Country Beauty 275, Main Text 275 – The Knife Gashes Her Buttocks Chapter 275 – The Knife Gashes Her Buttocks Upon hearing Lu Yun say he was going to sleep in his own room, Hao Donglian immediately brightened up, her face beaming with joy: "Little Yun, are you planning to share the bed with that girl...?" She gestured with her thumb touching her index finger together, clearly implying the content of this section is from the Country Beauty 275 chapter. Lu Yun’s mind buzzed with a sudden rush—he slapped himself twice on the cheeks, wondering why he had to add that extra comment. After all, Hao Donglian had already regarded Ling Xiaoman as her future daughter-in-law. Now, if he ended up sharing a bed with her, the situation would surely become even more complicated. "Uncle, it’s not what you think. I’m just going to be on duty in that room. If the fool Zhang comes back, at least I’ll have someone to hold my ground. Then, whenever you hear any noise, just wake up the third uncle right away, won’t you?" "Even after thinking hard, I couldn't figure it out. Land Yun had only resort to bringing in Zhang, the fool, and that shadow was quite strange—unexpectedly, it made him feel afraid, so he had to be extra cautious. As soon as Hé Donglián heard about Zhang, her expression changed immediately. She said, 'Little Yun, don't be afraid. Tomorrow, I'll have my third uncle file a report at the town hall—there's no way a fool like Zhang can make a big splash.' Seeing that Hé Donglián no longer insisted on the matter of him and Ling Xiaoman sharing a room, he hurried to say, 'Let's talk about it tomorrow, Aunt. I'm off to bed now. Remember to get up early and prepare breakfast—we're going to school.' And with that, he dashed out. Hé Donglián laughed and scolded, 'Rascal! He runs faster than a rabbit—how could I not care about you?' Then she closed the door, turned off the light, and went back to her room to sleep. Lu Yun rushed out of the room, then thought better of it and slipped back into the kitchen. He held the vegetable knife in his hands, resting it against his back waist, before finally entering the room. Though he knew that even if he carried the knife, no matter how foolish Zhang was, he wouldn’t pose any real threat—only that he felt reassured. Once inside, Ling Xiaoman had already divided the quilt into two parts—one placed at the eastern end of the bed, the other at the western end—with a thin cotton blanket laid between them as a divider. "How could that be? Sister, go rest now—I'll have to get up early tomorrow," Lu Yun said, closing his eyes. Ling Xiaoman arranged the quilt neatly and pulled over a sheet, handing it to Lu Yun. "It's cold at night; cover yourself with this." Lu Yun took it, but as he shifted slightly, accidentally cut himself with the knife. He couldn't help but softly gasp, then sat up, pressing his hand to his lower back. Ling Xiaoman quickly crossed the space and came to Lu Yun's side, asking, "What's wrong?" As she reached out to gently take his hand. But Lu Yun had the knife inserted into his lower back, and upon seeing that, Ling Xiaoman would naturally think back to Lu Yun's earlier comment about the foolish Zhang. So he hurried to step aside, only to be lightly grazed by the knife's tip. Still, he managed to hold it together and said, "I'm fine. The bed is uneven—it bumped me a bit. Nothing serious, sister. You go rest now." The summer clothes were so thin. Although Ling Xiaoman didn't know what was hidden behind Lu Yun, she clearly saw the knife blade lifting the short shirt, and then noticed a few spots of bright red on the freshly laid quilt—she immediately recognized them as bloodstains. Her elegant brows furrowed tightly as she looked at Lu Yun and said, "Lu Yun, what are you hiding behind you? Bring it out so I can see." Oh no! You've been discovered! You clumsy knife—didn't you have your fill when I had you slicing up Zhang? Now you're turning around to devour me! Slightly turning his body, Lu Yun looked up at Ling Xiaoman and smiled, saying, "Sister, there's nothing at all. Go sleep now." "You're still lying!" she pointed at the blood spots on the quilt, her face serious. "Look at you—your back is already bleeding. Hurry up and let me check it, or I'm going to be furious." "Big sister, you look really beautiful today—haven't seen you this stern before!" Lu Yun tried to brush it off, smiling brightly. But Ling Xiaoman grew increasingly impatient. "Stop fumbling around! Get your hidden things out right away, or I'll call in Aunt San.!" Lu Yun's forehead glistened with sweat. As he lowered his head, he caught a glimpse of bloodstains on the quilt—his heart sank. "Oh, Third Uncle, what on earth are you doing sharpening the knife so quickly? My poor bottom!" He was silently wailing inside, yet unaware that a bigger trouble was waiting for him tomorrow morning. Seeing that he couldn't avoid it anymore, Lu Yun slowly pulled out the knife. "Lu Yun, why did you hide a knife under your bed while you were sleeping?" Ling Xiaoman had guessed it must be some kind of sharp instrument, but hadn't expected it to be a simple knife. Lu Yun chuckled, "Sister, you're so beautiful. I'm afraid that when you fall asleep, I might do something unseemly. So I brought a kitchen knife—whenever I'm not quite honest, I'll cut myself." "Then didn't you just behave unseemly just now?" Ling Xiaoman snatched the knife from his hands, her face slightly displeased. But soon she realized what was going on and exclaimed, "No, you're lying! It must be Zhang, the fool, who just returned. You're afraid he'll come back and find me, so you've been hiding this knife all along, haven't you?" Lu Yun nodded helplessly. Ling Xiaoman was so clever—once she saw the knife, no amount of lies could fool her. A mist of tears formed in her eyes, and she choked out, "How could you be so silly..." As soon as she spoke, tears streamed down her face. "Sister, don't cry. I'm not deliberately keeping this from you—I'm not even sure if it's Zhang the Fool, but just to be safe. Besides, if I tell you, you'll definitely have a hard time sleeping tonight." Lu Yun hurried to comfort her, but Ling Xiaoman seemed completely unhearing, only continuously wiping away tears. "Remove your pants, I want to check how severe the injury is." Thinking of Lu Yun's cut on his buttocks from the knife, Ling Xiaoman paused, blushed, and gently said to him. Hmm... Lu Yun stood utterly stunned, gazing at Ling Xiaoman, unsure of what to do next. "Not the whole thing—just your pants," Ling Xiaoman bit her red lips and said softly. "There's so much blood flowing—I need to treat the wound right away." "I can do it myself," Lu Yun said, rolling off the bed and stepping into the outer room, adjusting his slippers. After taking several deep breaths, he finally managed to push down the strange thoughts that had been rising in him. Lu Yun didn't consider himself a gentleman. If Ling Xiaoman saw his backside, once the heat built up, he'd hardly care about anything else—just straight up and went. He turned on the light and pulled his pants down a bit, revealing two rather modest wounds that were still oozing blood. Lu Yun found a clean cotton cloth, dampened it with water, and wiped them gently. Suddenly, he realized Ling Xiaoman was standing silently at the doorway of the inner room, staring at him without moving.