At night, the soft and obedient girl was kissed by the big boss in the Beijing circle and cried

Jin Yanchen didn't take it seriously, as if he wasn't the one bleeding, and said calmly, "You won't die."

Liang Hanyue had not dared to look up at him because he was naked. Now she mustered up the courage to look at his back, which was shockingly scarlet. The blood had even flowed into the bathtub.

"You're so badly injured, why are you still taking a bath?" She urged anxiously, "Go up quickly and ask the servant to bring the medicine box."

He paused, then changed the subject and said, "Forget it, let's ask Doctor Yan to come over."

She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to handle such a serious injury.

Jin Yanchen stared at her with his dark eyes without saying a word.

Seeing him sitting still, Liang Hanyue took a deep breath and said, "When you're better, I'll take it off for you to see. You can look at it however you want. Okay?"

It's going to happen sooner or later anyway, so there's no need to be reserved.

Jin Yanchen pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his thin lips curled slightly, "Look however you want?"

The tone is slow, with endless tenderness and ambiguity.

Liang Hanyue nodded, "Yes, go up quickly and don't let the wound get wet, or it might get infected."

Jin Yanchen stood up and stepped out of the bathtub, walking barefoot on the floor tiles and leaving a trail of wet footprints as he walked out of the bathroom.

Liang Hanyue no longer had the heart to take a bath. She simply rinsed off the foam on her body and changed into pajamas. When she walked out of the bathroom, she saw him sitting on the sofa with his upper body naked, wearing a pair of black pajamas. The silk fabric was soft and smooth. He didn't wipe the water off his body, and the pajamas were almost stuck to his skin, with the lines of his muscles faintly visible.

The servant knocked on the door and brought a medicine box. Liang Hanyue took the medicine box, turned around and walked over to squat in front of the coffee table. While looking through the medicine box, she said, "Let's ask Doctor Yan to come over. Just in case..."

Turning back, the man pinched her lips with his slender fingers, "If I call him for such a minor injury, he will say that the hospital is not open for me alone."

This man is quite vindictive. Liang Hanyue: "But you own the hospital."

Jin Yanchen pinched his cheeks, which were red from the heat, and said, "You are really sharp-tongued now."

Liang Hanyue met his hot and lustful eyes, her heart trembled slightly, she curled her lips, stood up and sat beside him, her eyes fell on his back.

The crisscross wounds on the broad back had opened up into gaping holes. Because of being soaked in water, the wounds had turned white and the flesh had curled up, as if... it had been scalded by hot water, with a few streaks of blood.

Liang Hanyue first disinfected the wound with hydrogen peroxide, then found some ointment and applied it to the wound little by little.

Perhaps because of the pain, Jin Yanchen's muscles tensed up involuntarily, and his whole body was tense and motionless.

"If it really hurts, just smoke a cigarette, it's okay." Liang Hanyue felt the pain for him just by looking at the wound on his back.

Not only were there few intact patches of skin, but there were also some old wounds and uneven scars, and it was obvious that he had suffered such injuries frequently in the past.

Hearing this, Jin Yanchen couldn't help but picked up the cigarette box, took out a cigarette, lit it, put it to his lips, and took a deep puff.

Actually, the wound on my back wasn't a big deal, and the pain wasn't unbearable. But I felt her fingertips gently touching the wound on my back. I guess she was afraid of hurting me, so she rubbed it and blew gently...

Damn it, it's hard to bear.

Liang Hanyue was afraid of hurting him, so she moved slowly and gently. By the time she applied the medicine to the wound, her arms were sore and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Jin Yanchen wasn't in much better shape either. Beads of sweat as big as soybeans trickled down his forehead along his cold, hard features. His breathing was short, and he looked at her like a wolf that wanted to eat her.

The moment Liang Hanyue met his gaze, she immediately lowered her eyes, but her peripheral vision accidentally caught a glimpse of his lower abdomen...

My cheeks suddenly felt hot.

Why is he like this?

Jin Yanchen looked at her fair face, which had visibly turned red, and raised his thin lips. "You were so arrogant just now, but now you're shy?"

Liang Hanyue squatted down to pack the medicine box and pretended to be calm and said, "No, my face is red because I'm hot."

"Did I say you were blushing?"

"..."

Liang Hanyue bit her lip and closed her eyes, looking annoyed. She was really trying to cover up her mistake.

Jin Yanchen crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray and was about to reach out to help her, but Liang Hanyue seemed to have sensed something and jumped up, "I'll go open the window to ventilate."

His hand froze in mid-air, and a hint of smile flashed across his eyes as he looked at her back as she almost fled in panic.

escape?

Where else can you escape to?

Liang Hanyue opened the window. The evening breeze was cool and the heat on her face seemed to have subsided a lot. She took a few deep breaths and turned around to see that the man had stood up and walked to the bed and sat down.

"Your back is hurt. Don't lie flat on your back. Sleep on your side."

Jin Yanchen raised his eyebrows: "Left or right?"

The implication was that she decided.

Liang Hanyue was not fooled and went back to the bed and lay down in her own position. "Mr. Jin, just lie down in whichever direction you feel more comfortable."

Jin Yanchen turned sideways to face her, his dark eyes illuminated by the orange light, making them bright and gentle. "I feel comfortable this way."

Liang Hanyue carefully pulled up the quilt to cover him, "Then go to sleep."

Jin Yanchen gestured with his eyes towards his shoulder.

Liang Hanyue was afraid of touching his wound and didn't dare to go over. While she was hesitating, the man had already pulled her arm and hugged her in his arms.

"Don't move. If the wound opens again and stains the bed sheets, we'll have to change them. It's troublesome." The man rested his chin on her forehead, his breath spraying on her hair.

Liang Hanyue leaned in his arms, not daring to move, and obediently became his human pillow.

He hasn't come back these two days. Is it because of the back injury?

Given his status, no one dared to hurt him unless they were from the Jin family.

Looking at the old scars on his back, he had suffered similar injuries often before. What on earth had he done wrong to be so cruel?

Liang Hanyue was originally very tired, but the image of Jin Yanchen's bloody back kept lingering in her mind. She couldn't sleep, and she was afraid of disturbing his rest, so she kept the same posture and dared not move, and unknowingly became drowsy.

Half asleep and half awake, Liang Hanyue felt very hot, as if her whole body was wrapped in a ball of fire, and she was sweating all over.

When I opened my eyes and looked up slightly, I saw that the man's handsome face was abnormally red and his brows were tightly furrowed as if he was in great pain.

I raised my hand and touched his forehead, it was frighteningly hot.

He has a fever!

Liang Hanyue pried open his arms, sat up and shook his arm, "Mr. Jin... Mr. Jin..."

Jin Yanchen was probably confused due to the fever and had no reaction at all.

This can't go on like this.

Liang Hanyue got out of bed and wanted to call for help, but before her feet touched the ground, someone suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her back the next second.

His dark eyes were glued to her like lacquer, and his dry lips parted slightly, "Where are you going?"

"You have a fever." Liang Hanyue explained softly, "I'll go call Aunt He and the others."

Jin Yanchen gripped her wrist tightly, so hard that the skin on her wrist soon turned red, "Don't go."

Before Liang Hanyue could say anything, a man's cold and domineering voice rang in her ears.

"I won't let you go to him. You are mine."

Liang Hanyue, you are mine.