Forbidden to Bully the Storybook’s Heroine

Forbidden to Bully the Storybook’s Heroine – Chapter 90

by Little Panda

A Long-Awaited Reunion, a Little Couple’s Clinginess

Under Song Muyun’s relentless questioning, Sima Jushan, drenched in a cold sweat, grabbed a soldier who had come to check on his good brother. He told him, “Go, go find Jiang Yao. Tell her to get over here right now, or she’ll regret it for the rest of her life!”

Jiang Yao was highly skilled in martial arts. Even though she held no rank, there wasn’t a single person who didn’t know her. With a longsword, she could charge in and out of enemy ranks several times, killing more people than the general. They weren’t blind.

However, when Jiang Yao heard this message, she was completely dismissive.¹

This mother, regret it for the rest of my life?

Because of you?

Hah, what a joke.

From the bottom of her heart, Jiang Yao felt Sima Jushan didn’t have that kind of power over her, but she went anyway.

Mostly, she wanted to see what kind of tricks Sima Jushan was trying to pull.

The woman sauntered over to the wounded soldiers’ camp, a whip dangling from her hand, which she flicked lackadaisically with her wrist.² She spotted the half-dead Sima Jushan lying there at a glance and went up to give him a kick.

“What’s the big deal, yelling for this mother? ‘Regret it for the rest of my life,’ you say? I’d regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t see you? You’d better have something important to tell me.”

Jiang Yao held her whip and looked down at him from above.

Sima Jushan’s face was filled with utter despair.³ This pair of wives, were they born just to be his bane?

Damn it, his wound already hurt, and now his leg hurt too.

His voice was feeble and listless as he glanced to the side. “It wasn’t me who wanted to see you. It was her.”

Jiang Yao lazily lifted her head, and her gaze met that of her pillow-mate, who was anxiously treating someone’s wound.

Song Muyun pressed her lips together guiltily. After just one glance at Jiang Yao, she immediately lowered her head and continued to tend to the wound.

…

Jiang Yao’s eyes widened in shock. She stared in disbelief. Was that Muyun?

How had she gotten so thin!

Wasn’t she just a bag of bones now?!

The plump figure she had managed to nurture was gone, replaced by this scrawny frame. Was this really Muyun?

She strode over, grabbed Song Muyun, who was diligently treating the wound, and pulled her around. The thin, haggard, yet still beautiful face entered her sight, making her frown instinctively. Her tone was tinged with anger. “Didn’t I tell you to wait for me at home? Why did you come here?!”

Song Muyun quietly pulled her arm back and said in a small voice, “I’ll explain later. Let me bandage him up first.”

The injured man was an ordinary soldier. He didn’t recognize Song Muyun, nor did he know about her relationship with Jiang Yao. However, he had vaguely heard the rumors about Jiang Yao “rubbing mirrors,”⁴ and he was currently trying his best to eavesdrop. But as soon as the woman said she would bandage him, they stopped talking. Both pairs of eyes fell on him. One pair was emotionless, while the other was sharp and piercing, scanning him up and down, which was terrifying.

He already regretted it. He had only come over to get patched up because he’d heard the court had sent new physicians and female physicians and was too lazy to bandage himself. He never thought this person would actually know Jiang Yao. This atmosphere… it made it hard for him to even breathe.

Once his wound was finally bandaged, he immediately rolled over, shut his eyes tightly, and refused to make eye contact with either of them. Jiang Yao took Song Muyun’s hand. “Stop what you’re doing and come with me.”

Song Muyun let out a small cry. “Ah, be careful, they’re dirty.”

Her hands were covered in filth and blood.

Jiang Yao didn’t care much about whether they were dirty or not. Having spent so much time on the battlefield, she was no longer so fastidious about cleanliness.

She pulled the person away, leading her to the bank of a stream. Jiang Yao silently placed her hands in the water to wash them.

Song Muyun saw her fierce expression and assumed she was angry because she had come here in secret. She lowered her head and remained silent, her long eyelashes trembling. She was thoroughly intimidated.

Jiang Yao washed every bit of filth and blood from that pair of slender, jade-like hands, even carefully cleaning between her fingers. Only then did she finally look up at her.

The young woman looked back at her uneasily but only dared to meet her gaze for two seconds before quickly looking away again, looking very much like she was afraid of being scolded. Jiang Yao was exasperated.

She tugged at the coarse cloth garments on Song Muyun, her expression finally turning grim. “Why are you dressed like this?”

Song Muyun looked down at the clothes she had deliberately changed into. Unlike Jiang Yao’s displeasure, her own expression softened slightly. “I couldn’t bear to wear the clothes you had specially made for me. I was afraid of getting them dirty and having them be hard to wash, so I wore this outfit. It’s more resistant to dirt.”

“If they’re hard to wash, just throw them away. I’ll have more made for you when I get back. How could you wear this?”

This kind of coarse hemp cloth—Muyun had probably never worn anything like it before. Even when she was trapped in Yue Shang Fang, Jiang Yao had never seen her wear such clothes.

Jiang Yao couldn’t bear for her to live poorly. She wanted to give Song Muyun the best life in the world, to let her live a life envied by all.

Yet here she was, wearing coarse cloth and hemp garments to follow the army, insisting on living what others would call a hard life.

Song Muyun was already prepared. She had come here secretly behind Jiang Yao’s back, so she expected to be reprimanded. It was fine; she could take it.

As long as she didn’t send her back.

At this thought, the young woman’s features relaxed. She looked at Jiang Yao gently and said, “If others can wear these clothes, then of course I can too. I’m here to practice medicine with the army, not for an outing. It wouldn’t be appropriate to wear those other clothes.”

She took Jiang Yao’s hand and swayed it lightly, as if acting spoiled.

Jiang Yao actually knew it wasn’t appropriate either, but her heart felt heavy. By following her, Muyun wasn’t able to live a better life.

“You… when did you start learning medicine?”

She was certain that the Muyun of the past knew nothing of medicine.

“I started studying seriously during those few days when you were ignoring me.”

Song Muyun was a little sheepish. She answered hesitantly, not daring to look at her, her gaze fixed on the tips of her mud-stained shoes.

Jiang Yao was stunned by her words. So, during the days they weren’t speaking to each other, Muyun had done so much. Not only had she made her two sets of clothes, but she had also studied medicine, all for the sake of one day being able to follow the army?

“Idiot.” Jiang Yao was deeply moved, but she deliberately kept a straight face, not letting it show. She even flicked Song Muyun on the forehead, causing the unprepared girl’s head to snap back, leaving a red mark on her snowy-white brow.

“What’s so good about following the army? You gave up the pampered life of luxury you had in the capital to come here and live a hard life with me?”⁵

Why was she working so hard to get out here and earn military merits? Wasn’t it all to support her wifey, to make her the renowned General’s Wife so that no one would ever dare to bully her again?

So that even when she wasn’t around, no one would dare to bully her, and she could live a very, very good life.

But her wifey just had to be an idiot, giving up a good life. Sigh.

Song Muyun clutched her forehead and shot her a glare, muttering her dissatisfaction in a low voice, “I’m not an idiot. I don’t like that life of luxury. I just like being with you.”

Jiang Yao let out a scoff, which made the other girl angry. She pounded Jiang Yao’s chest several times as her face flushed red. “What I said is true! I couldn’t care less about living some ‘good life.’ I want to be with you, I just want to be with you! Jiang Yao, you’re not allowed to send me away. Even if we die, we have to die together.”

A hazy mist shimmered in Song Muyun’s eyes as she looked at her.

Jiang Yao’s heart softened uncontrollably.

It melted into a puddle. She gently stroked Song Muyun’s fluffy head and finally backed down,⁶ only chiding her lightly, “Nonsense. I won’t die, and I certainly won’t let you die.”

Song Muyun pressed forward to hug Jiang Yao, her cheek against hers. “Mm, I know.”

Her voice carried a gentle certainty. She knew she hadn’t chosen the wrong person. Jiang Yao was someone who would protect her for a lifetime. Their lifetime would be decades long, not a mere few years.

Jiang Yao also raised her hands to embrace her back, patting it gently. Song Muyun quieted down. After a moment, she asked in a small voice, “Are you still angry with me?”

She had to come. She absolutely had to stay by Jiang Yao’s side. She would come even if Jiang Yao was angry, but it would be best, so very best, if Jiang Yao wasn’t.

She didn’t want to give Jiang Yao the cold shoulder again, with both of them ignoring each other.

That feeling was a bitterness that seemed to seep into her very bones.

Jiang Yao shook her head. She wasn’t really angry. She hadn’t been angry from the start, just worried.

She pulled the other girl onto her lap and, raising a hand, went to lift her clothes, her eyes peeking inside shiftily. Song Muyun’s face burned red. She tried to push Jiang Yao’s hand away limply, her voice extremely shy. “What… what are you doing? It’s broad daylight,⁷ and we’re outside. You…”

Before she could finish, she heard Jiang Yao say, “Good, the inner lining is still decent quality. It hasn’t chafed your skin red. Otherwise, you’d really be in for some pain. Yun’er, what were you saying just now?”

Song Muyun: …

The young woman’s face was full of shame and annoyance, and she hit her again. “What could I be saying? I was saying that there are many wounded today, and I should go back to treat them!”

She suddenly became fierce. Jiang Yao, stunned, replied, instinctively holding her as she stood up, “Oh, then I’ll take you back.”

She didn’t even put her down, but carried her all the way.

Song Muyun was mortified. She buried her face in Jiang Yao’s chest, smelling the rather heavy scent of rust on her, mixed with a trace of a familiar fragrance.

She should have reminded Jiang Yao to put her down, but she hadn’t been in this embrace for nearly a month. She missed it so much, wanted it so badly.

When Jiang Yao appeared in the wounded soldiers’ camp carrying Song Muyun, the very air seemed to freeze for a few seconds. A moment later, a ruckus erupted around them. “My grandpa’s legs, what the hell am I seeing?”⁸

“Your grandpa’s! Jiang Yao’s the type to tell everyone to scram every single day. What’s that thing she’s holding in her arms?”⁹

“You idiot! You’ve been in the barracks so long you’ve gone stupid? That’s a woman. You don’t even recognize a woman anymore?”

This bunch of soldiers had been half-dead when their wounds were being dressed, but now each one was louder than the last, making one’s head ache.

“Why is that woman in Jiang Yao’s arms?”

“Are you dumb? The rumors from the capital say that the Prime Minister’s daughter, Jiang Yao, is a ‘mirror-rubber’! Isn’t it perfectly normal for a woman to be in her arms?”

They chattered on and on.¹⁰

Jiang Yao turned and found a clean spot to put Song Muyun down. The moment she was seated, Jiang Yao pressed her head into her own chest.

She didn’t struggle, obediently letting her do as she pleased.

All the wounded soldiers lying on their sickbeds, who had been curiously watching them and loudly discussing them, were swept over by a sharp glare.

In an instant, the air seemed to freeze again.

The others quieted down, silently observing their noses and hearts,¹¹ letting the female physicians bandage their wounds.

Jiang Yao gently stroked the soft, fair flesh on the nape of Song Muyun’s neck, feeling her nuzzle lightly against her chest. Her voice was neither loud nor soft. “Yun’er, I have some matters to discuss with General Guide in a bit, so I can’t stay here with you. If any reckless fool dares to bully you, just tell me. I’ll protect you, understand?”¹²

The voice from her embrace was soft and delicate, with a hint of obedience. “I understand.”

The others heard Jiang Yao’s words too. Those who had any ideas quietly put them away.

No one could forget Jiang Yao’s capabilities. When the Wei Army came to assist and the Jin Army was suffering successive defeats,¹³ it was Jiang Yao’s single silver needle that took the life of the Wei general. The tiny, almost invisible needle, from such a great distance on a chaotic battlefield, had managed to strike the man’s only exposed spot—his throat—piercing a blood vessel and killing him on the spot. It had severely demoralized the Wei and Sheng armies, allowing this small force of ten thousand to merely be at a slight disadvantage against thirty thousand, rather than retreating again and again until reinforcements arrived.

When Jiang Yao’s face was cold, she looked fierce. Even among the soldiers in the army, it was still human nature to seek advantage and avoid harm.¹⁴ No one would provoke Jiang Yao for no good reason.

It was completely quiet in the wounded soldiers’ camp until she left. Only when her departing figure was completely out of sight did the wounded soldiers dare to glance, intentionally or not, at Song Muyun.

Song Muyun naturally noticed, but she pretended not to. Picking up a cotton cloth and some wound medicine, she found the nearest unattended soldier and quietly began to clean and dress his wound.

After leaving the wounded soldiers’ camp, Jiang Yao walked briskly to Wen Yueyu’s tent. Normally, she could take her time, but today her wife had actually arrived. Since she was already here, she couldn’t just stuff her back. She had to arrange the young woman’s food and lodging… they would just have to live together.

At this thought, Jiang Yao couldn’t help but curve her lips into a faint smile. She hadn’t had time to wipe it away when she lifted the curtain and entered the tent, and Wen Yueyu caught her red-handed.

“What’s made you so happy? I haven’t seen you this happy before. Is it because the reinforcements have arrived?”

Wen Yueyu’s voice was as placid as ever as she asked Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao smiled and shook her head, finding a place to sit. “It’s nothing major. My wife just arrived.”

This time, Wen Yueyu’s voice was a little louder, somewhat astonished. “Your wife?”

“Mm.”

“Is it that daughter of Lord Song Yunqian?”

“That’s right. Who else could it be? She’s here to be a female physician. She’ll be sleeping in my tent tonight.”

When Jiang Yao first arrived, she had to sleep with others. She wasn’t used to it, so she preferred to sleep in a tree rather than go back to the tent. Later, she relied on her own strength—taking on a hundred men by herself—to earn a private tent. It was perfect now that her wifey was here; she could move in too.

“I heard that there are eleven female physicians who came this time. Usually, it’s an even number. It seems your wife came on her own accord. Did she come for you?”

Wen Yueyu was curious and asked casually. After Jiang Yao nodded, her question was answered, and only then did she bring up official business.

The two of them discussed matters in the tent for a long time. Several vice-generals came in and out, each with their own assignments. By the time everyone’s arrangements were made, the sky had also dimmed somewhat.

Jiang Yao stood up, stretched languidly, and asked wearily, “Is there anything else?”

“We’re done. Are you going to find your wife now?”

Nearly a month was enough time for Wen Yueyu and Jiang Yao to become familiar with each other. Occasionally, they would ask about each other’s affairs like old acquaintances.

“That’s right. I can’t rest easy leaving her alone among that group of rough men. There’s no guarantee some audaciously daring one won’t offend her.”¹⁵

“Alone? She’s not the only female physician there.”

Wen Yueyu shook her head, thinking to herself that Jiang Yao’s judgment was clouded by concern.¹⁶ She cared far too much for that Miss Song; her attentiveness was not at all like that of a military officer.

“But she doesn’t know anyone else. She only knows me. When I’m there, she feels more at ease.”

What Jiang Yao said was not wrong, but she had just been through a mentally and physically exhausting battle. She ought to be resting well.

Never mind, she thought. Perhaps it’s a matter between a little wife-and-wife couple. I don’t really understand.

“Then you should go. Don’t keep her waiting.”

The battlefield was dangerous, yet that Miss Song dared to follow her here alone. It spoke volumes of her character and affection.

Jiang Yao turned and left Wen Yueyu’s tent, heading back to the wounded soldiers’ camp. A few people were teasing Song Muyun—they were all fellow female physicians.

“We heard about you and that Eldest Miss Jiang long ago, but we never quite believed it. It turns out you two really are so in love.”

“So that’s Eldest Miss Jiang, huh? So good-looking. It’s a pity she’s a ‘mirror-rubber’.”

“What’s there to pity? Are you pitying her on behalf of those men? If you ask me, Miss Jiang has a valiant and heroic bearing¹⁷ and she protects her home and defends the country. Only a gentle and considerate celestial fairy like Muyun is worthy of her.¹⁸ What do those stinking men have? Their thick skins?”

As she spoke, she must have gotten indignant, because the pressure from her hands accidentally became a bit heavy. The wounded soldier grimaced in pain but didn’t dare make a sound.

Song Muyun’s neck and cheeks were flushed pink from all the teasing. She didn’t dare to look up at anyone, her eyelashes trembling as she finished bandaging the last patient, right until a familiar, clean female fragrance wafted into her nose.

She looked up in a daze, and when she saw who had arrived, her eyes filled with a fine, starry light. “Jiang Yao, you’re here.”

Jiang Yao was no longer covered in the filth from when they first met. She had changed into clean clothes, washing away all the scent of blood.

Then she stood next to Song Muyun, letting her smell the familiar scent. After the initial surprise, Song Muyun subconsciously opened her arms to her.

Jiang Yao chuckled lightly and, as she wished, bent down to hug her. One hand wrapped around the woman’s waist, the other around her soft bottom. She sat down, pulling Song Muyun onto her lap.

The person Song Muyun had missed for a month was right in front of her. The few hurried words they had exchanged earlier were not nearly enough. Now, she wished she could drown in her embrace, so much so that she forgot where she was, until a good-natured roar of laughter sounded beside her.

“The moment Muyun sees Eldest Miss Jiang, her soul is completely stolen away. Has she forgotten we’re still here?” one of the female physicians said with a smile.

“Yes, yes, she must have forgotten. Muyun didn’t smile once the entire journey,” another added.

Song Muyun suddenly realized what a shocking thing she had done in front of a crowd. She was instantly so ashamed that she buried her entire face in Jiang Yao’s chest, not daring to look up at anyone.

Jiang Yao patted the young woman’s back, stroking it gently again and again to soothe her.

“It’s alright, don’t be afraid.”

She whispered this next to her baby’s ear, then looked up at the others, her expression gentle. “My wife is a bit clingy. Don’t talk about her like that; she gets shy.”

The half-dead soldiers lying there suddenly discovered that ever since Jiang Yao’s beloved had appeared, her temper had improved greatly, and her expression had softened. She was no longer a cold, solemn statue.

The female physicians who had traveled with her were all kind people. Seeing this, they waved their hands and truly stopped looking at Song Muyun. However, a more gossipy one started chatting with Jiang Yao about Song Muyun’s journey.¹⁹

She said that she ate very little at every meal, that she wore a placid expression every day. While everyone else was laughing, she alone would not smile, her eyes always filled with sorrow. This was the first time they had seen her smile so happily. It turned out she couldn’t be happy because she was thinking of her beloved the whole way.

Now that she had seen her beloved, she was finally beaming with joy, as if she had come alive. They also felt brave enough to joke with her a little.

If it had been like on the road, no one would have dared to say anything to her. At first, they had even gathered together to guess if she was looking down on them for their humble status and that was why she didn’t speak to them. Only now did they realize that the girl was simply sick with lovesickness and had no energy to pay them any mind.²⁰

The fluffy head in her arms unconsciously nudged her twice, quietly tugging at Jiang Yao, urging her to quickly take her away and not let others laugh at her anymore.

Jiang Yao understood. She smiled and listened until the gossipy female physician finished speaking before picking her up and asking them, “Where is Yun’er’s luggage? Could I trouble you to show me the way, miss? It’s almost time for the evening meal. I’ll take her back first, and she can come back tomorrow.”

“Oh, oh, her luggage! I’ll take you. She stored it in the tent. Is Miss Song sleeping with you tonight?” A young woman who looked quite young stood up to lead the way, speaking very politely.

“Mm, she’s my wife, of course.”

Jiang Yao held Muyun steadily in her arms, followed the female physician to retrieve her bundle, and then carried her away.

Only when the noisy chatter around them faded did Song Muyun dare to peek her head out from her embrace, curiously looking around. She asked in a small voice, “Are we out? Are you taking me back?”

Jiang Yao let out a light humph. “You’re already here. If I don’t take you back, am I supposed to let you go sleep with someone else?”

This was her wife, after all.

Their situation was a bit special, being a romance between two women. Therefore, whether Muyun slept with a woman or a man, she felt it was unacceptable. After thinking it over, the only option was for her to sleep with her.

Song Muyun reached out from Jiang Yao’s arms, hooked them around her neck, and shifted a bit to find a better position to nestle in. Her voice was so sweet it could have been dripping honey. “Consider yourself sensible.”

“Hold on tight and don’t fidget, or you’ll fall.”

“Okay, I know.”

The lovers had been separated for a month and missed each other terribly. Song Muyun was more than just a little more obedient than before. She leaned against Jiang Yao’s chest the whole time without saying a word, letting the passing soldiers stare at them with assessing gazes, and listened as Jiang Yao explained to them that she was her… wife.

Song Muyun dreamed of truly becoming Jiang Yao’s wife, but it was a pity they were both women and could not marry.

The tent was in a quiet spot that Jiang Yao had specially chosen. After bringing her inside, she set her down, letting her walk around and look.

The young woman’s dark eyes darted around. Jiang Yao went to quickly tidy up her messy bed, and when she turned back, she happened to see Song Muyun curiously pressing on a wooden stump she had casually chopped down to use as a chair. She was a little exasperated. “I told you not to come, but you still followed me in secret. Life with the army isn’t as good as you think. It’s a hard life. It’ll wear you out.”

She walked over and unceremoniously ruffled Song Muyun’s hair.

Naturally, she was glared at. But after the glare, the young woman whimpered and threw herself into her arms, hugging her and saying in a small voice, “I’m not afraid of hardship. As long as you’re here, I can endure any kind of life.”

Song Muyun had once been the Eldest Miss of the Song family, and after meeting Jiang Yao, she became Jiang Yao’s little ancestor, always pampered with delicate skin and tender flesh.²¹ Jiang Yao couldn’t bear for her to suffer even a little, but who knew she would insist on throwing herself into it.

“That’s what you say now, but it might not be the case later. You love chicken soup, but there are no chickens here to make soup for you.”

“Don’t make me sound so gluttonous. When you weren’t home, I couldn’t eat anything. I didn’t even want to drink soup. Now that I’ve seen you, I’m only just starting to feel a little hungry.”

Jiang Yao’s fingers pinched Song Muyun’s chin, turning it from side to side. “No wonder. You’ve gotten much thinner. Come on, I’ll take you to eat.”

Footnotes

The original text uses the idiom 嗤之以鼻 (chī zhī yǐ bí), which literally means “to snort at it with one’s nose,” expressing scorn or contempt.
The original text uses the idiom 吊儿郎当 (diào’erlángdāng), which describes a carefree, casual, or even slovenly attitude.
The original text uses the phrase 生无可恋 (shēng wú kě liàn), a modern expression meaning “to have no will to live” or to feel that life is meaningless, often used humorously to describe extreme despair or resignation.
Rubbing mirrors (磨镜, mó jìng) is a classical and literary euphemism for lesbianism.
The original phrase is 金尊玉贵 (jīn zūn yù guì), literally “golden and honored, jade and precious,” describing a life of extreme wealth and privilege.
The original phrase is 败下阵来 (bài xià zhèn lái), a military metaphor meaning “to be defeated in battle,” used here to mean giving in or conceding.
The original phrase is 青天白日 (qīng tiān bái rì), literally “blue sky, white sun,” meaning in broad daylight.
The original phrase 我爷个腿腿 (wǒ yé ge tuǐ tui) is a rustic exclamation of shock or disbelief, similar to “Well, I’ll be damned!” or “Holy cow!”.
The phrase 你大爷的 (nǐ dà ye de), literally “your grandpa’s,” is a common, mild curse used to express frustration or surprise, similar to “damn it.”
The original text uses the onomatopoeia 叽叽喳喳 (jī jī zhā zhā), which mimics the sound of birds chirping and is used to describe lively, noisy chatter.
The phrase 眼观鼻，鼻观心 (yǎn guān bí, bí guān xīn), literally “eyes watch the nose, nose watches the heart,” is an expression for looking straight ahead and minding one’s own business, feigning indifference to one’s surroundings.
The term 不长眼 (bù zhǎng yǎn), literally “doesn’t grow eyes,” is a colloquial way to describe someone who is oblivious, tactless, or reckless.
The idiom 节节败退 (jié jié bài tuì) means to retreat step by step or suffer one defeat after another.
The idiom 趋利避害 (qū lì bì hài) means to pursue benefits and avoid harm, describing a fundamental aspect of self-preservation.
The idiom 胆大包天 (dǎn dà bāo tiān), literally “gall so big it wraps the heavens,” describes someone who is incredibly audacious or reckless.
The idiom 关心则乱 (guān xīn zé luàn) means that deep concern for someone can lead to confusion and poor judgment.
The idiom 英姿飒爽 (yīng zī sà shuǎng) describes someone, often a woman, with a heroic and dashing demeanor.
The phrase 天边仙子 (tiān biān xiān zǐ), literally “fairy from the edge of the sky,” is a poetic way to describe a woman of otherworldly beauty.
The term 嘴碎 (zuǐ suì), literally “broken mouth,” is slang for someone who is gossipy or overly talkative.
The idiom 相思成疾 (xiāng sī chéng jí) literally means “longing develops into an illness,” describing a state of being lovesick.
The phrase 细皮嫩肉 (xì pí nèn ròu), literally “fine skin and tender flesh,” describes someone who is delicate and has been sheltered from hardship.

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