Zhang He'an remained silent as he entered the cave, crushing medicinal herbs with a stone.
Li Qingxun pointed at her injured right thigh. "I'm wounded near the groin. I suppose Lord Zhang had to tear my undergarments to tend to the wound himself. Ah, last night when I was unconscious, did you happen to touch anywhere else while applying the medicine?"
Zhang He'an focused on grinding the herbs. "I did not."
The colder Zhang He'an acted, the more amused Li Qingxun became.
It was as if she had found a new toy. Deliberately leaning closer to him, she teased, "Then, Lord Zhang, are you disappointed?"
Zhang He'an's grinding paused briefly.
Once the medicinal herbs were crushed, he handed them to Li Qingxun, gesturing for her to dress the wound herself.
But Li Qingxun refused. Feigning weakness, she said, "My leg is injured, and my limbs are too weak. I must trouble Lord Zhang to tend to it for me."
A deliberate provocation.
A brazen flirtation.
