Chapter 445
Lin Qinghe, with You Rong in her arms, flashed back to the castle where she was staying. The moment they appeared, the castle servants were startled, looking at You Rong in her embrace with surprise, "Progenitor, you are..."
Lin Qinghe walked towards her room with You Rong in her arms, her gaze unwavering, and calmly instructed, "Go find a set of clothes he can wear."
The servant snapped back to attention and quickly responded, "Yes, Progenitor, I'll go right away."
Lin Qinghe entered the room with You Rong, and as she released the restraint on You Rong's power, perhaps because the room was dark, You Rong instinctively clutched her clothes. Lin Qinghe noticed and, with a thought, turned on all the lights in the room.
The room was instantly brightened, and You Rong visibly calmed down a bit in the light. Lin Qinghe, however, frowned.
She was not afraid of light, and even sunlight didn't bother her, but she was, after all, a Blood Clan member, and a dislike for bright lights was inevitable.
She looked down at You Rong's slightly relaxed body.
Forget it... she'd tolerate it for his sake. He was pitiful enough today, especially with those ears on his head and his eyelashes still wet from crying. Lin Qinghe truly couldn't bear to see him that way.
Lin Qinghe carried You Rong to the bathroom and placed him in the bathtub. She reached out to remove his blood-stained clothes. You Rong's expression changed drastically, and he glared fiercely at her, "Get lost! Don't touch me!"
Lin Qinghe shrugged helplessly, "You're all filthy, and you're injured. You can't even move. Are you planning to spend the night like this?"
You Rong bit his lip and didn't answer. The young boy's face was full of humiliation.
Lin Qinghe knew he had conceded. She reached out and undressed him, then filled the tub with hot water to wash away the bloodstains.
Of course, she kept her gaze strictly forward during this process. You Rong was still a young boy, and she wasn't that depraved to take advantage of him.
After bathing You Rong, the servant delivered a set of clean clothes that fit. Lin Qinghe dressed him, carried him back to the bedroom, and placed him on the soft European-style bed.
Even though You Rong maintained a cold, stern expression, Lin Qinghe could tell he was very nervous, constantly sneaking glances around and at her. Sudan Novel Network.
Lin Qinghe pretended not to see it, ordered medicinal herbs to be brought, applied them to You Rong's wounds, and bandaged them. Then, she pressed him onto the bed. You Rong's body stiffened abruptly, as if he were a wild beast ready to pounce and tear her apart. He glared at Lin Qinghe and roared, "What do you want?!"
"..." Lin Qinghe sighed helplessly, shook the quilt in her hand, and said, "I don't want anything. I just want you to lie down so I can cover you with the quilt and let you sleep well."
You Rong continued to glare at Lin Qinghe, clearly not believing her words.
Lin Qinghe paid it no mind. She pressed You Rong onto the bed and tucked the quilt around him, saying, "Alright, sleep now. Everything will be better after a good night's sleep. Sleep first."
You Rong was pressed onto the bed, but he still stared at her warily, as if afraid she might suddenly do something or pounce on him to bite him. Even though he knew his vigilance was useless, she could easily kill him without lifting a finger.
Lin Qinghe remained silent, ignoring You Rong. She sat by the bed, lost in her thoughts. You Rong glared and glared... perhaps after glaring for so long, he grew tired. Gradually, he couldn't resist his fatigue and slowly closed his eyes.
Lin Qinghe watched him and sighed softly, then stood up, preparing to leave. However, the moment she stood up, a hand firmly grabbed her skirt.
Lin Qinghe looked down. The one holding her skirt was You Rong.
You Rong lay on the bed, his eyes tightly shut, his lips bitten, and he made no sound, but his eyes were wet. His hand stubbornly held onto Lin Qinghe's skirt and refused to let go.
Lin Qinghe hesitated for a moment, then didn't leave. Instead, she lay down on the bed, pulled You Rong into her embrace, and gently patted his back, softly comforting him, "There, there, don't be afraid. It's all over now. From now on, with me, no one will be able to bully you again... Sleep now, sleep now..."
Lin Qinghe patted You Rong for a while. He seemed to be asleep, but he was still tightly clutching her skirt, looking extremely insecure.
Lin Qinghe couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him. So, she simply held him like this, closed her eyes, and forced herself to sleep, enduring her discomfort with the bright lights.
After an unknown amount of time, You Rong, whom Lin Qinghe thought was asleep, slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the exquisite and beautiful face so close to him, he sniffled and moved closer to Lin Qinghe before closing his eyes again.
It was quite ironic. His family had just been killed by the Blood Clan, and he hated them to the bone. Yet, at this very moment, only when held by this Blood Clan Progenitor did he feel a sense of security.
And she was a Blood Clan member who saw him as food...
You Rong's thoughts wandered, his mind in a state of chaos. In his mind, flashes of his parents and siblings' tragic deaths alternated with his overwhelming hatred for the Blood Clan, and then the appearance of Lin Qinghe's smiling, beautiful face...
In such a daze, by midnight, Lin Qinghe was awakened by You Rong's burning temperature.
Lin Qinghe groggily touched You Rong's forehead, feeling how hot it was. She immediately opened her eyes and reached out to touch him again. You Rong's forehead was indeed scorching hot.
Lin Qinghe anxiously patted You Rong's cheek, "Wake up, wake up quickly, You Rong..."
Unfortunately, no matter how much she called out, You Rong only furrowed his brow, making pained whimpers, and showed no other reaction. He was clearly delirious with fever.
Lin Qinghe quickly got up, intending to find fever-reducing medicine, but as soon as she stepped off the bed, she suddenly remembered something.
You Rong was now a werewolf, not an ordinary human. Whether there was fever-reducing medicine for werewolves was one thing, but even if there was, this was a place for Blood Clan members. How could she possibly get medicine for werewolves here?
If she sent someone to look for it now, who knew when they would find werewolf-compatible fever reducers.
Lin Qinghe paced back and forth in the room, her anxiety mounting. Seeing You Rong's flushed face and rapid breathing, she was at her wits' end and could only try a desperate measure, using the human fever-reducing methods she knew.
Lin Qinghe ordered ice cubes to be brought and wrapped them in a towel, placing it on You Rong's forehead for physical cooling. Then, she used alcohol to wipe his body.
After completing these steps, Lin Qinghe looked at You Rong with a tight frown and sighed, "I hope these fever-reducing methods work for you. Don't actually become foolish, or my mission will be over before it even begins..."
Of course, You Rong, who was lost in his feverish delirium, couldn't hear a single word Lin Qinghe said.
Lin Qinghe had been busy all night. In the morning, she felt You Rong's temperature had slightly decreased. Although he still had a slight fever, it had subsided to a low-grade fever. She finally let out a long sigh of relief.
It was fine. It seemed her mission was safe and wouldn't be ruined right from the start.
Lin Qinghe, who had been busy taking care of You Rong all night, was indeed a bit tired. Without thinking much, she lifted the quilt, got into bed, and continued to sleep, holding You Rong.
By noon, You Rong woke up. The moment he opened his eyes and saw himself being held by Lin Qinghe, his expression instantly turned cold. His instinctive reaction was to kick Lin Qinghe off the bed.
Lin Qinghe yelped as she fell, and as she got up, she glared at the stern-faced You Rong with a look of grievance, "You wolf cub! You're truly ungrateful! I took good care of you all night when you had a fever, and not only are you not grateful, but you also kick me off the bed as soon as you wake up?!"