「嘶——」脑袋像被重锤砸过，李雪薇额角顿时沁出冷汗。她挣扎着坐起身，身上粗布麻衣摸着火辣辣的不自在。抬手一摸，脖子上红痕隐隐发痛，昨夜的事儿残影般在脑海里晃悠。「不是在家挖草药吗？」她喃喃自语。这算什么？遭雷劈了？

不对，这感觉不对劲。 memories like this weren't formed in a single night. She frowned, her eyes gradually clearing. She was lying on a soft bed, not the dusty ground outside the outhouse where she usually grew herbs. A faint, pleasant fragrance filled the air, hinting at refined and rare flowers.

Get up, you little rat, remember what I told you! The voice in her heart, that voice only she could hear, sounded urgent. She struggled to force herself to move but felt weak all over.

Just as she was about to try again, a pair of strong arms abruptly supported her. A warm, masculine scent filled her senses, different from the floral fragrance but equally pleasant. She blinked her eyes and saw the handsome face of the Third Prince, Ning Xihe, gazing down at her tenderly.

「How are you feeling now, little beast?」 His voice was like clear water, soothing her aches with every word. His eyes, filled with concern, made her feel comfortable despite her confusion.