Sure, here's the translated text:
Speaking as he did so, he grasped her waist with both hands and directly lifted her up.
Just like last night, he wrapped her legs around his waist, deliberately pressing his hips towards her.
An Ziqi raised her hand in embarrassment and frustration to hit him, but when her hand reached his chest, she saw the bloodstains on the bandage and couldn't bring herself to do it, so she withdrew her hand.
Biting her lip, she glared at him, "You deserve it. Let's see if you dare to act like such a beast next time."
Xiao Moli chuckled and nodded in agreement, "Yes, dying under a peony flower makes me a romantic ghost."
An Ziqi, too lazy to bicker with him any longer, insisted on checking his wound.
Even though so many days had passed, Xiao Moli had refused to let her see it, and now it had split open again.
Regardless of the situation, she couldn't stop worrying.
Xiao Moli had no choice but to let her have her way.
