Chapter 23: Nosebleed!

When He Yunshen came back, Ning Wanwan had just set the table.

After washing his hands, he pushed her away from the kitchen doorway.

“You go rest. I’ll bring the food over.”

Ning Wanwan raised an elegant eyebrow. From the original host’s memory, He Yunshen had never been this considerate.

He may have taken nominal responsibility for the original host, but deep down, he had always been perfunctory and full of disdain. His behavior today was… intriguing.

The two of them ate in silence. Ning Wanwan only had half a bowl of rice before putting down her chopsticks, then sat at the table slowly sipping chicken soup.

“You’re full already?” He Yunshen looked at her in confusion.

She held the bowl and gave a quiet “mm.”

His gaze landed on her pale, delicate face, then drifted downward—and lingered on her chest for a few seconds.

He thought to himself, She eats so little and looks so skinny… so how the hell is her chest so big?

Seeing she had no interest in chatting, He Yunshen turned his focus back to eating. He grabbed the spicy stir-fried cured pork and started shoveling it into his bowl.

Ning Wanwan casually glanced at him. “Are you free tomorrow at 8:30 in the morning? I need a ride to the market.”

“Sure.”

Tomorrow would be her first day volunteering at the free clinic, and she had a lot to carry. Rather than letting Xu Cuihua and Zhang Yun haul everything, it was more efficient to use this soon-to-be ex-husband one last time.

No point wasting a free resource. Who knows if she’ll even get to use him again in the future?

While Ning Wanwan was zoning out for a few minutes, He Yunshen had already cleaned up both stir-fry dishes and even scraped up the crispy rice crust at the bottom of the pot.

Not only that, he was eyeing the old hen in the soup with clear intent.

By the time Ning Wanwan snapped back to reality, He Yunshen had already pulled off a chicken leg from the old hen and was hesitating whether to give it to her.

“You eat it. I’m full,” she said, waving him off with visible disdain.

He took a bite of the drumstick, feeling very annoyed at being looked down on.

What’s wrong with my appetite? It’s totally normal for someone in the military! There are guys way worse than me.

He made a mental note to invite Chang Jun and Qian Aiguo over sometime to let this narrow-minded woman witness what real rice buckets looked like.

The thought made him unconsciously smile.

He gnawed the drumstick clean and had just set the bone aside when he suddenly felt a warm trickle in his nostrils.

A drop of bright red blood splashed onto the back of his hand.

Before he could react, his eyes rolled back, and with a thud, his tall body collapsed to the ground.

Ning Wanwan was startled by his dramatic collapse. Seriously? A nosebleed from drinking chicken soup? This guy’s internal heat must be off the charts…

But first things first—she had to clean up the blood. A nosebleed wasn’t fatal, but this man had a problem with fainting at the sight of blood. If he woke up and saw it again, he might faint all over again.

With that in mind, she grabbed a wet towel and returned to the table.

Still seated in her wheelchair, she reached out and bent down to wipe his nose. But he was lying on the floor, and after a few failed attempts, she still couldn’t reach him properly.

So she braced herself and used the weak strength in her legs to scoot forward slightly, finally managing to wipe the blood off his face.

Just as a smug expression was about to form on her face, she realized something was wrong. All her weight was now tilted to the edge of the wheelchair.

Then—bang! The wheelchair flipped.

Her upper body crashed down hard onto He Yunshen’s chest, and her soft breasts landed right on his face. Her delicate chin slammed into his ribcage.

Ning Wanwan felt like her chest had been smashed to pieces. Her chin hurt like hell too.

Meanwhile, under her, He Yunshen was being smothered by her breasts. Unable to breathe, he was suffocating back to consciousness.

The air was thick with awkward silence. Ning Wanwan eventually managed to move off his face—with his help.

“Um… you passed out just now, and I wanted… I was just trying to wipe your nose… then the wheelchair flipped,” she explained, sideways, clutching her chest and gasping.

He Yunshen awkwardly let out an “mm,” his mind still stuck on the memory of what just happened. His chiseled face was flushed with a faint red hue.

He got up and lifted her back into the wheelchair, his gaze briefly scanning her chest and the now slightly reddened chin.

“You… are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“I’m fine. Can you clean up the table? I’m heading back to my room.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she fled.

Back in her room, Ning Wanwan gritted her teeth as she gently massaged her chest, eyes welling up with tears.

It hurts so much! Who could possibly understand this pain?!

Outside, He Yunshen paced back and forth, worried. After hesitating for a while, he finally knocked on her door.

“Ning Wanwan, let me take you to the hospital. It really seems serious.”

Inside, she didn’t respond. She was struggling to undo her clothes. On the cabinet sat a half-finished bottle of spiritual spring water.

That water not only worked internally but had miraculous effects when applied externally—reducing swelling, easing pain, and speeding up healing.

She was just about to take off her clothes and apply some when a loud crack came from the door.

And then—bam! A flustered He Yunshen barged in.

The moment their eyes met, his gaze locked onto her bare, snow-white chest.

Ning Wanwan’s face turned beet red in an instant. She yanked her clothes shut and screamed, “GET OUT!”

He Yunshen stumbled back. Even the tips of his ears were bright red. He turned and sprinted out of the room.

Outside, he slapped himself on the forehead, full of regret. Why did I panic just because she didn’t answer? I didn’t expect… that.

The image of her pale, perfect chest was now burned into his brain.

He shuffled to the table like a robot and started cleaning up the dishes, completely unaware of the large tent forming in his military trousers.

After finishing the cleaning, he went to boil some water for a bath, then nervously paced outside her door.

Eventually, he knocked again and said, “The bathwater’s ready. If you need help, just call me.”

Then he ran back to his room like he was escaping enemy fire, terrified of getting scolded again.

Inside, Ning Wanwan rolled her eyes so hard it hurt. She muttered under her breath, “Jinx.”