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How could he have forgotten something so simple? Embarrassment tightened his chest. How could he possibly ask his guards to find someone to bathe and dress his wife? The very thought was unbearable.
Wouldn't that be him just admitting to others that he, Mo Tian, had yet to consummate his marriage with his wife? The thought of anyone—even a female—seeing her body made him feel like gouging their eyes out or cutting off their hands for daring to touch her.
Yet, he knew he could not act on such impulses, for she still needed help when bathing and changing. Resigned, he turned back to the bed. Feng Ling lay motionless, her eyes still closed, her breathing faint.
Slowly, Mo Tian reached for the clasp of her outer robe, intending to help her out of her soiled garments. But the moment his fingers brushed the fabric, her body jerked violently.
