Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

Under Lil Qi's scrutinizing gaze, Ji'er bowed her head in embarrassment.

How could Yaoyao come up with that sort of idea?

The mere thought of it mortified her.

She bit her lip, and her face grew redder.

When the blush had not yet faded from her cheeks after a while, Chu Qi could not help being concerned. "Are you really all right?"

"I-I'm fine. I just need a nap." Ji'er shook her head and fled the scene.

Chu Qi watched the girl run off in confusion.

Had Yaoyao said something to her just now?

She had started acting like this after exchanging whispers with her sister, and judging from her expression, it was obvious that she was hiding something.

However, he had no way of finding out if she refused to tell him.

He frowned and could not help feeling a little crestfallen.

The little girl who used to cling to him and tell him everything had grown up—she would no longer tell him what was on her mind.

Back in her room, Ji'er immediately stowed away the package of medicine as if it was a hot potato.

Then, she breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the edge of her bed

However, thinking about the medicine's effects made her face grow hot with shame, and she was so agitated that she could hardly sit still.

Lil Qi had almost found out about it.

What would he think of her if he knew she was holding that sort of medicine?

The thought stunned her, and she fell back onto her bed with her face in her hands, too embarrassed to even imagine it.

However, the more she thought about it, the faster her heart pounded; at the same time, a feeling of curiosity welled up in her.

It was a curiosity about the unknown.

Lil Qi, Lil Qi…

She bit her lip as a hint of sweet warmth bloomed in her heart.

Once Ji'er woke up from her nap, she went to Chu Qi's room.

Chu Qi was sitting on his bed, reading a military treatise. He was not at all surprised when she walked in.

"Lil Qi, did you take a nap?" Ji'er approached him and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Chu Qi looked up from his book and turned his gaze to her face.

She was still bleary-eyed from having just woken up, and her hair was tousled too.

"You just woke up?"

"Yes," Ji'er answered softly, her beautiful eyes seeming to speak volumes as they gazed at him.

Chu Qi paused, then said gently, "Go and have a cup of water."

Ji'er nodded. "All right." She rose and took a few steps when a thought came to her, and she whipped her head around to look at him. "You remember that?"

"What?" Chu Qi's gaze landed on her dress.

"You remember my habit of drinking water whenever I wake up," Ji'er said softly, joy apparent in her every word.

"Yes," Chu Qi replied nonchalantly before he looked away.

Ji'er, oblivious to his strange reaction, headed to the table cheerfully to pour herself a cup of water.

Chu Qi's eyes flickered to the mysterious red stain on the edge of the bed.

When Ji'er returned after having had a drink of water, she noticed the odd look in his eyes and followed his gaze, only to see a red stain right where she had sat just now. The instant she realized what it was, her mind went blank, and she flushed furiously.

That was her…

Panic-stricken, she instinctively put her hands behind her back. When Chu Qi looked at her, she could not help herself from stammering, "I-I…"

After a moment of silence, Chu Qi said comfortingly, "It's all right." Throwing the covers aside, he got out of bed and instructed her, "Wait here—I'll go and get you some clean clothes."

"All right." Ji'er hung her head in shame.

Chu Qi regarded her for a moment before turning on his heel and walking out.

Ji'er's room was right next to his.

Chu Qi strode in and opened her wardrobe.

After picking out a set of clothes, he turned to leave when something fell out from the heap of fabric and landed on the floor.