Chapter 1646

ame a few times, but both of them knew that she wasn't there out of concern for Su Yaifen's health. 。Gu Zhi came to the hospital to accompany Cheng Ke Xin because he couldn't rest assured leaving her...Zhao Yino limped in, catching Ling Chen's eye. He noticed she was wearing a pair of cotton slippers and had thick gauze wrapped around her ankle.

"What's wrong with your foot" Lingchen stood up from his chair.

"It's nothing, just that when I brought Chenhao to the hospital yesterday, I accidentally lost my shoes on the way, and then... I accidentally rubbed a hole in them." Zhao Yino said.

Ling Chen's expression grew even more tense: "What, it was just a simple entanglement"

He came over to support Zhao Yino, lifting her onto the sofa by the door. He rolled up her pants legs to check her injuries, but Zhao Yino felt uncomfortable and instinctively moved.

"This isn't the first time I've treated you," Ling Chen said, ignoring her resistance and taking the medical box from her hand.

"I brought a medical kit, hoping to bandage you up. Look at your face, it's still bruised..."

"It's nothing, I'm a man. What man cares so much about his face"

Ling Chen unwrapped the bandage on Zhao Yizhao's foot and took out a medical swab from the first aid kit. He dipped it in alcohol and disinfected Zhao Yizhao's wound.

The heat billowed from the wound, Zhao Yino twitched slightly. Ling Chen looked up, his gentle eyes like a warm sun.

"Does it hurt I'll just give it a light tap, bear with me for a moment. If you don't handle it properly, it could get infected."

Ling Chen sprinkled the white medicine powder evenly on the wound, then tore off a piece of gauze and carefully bandaged it.

He moved with great gentleness, afraid of hurting her. Zhao Yizhuo's heart was filled with a complex mix of emotions.

Many years ago, when she fell on the basketball court, it was Gu Wang who rushed to carry her back to the infirmary in a hurry and applied medicine to her wounds. She had always disliked melodramatic romance clichés, but now she couldn't help but believe the saying 'The person I love most hurts me the deepest'.

"May I also help you treat the wounds on your face" Zhao Yizuo mumbled softly. Ling Chen was about to refuse, but Zhao Yizuo quickly added, "Consider it as me thanking you. Otherwise, I'd feel like I owe you a lot..."

Ling Chen still gazed straight into her eyes, his star-like pupils, deep and fathomless like a pool of water, seemed to pierce through her body and touch her very soul.

When Zhao Yinan's hand touched Ling Chen's face, his heart itched like a million ants were crawling on him. In fact, he had been enduring it all along.

When Gu Wang beat him, he felt like he was about to shatter into pieces. But when she sat beside him and carefully treated his bruises, Ling Chen felt that it was all worth it.

Zhao Yino's breath fell onto Ling Chen's neck, a warm wave that instantly ignited the flame within him, a fire that could never truly be extinguished.

He reached out and grasped Zhao Yino's slender wrist, his thumb pressing against the palm of her hand. The warmth emanating from her palm flowed continuously into him, intoxicating him with it. He reveled in her scent, craved to see his reflection in the depths of her eyes.

Zhao Yino's pink lips were slightly parted, like two thin petals of cherry blossoms. Her cheeks were faintly flushed, and she resembled an exquisitely crafted Barbie doll. Meanwhile, he watched her from afar, as if a child gazing through glass.

This world is so big, I only want to get you.

Ling Chen's wrist pressed against her snowy neck, and as more of Ling Chen's unfamiliar scent rushed towards her, Zhao Yi Nuo reacted abruptly, breaking free from his grasp and standing up with a whoosh.

Such an action was too intimate. Zhao Yino still clearly knew she was a married woman and still clearly knew how to face the person in front of her.

She grabbed her medical kit and hurried out, her heart pounding in her chest. She wrestled with conflicting thoughts in her mind, but reason ultimately triumphed over emotion.

Zhao Yizhuo told himself, you have to be more sober and rational...

A girl carrying a large bouquet of fresh flowers was selling them on the street. She looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, with a pure and beautiful appearance. She had simple braids tied back, looking like a female student from the last century. With a sweet smile, her slender arm stretched out before Zhao Yinan.