After Marrying the Disabled Fourth Prince

Chapter -11

"It's called Sweetie," Bao Ning smiled as he introduced it to Pei Yuan.

"I met it yesterday?" Pei Yuan furrowed his brow, tossing the puppy's neck aside and rubbing his temples.

Yesterday was a blur for Pei Yuan. All he remembered was drinking a lot, his stomach aching terribly. He lay on the kang to soothe his stomach, and eventually fell asleep.

In the evening, he vaguely remembered waking up once, mumbling nonsense, eating a little, and that's it.

His memory was fragmented, even the events before getting drunk were hazy. He truly didn't recall seeing this dog.

Sweetie looked at him with round eyes, sticking out its pink tongue to lick his hand. Pei Yuan shuddered and pushed it further away.

He looked at Bao Ning, his tone not so pleasant. "Why did you bring it into my room?"

Bao Ning pursed her lips, thinking this man had quite the bad temper.

Last night, he was pulling her sleeve, begging her not to leave. But now, he acted as if nothing happened, still wearing that scowling face, as if she owed him something.

"I have some chickens and ducks in the room, they're still small. Sweetie is mischievous, I'm afraid it will cause trouble, so I wanted you to help me keep an eye on it," Bao Ning explained.

Only then did Pei Yuan notice the scarf around Bao Ning's neck. His eyes showed a moment of surprise. "Aren't you hot?"

Bao Ning was speechless. After a while, she asked hesitantly, "You really don't remember anything?"

"Wait, let me think again," Pei Yuan pinched his brow, trying hard to piece together yesterday's memories.

He remembered some things. Someone had come to his room at night, it couldn't have been anyone else but Bao Ning. Yes, Bao Ning's little brother had visited during the day, and the kid didn't seem to like him much, saying he wanted to take his sister away. Pei Yuan didn't care, but he felt uneasy. When he felt uncomfortable, he wanted to drink.

He accidentally drank too much, his stomach acted up, nearly making him faint. Then, someone came in, talked to him for a while, wiped his face, and cooked porridge for him.

Pei Yuan knew his own habits. He had been accustomed to staying alert at night during his early years in the military. If someone approached him at night, they were likely to face some trouble.

Looking back at Bao Ning, Pei Yuan felt guilty. "...Did I do that?"

Bao Ning, angry and aggrieved, said, "You really don't remember, you brute!"

"Let me see what I've done." Pei Yuan beckoned to her, reaching out to untie the scarf around her neck. It was a suggestive move, which made Bao Ning's heart skip a beat. She stepped back, blocking his view.

The bruises on her wrist were visible now, shocking.

Pei Yuan felt a pang in his heart. He felt his throat dry. "Does it hurt?"

Bao Ning looked at him but didn't speak. Her emotions were written all over her face. Pei Yuan could tell she was unhappy, disappointed, and sad.

But he didn't know how to comfort her.

Apologizing was always difficult, especially for someone like him who wasn't used to admitting mistakes, especially to a woman, without experience.

After a long silence, Pei Yuan finally said, "I was wrong. Go back and apply some medicine, don't be angry."

Bao Ning felt melancholic. If he hadn't spoken, it would have been better. His casual words made her feel uneasy.

"What's wrong with you?" Bao Ning asked.