Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Lin Mo slumped in the chair, feeling as if all the bones in his body had been removed.

It's not that I'm tired, it's just that my mind is too tense. If I relax now, I won't even bother to move a finger.

He turned his head and looked at Jiang Zhiwei standing next to him.

The girl seemed lost in thought, her brows furrowing and head shaking, her face alternating between red and white, her expression unpredictable.

It's probably because he was too mentally exhausted from brewing the medicine.

Lin Mo's heart softened for no reason, feeling both gratitude and a hint of barely perceptible pity.

He struggled to stand up from the chair, walked to Jiang Zhiwei's side, and naturally placed his hand on her little head, gently rubbing it.

"Seventh Sister-in-law, you've worked so hard. You look exhausted. Go back and rest. I'll take care of things here."

After saying that, he prepared to turn around and go to the bedside to check on the little girl's condition.

But as soon as he took a step, a small, cool hand grabbed his clothes tightly.

Lin Mo turned around, puzzled.

Jiang Zhiwei had her head down, her long, black hair cascading down like a waterfall, completely obscuring most of her face.

The only thing in the air was the pleasant herbal scent emanating from her.

Several seconds later, I heard her stammer out a few words in an almost inaudible voice.

"No... need... care."

Lin Mo was even more confused.

"What do you mean 'no need to take care of'? This child has just stabilized, it's better to keep an eye on him."

Jiang Zhiwei suddenly raised her head.

Those eyes, always watery and with a touch of naivety.

At that moment, it was as if two small flames had been lit, shining brightly and carrying a resolute determination to go all out.

"She...is alright."

"I... am sick."

"what?"

Lin Mo was completely unable to follow her train of thought.

He hadn't even had a chance to ask her where she felt unwell.

Without saying a word, Jiang Zhiwei grabbed his wrist and dragged him into her bedroom.

Those small hands looked slender, but they were surprisingly strong, not allowing him to break free in the slightest.

Lin Mo was completely bewildered by her sudden actions, her mind a jumbled mess, before she had already dragged her into the bedroom.

Is Seventh Sister-in-law sick?

Could it be that he exhausted himself from decocting the medicine?

Lin Mo was a little confused.

"Bang."

His response was a crisp sound of the door closing.

Jiang Zhiwei released her grip, turned around and closed the bamboo door, then clicked it shut with a deft "click".

After doing all this, she turned around, staring intently at Lin Mo, and pointed to the bed in the bedroom that exuded a faint scent of calming medicine.

"sit down."

Her voice had a domineering edge.

Then, a few more words popped out of his mouth.

"Take off... clothes."

"what?"

Lin Mo was completely stunned.

Take off your clothes?

What is this little brat trying to do?

Wait... this familiar scene.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Lin Mo, and he remembered it instantly.

Wasn't this the same situation when I gave her the Medicine King Gourd before?

He pulled me into the room and made me sit on the bed.

However, just as he was lost in his fantasies, the girl pulled out a row of gleaming silver needles...

Is he going to give himself acupuncture again? To regulate his Qi and blood?

Thinking of this, Lin Mo felt a chill run down his spine and quickly waved his hands.

"No, no, no, Seventh Sister-in-law, I'm fine."

"I'm bursting with energy right now; I could kill a bull with one punch, without needing any acupuncture!"

"No... acupuncture."

Jiang Zhiwei shook her head, but her clear eyes never left him. Instead, she slowly walked towards him, step by step.

Then, to Lin Mo's astonishment, she took the initiative to reach out her nimble, fair hands and began to grope for his belt.

Those hands that can accurately identify thousands of medicinal herbs and knead pills until they are smooth and round.

She was trembling slightly at that moment, and she couldn't untie a simple knot in her clothes no matter how hard she tried.

Lin Mo looked at her clumsy and hurried movements and couldn't help but laugh and cry.

"If you're not going to give me a shot, why are you taking my clothes off?"

Jiang Zhiwei's face was as red as the ripe scorching grass in the yard, and the redness almost spread to her snow-white neck.

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling, and dared not look Lin Mo in the eye.

"Cure...disease."

Jiang Zhiwei managed to utter two words.

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly pulled with unexpected strength.

With a "rip" sound, Lin Mo's shirt was torn open.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of small hands pressed against his chest and pushed him hard, causing Lin Mo, who was completely caught off guard, to fall straight down onto the bed.

"Thump."

Lin Mo's head hit the soft pillow, and a calming fragrance instantly filled his nostrils.

He was completely dumbfounded, utterly baffled by the girl's inexplicable actions.

"Treatment? What illness? Who will receive treatment...?"

He propped himself up on his elbows, trying to sit up and get some answers, but a slender figure had already pounced on him, clumsily yet firmly straddling his waist and pinning him down.

This pose...

"Seventh Sister-in-law, you..."

Lin Mo lay on his back, looking down at the girl on top of him, at her eyes that were both shy and unusually bright.

The air in the room seemed to freeze.

He could clearly hear his own heartbeat, one beat after another, faster and faster, pounding in his chest like a drum.

Jiang Zhiwei looked at Lin Mo, who was standing beneath her with a bewildered expression, and as if summoning all the courage she had in her life, she spoke slowly and deliberately, her chest heaving.

"Heal...me..."

"lovesickness!"

boom!

These five words, like a thunderclap, exploded in Lin Mo's mind.

He stared blankly at Jiang Zhiwei on his body. The seventh sister-in-law, who usually couldn't speak coherently and was always confused, had actually... suddenly become perceptive?

Why start with such a thrilling straight shot?

Before Lin Mo could recover from the shock of this huge amount of information, Jiang Zhiwei had already reached out her trembling little hands and started to untie the sash of her long dress.

The cool moonlight outside the window shone through the gaps in the bamboo window, turning into a soft beam of light that fell precisely on her.

The loose-fitting clothes slowly slid down.

Under the moonlight, the snow-white expanse made Lin Mo feel a little dizzy.

His breathing almost stopped at that moment.

original……

It turns out that this unresponsive medicinal stone had somehow become warm on its own.

It's still so hot it's burning your hands.

"Seventh Sister-in-law, I..."

Lin Mo's Adam's apple bobbed, as if he wanted to say something, but he found his throat was so dry that he couldn't utter a single word.

"No...Seventh Sister-in-law."

Jiang Zhiwei's face was already so red it was almost steaming, but she still didn't stop moving.

She leaned down, her warm breath carrying the unique scent of herbs, gently spraying it on Lin Mo's ear.

A whisper so soft it was almost inaudible, yet it clearly penetrated his heart.

"Yes, yes...my wife."

"Lin Mo... I'm sick... You have to take responsibility..."

At this moment, the string of reason snapped completely.

Unable to suppress the surging emotions within him any longer, Lin Mo suddenly flipped over, instantly regaining control and pinning the startled little girl beneath him.

He looked down at her eyes, which were glistening with tears of nervousness, and his voice was hoarse.

"That's right, my wife."

"This illness needs to be treated."

He paused, then added, word by word.

"And...it needs to be cured completely."

"Um……"

The moonlight outside the window was gentle, the bamboo shadows swayed, and the bed made a slight creaking sound as if it were about to collapse.

The aroma of medicine in the room seemed to grow stronger and more intoxicating.