Shocking! The school heartthrob who was adopted by a wealthy family is actually a heiress!

Chapter 110 Did I hurt you?
Looking at the person whose emotions had almost overflowed just moments before, Shen Yanci's emotions vanished instantly, leaving only focus and worry.

How does she manage to have her emotions come and go so quickly?

Qin Zhao removed the cotton swab and first disinfected his hand with iodine. Such a beautiful hand, yet his knuckles were covered in bloody holes. If these wounds were not treated properly, they could easily leave scars.

Her jaw was clenched tightly. She applied ointment to the wound with a cotton swab to promote healing. The aunt said that keeping the wound moist could prevent the formation of raised or recessed scars.

She held Shen Yanci's hand in her palm and gently applied the ointment, blowing on the wound as she did so.

Shen Yanci's fingers twitched slightly, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

Qin Zhao paused for a moment, his voice very soft: "Did I hurt you? Why don't you do it yourself?"

"..."

Shen Yanci's eyes were red-rimmed, his pupils trembled slightly, glistening with tears, and his face was bruised and purple. His dark eyes looked at her with a broken expression.

When I look at you, I feel like the whole world owes him something.

Qin Zhao truly owes him.

She felt even more guilty, and she lowered her head, saying, "I'll be gentler."

She asked him how he felt: "Is this okay?"

His movements became even gentler, as if he were handling some precious, fragile treasure.

After she finished applying the ointment, her forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat. She breathed a sigh of relief and skillfully bandaged the wound with gauze.

"Brother Yanci, you must pay attention to your diet these days. Avoid spicy foods and foods that may aggravate your condition."

Shen Yanci's other hand was easier to handle, so she repeated the previous steps: disinfecting, applying medicine, and bandaging.

Her bandaging technique was very efficient.

Shen Yanci's voice trailed off hoarsely: "Were you often injured before?"

Qin Zhao paused for a moment, then continued bandaging.

She knew that Shen Yanci didn't mean anything by asking these questions, and he wouldn't blame or dislike her for it, nor would he view her with prejudice.

But her useless pride seemed to have belatedly grown back.

Playing the victim can sometimes have unexpected results, and she sometimes enjoys using this method. She doesn't care as long as she achieves her goal.

Just like the auntie who collects recyclables would give her an extra five cents per pound of recyclables, she accepted that pitying look and took the extra wealth that came with it; it was a good deal.

But she didn't want Shen Yanci to feel sorry for her, and she didn't want Shen Yanci to pity her.

Qin Zhao asked casually, "Do you think I bandaged it very well?"

Shen Yanci hummed in agreement.

She explained skillfully, "A grandfather taught me. He was an old doctor and knew a lot of things."

She raised her voice slightly, her face asking for praise: "Of course, it's mainly because I'm good at it."

Shen Yan looked at her and said, "Yes, Zhao Zhao is very capable."

Qin Zhao's original intention was to lighten the atmosphere and change the subject.

But Shen Yanci responded to her words.

His voice was low, magnetic, and husky, yet carried an inexplicable solemnity and seriousness. The wind carried his voice into Qin Zhao's ears, and a rapid heat surged through them.

She lowered her eyelids, pursed her lips, and raised her eyes slightly: "The handbag is wrapped."

Next up is the face.

Shen Yanci half-closed his eyelids, looking completely helpless.

He was taller than Qin Zhao, and Qin Zhao had to look up at him. Afraid of hurting him, Qin Zhao deliberately stood on tiptoe and straightened his back.

This posture is very strenuous.

Shen Yanci blinked and leaned closer, inevitably bringing the two of them very close.

The purplish discoloration on his cheekbone spread upwards to his eyes, and Qin Zhao inevitably came into contact with his eyes. His dark eyes were still misty, and her reflection was in them.

Her breathing became uncontrollably labored.

She forced herself not to look at those eyes, but the wound was too close to them; all she could see in her peripheral vision were the dark eyelashes and pupils.

He was looking at her.

She suddenly lost her composure.

A muffled groan escaped her lips, followed by a short, labored breath. Shen Yanci's brows furrowed, and her eyes finally closed for a fleeting moment, just as she had hoped.

Qin Zhao's eyelashes trembled. Holding the cotton swab, she looked at him somewhat helplessly and said, "I'm sorry."

Shen Yanci's Adam's apple bobbed as he opened his eyes to look at her.

Her eyes blinked frantically, her nose was red, and her whole being exuded a lively, watery charm.

His breathing became erratic; he turned his face away, his chest rising and falling slightly.

A dangerous thought was running through his mind.

Qin Zhao looked at his taut jawline and felt even more helpless: "I really didn't mean to."

"I'll buy you a mirror, can you do it yourself?"

Shen Yanci laughed in exasperation: "Is this the kind of apology you came up with?"

It throws people's minds into disarray, making them only think about running away.

Qin Zhaoqing's eyes were still misty as she looked at him with her eyelids lowered.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice softened: "Can't you be a little gentler? Like you were when you were touching my hand, blow on it for me."

His head was tilted to the side, and the faint redness at the corners of his eyes seemed to spread to his earlobes.

The noise of traffic was incessant, and the temperature seemed to have risen a bit more.

Qin Zhao gave a soft "hmm".

Shen Yanci's eyelashes returned to her clear vision.

Qin Zhao's hand twitched slightly: "Could you... close your eyes?"

"I'm afraid I'll poke your eyes."

She added.

The reasons are perfectly legitimate.

Shen Yanci closed his eyelids, obscuring his dark pupils, and Qin Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

She carefully and attentively disinfected and applied medicine to the wound.

When you close your eyes and your vision is plunged into darkness, your sense of touch and smell become exceptionally sensitive.

Qin Zhao's movements were so gentle that even though the wound hadn't scabbed over yet, Shen Yanci couldn't feel any pain, only a subtle itch.

A warm breeze caressed him, like a kiss on his eyes, accompanied by soft breaths, seeping into his heart.

His hands unconsciously began to tighten.

Her scent wafted from his nose. Qin Zhao had a very faint, natural fragrance that he had never smelled on other boys, yet it was completely different from a girl's perfume.

The bathroom she used, the clothes he wore—that's the smell that lingers.

Shen Yanci's breathing became heavier.

Qin Zhao stopped what he was doing: "Did I hurt you?"

Shen Yanci's Adam's apple bobbed, and he gave a muffled "hmm".

The feeling of that thought grew stronger and stronger.

He didn't want to think of her that way, but Lin Shi wasn't entirely wrong; Qin Zhao sometimes really didn't act like a boy.

When she lowers her voice, it is very soft. Can a boy have such a natural and soft voice?

And her face, so small, so beautiful.

Shen Yanci recalled Qin Zhao asking him if he, like others, felt that she lacked the qualities of a male lead.

She must have been told she looked like a girl before and attacked because of it. She doesn't like people saying that, and she's unhappy about it.

Shen Yanci exhaled a breath of stale air, forcing himself to shake off this seemingly reasonable yet absurd thought.

He can't think like that.

Qin Zhao is Qin Zhao.

He likes Qin Zhao.

Oh no! Chapter 106 was just released by the editor, and then it got blocked by the review committee again... I revised it countless times! Countless times!
This chapter is being posted first. The second chapter will be a bit late, probably around 1 AM, so please don't wait... I'm sorry, I'm really tired...

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