His left jaw was hit by a heavy fist, and coming after, a strong foot kicked in the middle of his belly, causing him to fall on the ground.
"So hurt," Chen Huan cried, covering his stomach.
"Bastard, you dare to abuse a woman! You want to die."
The voice seemed familiar to him, so he tried to raise his peepers to see who they were, and then he perceived the daughter of Wu Guang was standing before Caihong. At that time, he was scared that he would get more punches, so he tried to say something to explain, but because his mouth was hurt, he could only express "a...e...w...o..."
Fortunately, Lantian was in a hurry to take care of Caihong, who was still standing by the column, touching her right lower back.
"Are you alright?"
"I hurt my waist," Caihong said.
"Let go to find the ointment."
After saying, Lantian assisted the girl in a manner of caring for the upstairs. As they were walking along the corridor, Yang Ying ran in, "What's wrong?"
"She hurts her waist. Take her to the room. I go to take the ointment," Lantian said and left Caihong to Yang Ying to take care of.
Hearing the word "room," Caihong thought about the room where she ate congee, but it was not; it was another room, which was quiet, clean, and decorated like the room for the couple on the wedding night. In that room she was brought to lie on her stomach on a huge and soft bed and set her chin on a pillow. That pillow was soft and fragrant. A few minutes later, Lantian came in with a small bottle in her hand. She quickly sat on the bed beside Caihong's thigh, then grabbed her cloth on purpose to raise it up. Immediately, Caihong used her hand to press her shirt and said, "Hey, what do you want to do?"
"Apply the ointment," Lantian said and caught the bottom hem of the shirt, but Caihong rolled her body to escape. "I can do it by myself."
"You are hurt. I will do it for you."
"No need," Caihong stated, her face becoming pink.
Lantian chuckled when seeing the behavior of this younger lady. She realized that this female junior did not want to expose her meat because she was shy. At that moment, Yang Ying volunteered to give a hand. "Let me do it."
Lantian wagged her head, then she gave the balm to her.
Even though Caihong did not accord to open her shirt if Lantian was still by the bed.
Knowing this matter, and because she was afraid that if she delayed the time, the wound would be more painful, Lantian agreed to go further from the couch to give time to the girl to get treatment without pressure. But she did not go out of the room—since she was worried that if the girl might need help, she would be able to give assistance on time.
It was very strange that Caihong herself was unable to understand as well why she was feeling shy to allow Lantian to touch or see her body, but for Yang Ying, she did not feel any burden.
'All of them were the same; why do I mind only her?' Caihong thought.
"Young lady Yang, my strength makes you hurt or not?"
Hearing the question, Caihong woke from her thought. "Oh no, it doesn't hurt," she replied.
"If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me." Yang Ying said and continued kneading the waist.
"Um," Caihong nodded. "Your fingers are good," she added.
Yang Ying smiled. "To do the kind of job, I have to know this skill," she told.
"Well," Caihong looked around the room, "is it your room?"
"No, it belongs to Young Lady Wu."
Caihong narrowed her eyebrows. "She has a room here?"
"Yes, it is for when she wants to sleep here."
"Does she ever stay here?"
"Yes, she frequently had night stays here." Yang Ying paused for a second, then added, "Before this room is Sister Caihong's."
"Is she your sister?"
"No, she is not my sister, but she is like my sister." Yang Ying added some ointment on the skin of the girl and continued, "My parents died when I was ten. Then sister Caihong met me and brought me to work in Wan Hua Lou."
"I think she is nice to you, or you will not love her so much like this."
"Yes, she is very nice. She took care of me very well and taught me a lot. If it was not her, I would have died on the street." Yang Ying exhaled and carried on in a sad voice, "Before Wan Hau Lou was in the province. Then the business was not good, so Mother Wang decided to move to the city. They crossed and found me sleeping on the street. At that time, I had no food for many days and passed out. Sister Caihong saw me and took me to the doctor. In fact, Mother Wang didn't want to take me, but Sister Caihong insisted and promised that she would take care of me, and then Mother Wang agreed to bring me with them. Five years ago, Sister Caihong suddenly died, and then Mother Wang arranged for me to replace her."
"So, you are here for many years."
"I stayed here for nine years, but I only worked in the upstairs room for the last three years, and I just met Young Lady Wu after I worked for one year. Young lady Wu is a regular customer. When she comes, she usually comes to me. She is nice."
"I wonder how you can say she is nice."
The voice of Caihong made Yang Ying chuckle.
"She is a tricky person and likes to harass others."
"I don't know why you think Young Lady Wu is not good, but I can see she cares about you so much."
"Care about me!" Caihong spat "Huh" from her lips.
"It's really true. Young Lady Wu is very caring about you. When she did not see you in the room, she asked about you. When I told her you went to the restroom, she immediately went to you because she was concerned about your safety. I never saw her serious about anyone like this. Like this room, she is very protective; she never allows anyone to get in, especially this bed. Even though I can get into this room, I am not able to sleep on this bed, but she gives it to you."
"I don't care. To me, she is not good. She bothered me, she harassed me, and she tricked me. I don't like her."
Even though Yang Ying held a smile on her lips when she heard it. But she stopped uttering and just focused on kneading the injured spot. And because the pressing skill was good, not long after, Caihong fell into sleep.