Mu Shuangshuang of course knew why those people fled after seeing her embrace with Lu Yuanfeng.
Because in this era, people's tolerance for such a relationship was nearly zero, and Mu Shuangshuang dressed as a man was the spitting image of a man.
And hugging Lu Yuanfeng, of course, everyone was scared.
"Fengzi, I'll take you to where I live first to treat your wound!"
Mu Shuangshuang reached out, holding Lu Yuanfeng's uninjured left hand, her gaze fixed on Lu Yuanfeng's injured arm.
However, just as she finished speaking, Lu Yuanfeng said, "Shuangshuang, my arm is fine, I... I'll go back to the camp to treat the wound."
Lu Yuanfeng didn't dare let Shuangshuang see his wound which hadn't even been treated; he was afraid she'd feel distressed seeing it.
Mu Shuangshuang didn't respond to Lu Yuanfeng's words because she had to see the wound, not just see it but treat it well.
Her hand held onto Lu Yuanfeng's uninjured left hand firmly.
