Marrying a White Snake Wife is Super Cool-Chapter 76 - 73: I... I’m Just Like Your Aunt Zhao, We’re Both Still Maidens...

Chapter 76: Chapter 73: I... I’m Just Like Your Aunt Zhao, We’re Both Still Maidens...

Lu Yuan stood rooted to the spot, looking at the sobbing Song Meiqin, unsure whether to go or stay.

After a moment’s thought...

Lu Yuan pursed his lips and walked toward Song Meiqin.

"Alright, alright, stop crying. I didn’t say anything that bad. Can’t you just hurry up and go? Just run a little." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Kneeling in front of Song Meiqin, Lu Yuan’s tone softened considerably.

And as Lu Yuan’s tone softened, Song Meiqin’s grew even softer.

Looking at Lu Yuan, who had come back for her, Song Meiqin pouted, her face full of grievance as she whispered:

"I sprained my ankle...

I can’t walk fast..."

This Song Meiqin was nothing like the proud woman from a moment ago.

Now, her voice was soft, and tears were streaming down her face.

Where was the noblewoman from an official family now? She was just like the girl next door.

Hearing her words, Lu Yuan looked down to check.

"My right foot..."

Song Meiqin murmured softly, obediently extending her right leg toward Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan took off her shoe and sock to take a look.

Tsk.

’How did it get this swollen?!’

’This woman is something else.’

It was this swollen, yet she hadn’t made a peep and had kept pace with him for several minutes.

If Lu Yuan hadn’t turned around to shoo her away, Song Meiqin probably would have never said a thing.

If she’d kept walking like that, her foot would have been ruined.

"Why don’t you carry me down the mountain...

I’ll ride the horse back myself... I won’t hold you up..."

Song Meiqin looked at Lu Yuan and spoke softly.

Without saying much, Lu Yuan turned around. After Song Meiqin climbed onto his back, he stood up and set off.

However, he didn’t head down the mountain but continued upward.

"Forget it. Aren’t you scared? Besides, you can’t ride fast on your own, and with your foot like this... I’ll just take you back later."

To be honest, it was actually faster for Lu Yuan to carry Song Meiqin.

This way, the round trip would only take thirty or forty minutes.

If he let Song Meiqin ride back by herself, it would be even more trouble if she got lost in the mountains.

Song Meiqin hugged Lu Yuan tightly. After a few seconds of silence, she whispered sweetly in his ear:

"Thank you... you’re a good person...

All my life, I’ve hated being a burden... and now I’ve become one myself...

I’m sorry..."

Her sudden apology extinguished the last embers of Lu Yuan’s anger.

It was like...

It was like ordering takeout. You’re starving, practically dying of hunger, but the delivery guy is over ten minutes late.

And the longer you wait, the angrier you get.

You start thinking, ’When my food finally gets here, I’m going to give this driver a terrible review. The absolute worst!’

’I’ll write a ten-thousand-word rant!’

But when the driver finally hands you the food, apologizing profusely and explaining what happened...

All your anger suddenly vanishes.

That was more or less how Lu Yuan felt now.

He had been genuinely angry, but with Song Meiqin’s soft apology and pitiful expression...

Lu Yuan wasn’t angry anymore.

Instead, thinking about how swollen her foot was and the harsh words he’d just said...

He felt a little ashamed.

At this thought, Lu Yuan glanced down at Song Meiqin’s small, fair, delicate foot.

Her right foot was still bare.

After taking off her shoe and sock, Lu Yuan had forgotten to put them back on for her.

In the dead of winter, leaving her delicate foot bare for forty or fifty minutes could lead to frostbite.

Still, it wasn’t worth going back to retrieve the shoe and sock now.

So, Lu Yuan simply undid a button on his shirt, near his stomach.

Then, he carefully tucked Song Meiqin’s small foot inside his clothes.

He warmed it up for her while gently massaging it.

If you were to say Song Meiqin was a burden, well, she was.

But then again, she hadn’t really held him back much.

The men she brought were genuinely useful; they had managed to block off most of the Xingzi.

The only problem was that, for some reason, Song Meiqin had drawn a blade and charged out to fight the Xingzi herself.

If it weren’t for that one move...

In reality, if Song Meiqin had just stayed in the carriage with her Mansion Guards protecting her, she would have never been captured.

As Lu Yuan jogged along, lost in thought...

Song Meiqin, who was on his back, her face flushed crimson, stammered:

"G-Good man...

Y-you... stop touching it...

W-When we get back... I’ll... I’ll let you eat my foot..."

Lu Yuan: "????"

’What??’

’Eat her foot?’

’What does she mean, eat her foot?’

Lu Yuan, completely bewildered, turned to look at Song Meiqin. "What are you talking about?"

Song Meiqin’s face was beet red as she said:

"Z-Zhao Qiao’Er told me everything...

She said you don’t sleep at night... that you’re always holding Liyan’s feet and eating them... that the room is full of smacking sounds all night long..."

Lu Yuan: "???"

Instantly, Lu Yuan’s face turned as red as a beet.

He gritted his teeth. "Why... why would she tell you everything...?"

Song Meiqin, her face still red, whispered in a voice as quiet as a mosquito’s buzz:

"There’s nothing we can’t say to each other..."

Lu Yuan, blushing furiously, ground out, "I’m giving you a massage!!

You sprained it, remember?!

What’s this nonsense about ’eating feet’? What kind of crap are you talking about?"

But Song Meiqin replied, incredibly shy and meek:

"B-But... I sprained my ankle... W-Where are you rubbing...?"

Lu Yuan: "..."

He had been preoccupied with his thoughts while hurrying along, and he hadn’t been paying attention.

His actions had become subconscious.

He wasn’t massaging Song Meiqin’s ankle. Instead... he was grasping her delicate foot and... exploring it...

’Oh, mother... Now even jumping into the Yellow River couldn’t wash me clean...’

"I-If you really like it that much... I... I’ll let you eat my left foot, okay...?"