusing.

Dong Huiying pouted.

Yes, this was all the ’impressiveness’ she had. What about it, hmph!

After all, she was a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.