Yun Mu felt as if something heavy struck him at the bottom of his heart, and the volcanic enthusiasm he had felt slowly began to retreat. Once he calmed down, Yun Mu realized he was actually straddling a bare Qingcheng.
Yun Mu panicked and quickly jumped off of Qingcheng. The poor girl was still crying; he hoped he hadn't done anything beastly.
After glancing at his "little brother" and the condition of the bed sheets, confirming that they had not gone all the way, Yun Mu let out a heavy sigh of relief. Thank goodness.
"Wife, I'm so sorry. I must have taken the wrong medicine just now."
Yun Mu stuttered out his words. Seeing the packet of traditional medicine beside him, Yun Mu then remembered it must be the medicine's fault.
Old Qing, you almost ruined me.
Qingcheng continued to cry with tears streaming down her face, seemingly unable to stop. Who could blame her? Any girl suddenly experiencing such a situation would be in a panic.