There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

It was almost impossible to find a spot on his entire body that was unharmed.

Conversely, Hu Meier, whose skin was so delicate it seemed like it could be broken with a touch, didn't even get a scratch after experiencing the same life-or-death crisis.

Countless times, Hu Meier almost shed tears.

But she pursed her lips again and again, suppressing the tears welling up in her eyes, unwilling to let her hands stop moving for even a moment.

I was so tired that my hands and feet ached, but I didn't even want to rest for a moment.

After all, what is this little bit of fatigue compared to the injuries all over Jiang Mo's body?

Just a little longer...

And only after the person she was holding stirred slightly did Hu Meier, who looked haggard, immediately perk up and flash a bright smile:

"You're awake. Would you like some water?"

Chapter 88 She has no idea how to take care of people!

For Jiang Mo, who was in a coma, time passed silently. It seemed as if it was only a blink of an eye, and night had fallen.

Hmm, is it still not dawn?

Let's sleep a little longer. The Ghost Soldiers' robbery of supplies is nearing its end. Let's conserve our energy and deliver the final blow to Ji Wuye.

However, the pillows at Zilanxuan today are really quite good.

Having just regained consciousness, Jiang Mo was still not fully alert. In his dazed state, he even thought that he had already left the books of the past and was fast asleep on the bed in Zilan Pavilion.

The touch from the back of my head was soft and warm.

Not only does it fit the back of the head and neck perfectly, but it also has a subtle and unforgettable fragrance that lingers in the air, making you want to lie down comfortably.

He slept soundly until the world turned dark.

As is his habit, Jiang Mo, who is not a restless sleeper, prepared to turn over and change his position, wanting his consciousness, which was hovering on the edge of wakefulness, to continue to be immersed in a sweet dream.

Unexpectedly, this turn caused him to immediately crash into the wall.

It wasn't that his legs kicked the wall, but that his face went straight into it, and his nose even poked something.

Are the beds in Zilanxuan really that close to the wall?

Wait, why is this wall soft? And warm too, making me want to bury my face in it forever…

My mind was foggy; even though I sensed something was wrong, I couldn't think rationally.

It wasn't until a familiar exclamation rang in his ears that Jiang Mo suddenly woke up and instinctively tried to struggle to get up.

That voice belongs to Hu Meier!

Oh no, has she encountered some danger? I have to get there right away... Ugh, why can't I use any strength at all?

Before he even opened his eyes, Jiang Mo reacted instinctively.

Before he could even jump up and assume a protective stance, intense pain shot through his entire body, like the incessant alarm before a machine breaks down completely, reminding Jiang Mo that his body was already beyond its limits.

Not to mention standing up, he barely even raised his neck slightly.

Then, her body went limp and weak, and she continued to lean against the soft pillow, enjoying the wonderful feeling of being wrapped in warmth.

However, after the fall, Jiang Mo finally regained some consciousness.

While still struggling to open his eyelids, his thinking ability was gradually returning. However, what first caught Jiang Mo's attention was not the memory before he fell into a coma, but the sensation on the back of his head.

Plump, soft, delicate, and smooth...

Hiss, although it wasn't the touch from my fingertips, the feeling was strangely familiar; only those plump thighs could have such a unique and wonderful sensation.

With this thought in mind, Jiang Mo struggled to open his eyes.

What came into view was indeed a large expanse of snow-white and delicate skin, but it was not the thighs that Jiang Mo had guessed earlier, but rather a slender and firm waist and abdomen.

However, Jiang Mo's reasoning was not wrong.

Because the sensation came from the back of his head, and in his imagination, soft and plump thighs were being used by Jiang Mo as a pillow under his head.

No wonder, a faint fragrance lingered around my nose.

It was the scent of a young girl.

Jiang Mo was suddenly struck by a delighted look when a pretty face leaned over, revealing a radiant smile amidst the starlight that could eclipse even the moon:

"You're awake. Would you like some water first?"

Seeing Hu Meier's surprised expression, memories from before he fainted gradually flooded back to him. Before he could answer her question, Jiang Mo subconsciously wanted to look Hu Meier up and down to make sure she had no injuries.

But when that gaze swept over him, Jiang Mo was stunned.

To make it easier to move around in the mountains and forests, Hu Meier specially prepared a practical outfit for today, with a simple and capable style.

But the person appearing in Jiang Mo's field of vision at this moment was far too simplistic!

Not only were the sleeves of her clothes gone, revealing a pair of delicate, jade-like arms under the bright moonlight, but even her waist and abdomen, which had been quite well covered, were now completely exposed.

Jiang Mo could even see that the skin near his navel was slightly red.

It seems like not long ago, I was touched by some lecherous rogue... oh no, I mean, by some handsome guy who was injured and unconscious.

Thinking this to himself, Jiang Mo couldn't help but turn his head slightly, trying to avert his gaze.

Despite the distinctly soft touch, areas like the back of the head and neck are ultimately not as sensitive as the fingertips.

Jiang Mo felt it was still very necessary to confirm the situation with his own eyes.

While we're at it, let's also take a look at how badly Hu Meier's lower body clothing has been torn to shreds. It's not that we're yearning for a young girl's absolute territory.

When Jiang Mo's gaze swept over the uneven edges of the other person's clothes around his waist and abdomen, he understood that Hu Meier had probably torn her relatively clean clothes into strips to bandage his wounds.

That's why he ended up looking like a beggar today.

Jiang Mo felt it was necessary to witness Hu Meier's appearance firsthand, since such a sight might only happen once in a lifetime.

The image of the other person at that moment was deeply imprinted in my mind.

Just as Jiang Mo had predicted, the clothes, which were originally well-tailored and fit perfectly, were completely unrecognizable after Hu Meier's violent dismantling.

The style became quite avant-garde.

The ripped hem of the trousers was jagged and uneven, barely covering the upper thighs, leaving her long, voluptuous legs almost completely exposed.

Even though the night was quite dark, the skin bathed in the soft moonlight was still dazzlingly white.

It was just as hot as those bodycon hot pants of later generations.

If you were to walk down the street in the summer, you would definitely be a stunning sight that turns heads.

It makes one's imagination run wild.

Especially when Jiang Mo's head rested on it, the delicate skin slightly sunken in, making it appear even more fleshy.

It's hard not to feel a little restless at your fingertips.

I wanted to see if I could squeeze out water with just a little force.

Noticing Jiang Mo's somewhat mischievous gaze, Hu Meier couldn't help but blush. She reached out and stopped him from turning his head, and her legs moved slightly unnaturally.

This was the first time she had ever tried such an avant-garde outfit.

If she hadn't been unable to find any other suitable fabric to bandage Jiang Mo, and if there hadn't been no one else around, Hu Meier definitely wouldn't have torn the clothes to this state.

The sight of those exposed thighs, completely defenseless, was unbearably shameful.

Even a slight, cool breeze could stir up a strange feeling in Hu Meier's heart.

Moreover, Jiang Mo was quite unruly after waking up.

This made Hu Meier regret letting Jiang Mo lie in her arms, with his head resting on her lap. But deep down, she was quite reluctant to throw Jiang Mo onto the cold ground.

"Cough, water, give me some water."

While still struggling with his own thoughts, Jiang Mo coughed lightly and responded to Hu Meier's earlier question in a hoarse and weak voice.

His lips were already chapped from excessive blood loss.

Upon opening his eyes and witnessing such a sensual scene up close, Jiang Mo's mouth became increasingly dry.

If I don't drink some water soon, I really won't be able to hold on.

Banishing the many distracting thoughts lingering in her mind, Hu Meier quickly uncorked the wooden stopper and stuffed the carefully stored water bag into Jiang Mo's mouth.

The posture is somewhat like a mother breastfeeding her child.

But that water sac wasn't a baby bottle. Once the cork was pulled out, the water inside poured out without any obstruction, completely ignoring Jiang Mo's swallowing rhythm.

"Cough cough cough~"

Lying flat is not a suitable position for drinking water. Jiang Mo was waiting for Hu Meier to help him up, but unexpectedly, she directly stuffed the water bag into his mouth. Before he could stop her, he choked several mouthfuls.

He couldn't help but cough violently.

He quickly reached out and pushed the water sac in his mouth aside to prevent Hu Meier from continuing to subject him to water torture.

"I...I think I messed it up again..."

A stream of clear water spilled from the water bag that had been pushed open, wetting Hu Meier's thighs and adding a touch of moist luster to her fair and translucent skin.

It looked incredibly tempting.

But Hu Meier couldn't care less about the mess at this moment. Looking at Jiang Mo, who was coughing violently, she realized that she was no good at taking care of people. Her tone immediately became very disappointed and full of guilt.

"No, you've already tried your best and done a good enough job."

Jiang Mo, who had choked several times, wasn't annoyed. He gently pulled Hu Meier's left hand, carefully pried open her unconsciously clenched fingers, and lightly stroked the blisters on her palm from when he had bandaged her hand. His voice was full of tenderness:

"Does it hurt?"

"It's nothing."

Although Jiang Mo's hands were somewhat cold due to excessive blood loss, lacking their usual burning temperature, Hu Meier couldn't help but feel her ears burning as she felt his fingertips gently caressing her palm.

She pulled her hand away from the other person's palm, carefully helped Jiang Mo up, and made sure he was sitting comfortably with his back against her before continuing to pick up the water bag.

Is the next thing after the knee pillow? This injury is definitely worth it.

Even though Hu Meier didn't have much experience in taking care of people and occasionally caused some trouble, Jiang Mo still thoroughly enjoyed her meticulous care.