soon as she finished speaking, the maid suddenly laughed: " Miss, are you drunk again, how could he tell the reason?"
    Lu Yunchu turned to look at the maid, very puzzled.
    The maid decided that Lu Yunchu was really drunk, and said with a smile, "Miss, how can a mute talk, let alone a tough guy like him." The
    maid's words were like a blow to the head, causing Lu Yunchu to stay in place.
    There are too few descriptions of Wen Zhan in the book. She only has a general impression of this character. It was not until the maid reminded her that she dug out those lines from the depths of her memory, which seemed to contain the words "mouth can't speak".
    The maid held up the wooden box: "Miss tortured him day and night, and he didn't even make a sound of pain, so you asked people to search the world for torture tools, which will inevitably make him cry out, you said, 'It's not enough pain if you don't cry out. It's natural to speak out when it hurts'."
    Guilt flooded into his heart, Lu Yunchu didn't know what to say, so he could only say palely: "Sorry, I don't know..."
    Wen Zhan coughed again, and Lu Yunchu looked at it. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he didn't show a painful look, just shook his head as usual, indicating that it was okay.
    He made Lu Yunchu even more guilty. In any case, Wen Zhan didn't show any hostility towards her. He was a good person with a very gentle temper. At some point, she would even have the illusion that he seemed to be able to communicate with her consciously. .     Think about it from another perspective, if someone cruelly hurts her, and she sees someone who looks similar to that person again, she may not be able to suppress her hatred just by looking at her face, not to mention her situation with the same body.     She seems to approach him with kindness like this, why doesn't she stimulate his psychological trauma again and again?





    "Why...why don't you want to go to bed to rest?" She asked hesitantly. On the one hand, she did not expect to get an answer. She conducts basic communication.
    Wen Zhan frowned lightly, his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his lower eyelid. His every move was laborious. He first pointed to the blood stains on his clothes, and then pointed to the black hair knotted by blood clots. Looking at his cold facial features and straight back, always makes people feel unbearable to look at.
    Lu Yunchu looked away, this embarrassment appeared to a person like him is a very cruel thing.
    She took a deep breath, suppressed her mood, did not want her pity to come out, and said to the eldest maid, "Get some hot water, I want to take a bath.
    " Lead the crowd in to refill the tub with hot water.
    When everyone retreated, she said to Wen Zhan, "Go wash."
    Wen Zhan coughed and stood up with the desk case. Seeing Lu Yunchu trembling, he didn't dare to go up to help him.
    She breathed a sigh of relief when he walked around the screen and walked inside.
    At this time, a voice came from outside the house: "Miss."
    This maidservant can be said to be the only person she has met so far who is not afraid of her. Lu Yunchu was quite willing to communicate with her: "Come in."
    The maid took the wooden box again. Came in and said, "Miss, let's put down this slave, lest you blame yourself when you wake up."
    Lu Yunchu couldn't help laughing.
    There was a rattling sound of water fluctuations in the room. It was Wen Zhan who was wiping the blood stains with a towel. The maid was a little confused, but didn't ask any further questions.
    Lu Yunchu was suddenly curious, just as the sound of the water could overshadow the conversation, she asked in a low voice, "Do I hate him?" The
    maid blinked and nodded, "Naturally."
    Lu Yunchu recalled the brief explanation in the book and asked: " Is it because he ruined my plan to marry his brother?"
    I thought this question could be easily answered by the maid, but she thought about it for a while, and said blankly: "I don't know."
    "That's because he... ruined my innocence?
    " With a bang, the sound of rushing water suddenly started, which startled Lu Yunchu. Could it be that Wen Zhan fell inside.
    She waited until the inside was quiet again and the sound of water sounded again before she calmed down and continued to talk to the maid.
    This time, her voice was a little quieter: "We were bumped into by someone else, so we have to get married."
    The eldest maid peeped at her expression, and nodded as if she was about to get angry.
    "I didn't have any clothes on when I bumped into it?"
    There was another movement in the room, the wooden spoon creaked on the ground, and accompanied by a violent cough, Lu Yunchu couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
    But she was relieved immediately. Wen Zhan shouldn't be able to hear such a small voice so far away.
    The maid said in surprise: "Miss, of course not, you are well dressed, who would dare to look at you without clothes, the servants gouged out their eyes."
    "What was the situation at that time?"
    "It's just that you were with him . It's just one room." The eldest maid looked very carefree, but she blushed when she said this.
    Lu Yunchu was speechless: "That's it?"
    The maid nodded.
    She was about to complain when footsteps came from inside, and it seemed that Wen Zhan had finished washing.
    She hurriedly asked the maid to step back, found the wound medicine and put it by the bedside, seeing Wen Zhan coming over, unplugging a bunch of porcelain jars, she said with a guilty conscience: "Apply more medicine, take more, it's enough."
    After speaking, she scratched Scratching his head, he turned and left to rummage through the closet to find the quilt.
    Wen Zhan sat on the edge of the bed and heard her footsteps shuffling near and far. It seemed that she lay down and found that she hadn't washed yet, so she hurried to the small kitchen, and after washing, she came back to find her toothbrush, and it took a while for it to stop.
    After she was done, the world quieted down. Wen Zhan sat beside the bed and felt the breath of the wound medicine diffuse between the beds.
    He was used to opening his eyes in the dark and waiting for dawn, but at this time, he smelled the strong and pungent smell of wound medicine, but he was a little drowsy.
    He was surrounded by a peaceful smell, the smell of medicine that filled the room after she had just uncorked the medicine bottle. The smell made him involuntarily relax, leaning against the bed slowly, and fell into a drowsy sleep without knowing it.