He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

As soon as Wei Yinuo lay down, she felt an intense itch all over her body, as if countless tiny insects were crawling on her skin.

The unbearable itching made her involuntarily want to reach out and scratch.

But remembering the nurse's instructions, she could only suppress the urge.

However, despite Wei Yinuo's efforts to resist scratching,

But her body seemed to be turning over and over in bed, as if it were not under her control.

She would turn to her side for a while, then lie back flat, trying to find a position that would slightly relieve the itching.

But no matter how she changed positions, the itchy feeling persisted, tormenting her so much that she couldn't fall asleep.

As time ticked by, Wei Yinuo grew increasingly agitated and uneasy...

Zhou Yan arrived at the ward door carrying his pajamas.

It was already night now.

The patients in the ward are all resting.

The corridor was quiet.

Zhou Yan arrived at Xu Chuli's ward but did not go in immediately.

Instead, he stood at the door of the ward and looked inside through the glass.

The little girl's thoughts are too simple; I could see right through her.

He had always treated Wei Yinuo like a child, at least that was his thought before he applied the medicine to her.

But now.

He suddenly realized that the little kid seemed to have really grown up.

He, however, developed desire for Wei Yinuo.

This is the first time in my more than 20 years of life.

Suddenly, the sound of a girl whimpering came from the ward.

Zhou Yan did not hesitate and pushed the door open to go in.

When my gaze fell on that small figure on the hospital bed, I was stunned for a moment.

After a moment, he came to his senses, quickly walked over, and asked with concern, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

At this moment, Wei Yinuo lay on the bed like a wounded little animal, slightly twisting her body and gently rubbing against the sheets beneath her.

She frowned and said weakly, "My body is itchy, itchy and painful..."

Hearing this, Zhou Yan's heart tightened, and he quickly asked, "Didn't you already apply the medicine? Why do you still feel so uncomfortable?"

Wei Yinuo slowly shook her head without saying a word.

But her pitiful appearance softened Zhou Yan's heart.

He reached out and turned on a nightlight that was placed next to the bedside table.

Soft light instantly filled the entire room, illuminating Wei Yinuo's slightly swollen face.

Then, he carefully sat down on the edge of the bed and gently said to the little girl in front of him, "Sweetie, sit up first, let me see what's going on."

At this moment, Wei Yinuo no longer cared about so-called dignity and reserve, and obediently nodded.

She obediently sat up straight and quickly turned around, leaving her back to Zhou Yan behind her.

Zhou Yan took a deep breath to calm himself down, then slowly extended his right hand and gently lifted the hem of Wei Yinuo's shirt.

The moment his gaze fell upon the girl's back, his brows involuntarily furrowed tightly.

It turns out that the layer of ointment that had been painstakingly applied earlier had been rubbed off almost completely.

Moreover, the exposed skin was covered with shocking red scratches.

In some of the more serious areas, the skin had even been broken, and faint traces of blood were oozing out.

His brows were furrowed tightly.

"Didn't I tell you a long time ago not to arrest anyone? Why did you still arrest someone?"

Wei Yinuo twisted her body uncomfortably, feeling as if countless ants were crawling on her back.

She opened her small mouth pitifully and said, "It's so itchy, I can't stand it..."

Hearing this, Zhou Yan's heart clenched slightly.

"Does it still hurt?"

Wei Yinuo sniffed and replied with a slightly tearful voice, "It hurts, and this time it seems particularly serious."

As she spoke, her hand seemed to move on its own, involuntarily reaching out to scratch her itch.

Seeing this, Zhou Yan, quick-witted and agile, hurriedly reached out his large, strong hand and pressed down Wei Yinuo's restless little hand, and said in a deep voice, "Don't scratch anymore. If you keep scratching like this, you'll get an infection."

However, Wei Yinuo was already on the verge of collapse from the itching and started crying with tears in her eyes.

"But it really hurts, sob sob sob..."

Looking at the little girl crying her eyes out, Zhou Yan sighed deeply in resignation.

Then he slowly stretched out his arms and gently embraced Wei Yinuo, softly comforting her:

"Be good, just bear with it for a bit, okay? I'll put the medicine back on for you in a bit, and you won't feel so uncomfortable anymore."

Feeling the warmth and security from Zhou Yan's embrace, Wei Yinuo nodded obediently.

He rubbed his broad, muscular chest against his chest, making soft, humming noises.

At that moment, Zhou Yan felt as if his heart was melting.

He couldn't resist the urge and gently ruffled Wei Yinuo's soft hair.

Then, in an unprecedentedly gentle tone, he said, "Then sit still and I'll apply the medicine."

Wei Yinuo obediently sat up straight.

Zhou Yan got up and went to the restroom to wash and disinfect his hands.

When I came out, I saw Wei Yinuo sitting up straight, like a good little boy.

He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a barely perceptible smile, and then slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.

She reached out and picked up the tube of ointment that was placed to the side. As before, she gently squeezed the tube and squeezed some of the white ointment onto her fingertip.

Then, he carefully brought his fingers close to Wei Yinuo's back and began to wipe it carefully.

His movements were gentle, as if he were afraid of hurting her.

With each movement of his fingers, he deliberately avoided the scratched areas to prevent causing her further pain.

Wei Yinuo felt a ticklish sensation coming from her back; the slight itch made her involuntarily want to shrink back.

But just then, a gentle voice rang out: "Bear with it."

Upon hearing Zhou Yan's words, Wei Yinuo struggled to suppress her body's instinctive reaction.

Zhou Yan felt a pang of heartache seeing the girl's body tense and strained.

He leaned down and gently blew on Wei Yinuo's back.

His warm breath brushed against her skin like a spring breeze, bringing a cool sensation.

Wei Yinuo felt her cheeks instantly become burning hot, as if a ball of fire was burning inside.

She lowered her head shyly, wishing she could bury her head completely in the blankets.

After applying the medicine, Zhou Yan picked up the electric fan next to him, skillfully turned it on to the lowest setting, and then pointed the fan at Wei Yinuo's back.

A gentle breeze swept by, carrying away the slight dampness left by the freshly applied ointment.

"By drying the medicine like this, it won't be easy to rub off."

Zhou Yan explained softly.

Wei Yinuo only responded softly, still not daring to look up at him.

A brief silence fell over the room, but an indescribable ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.