After the meal.

Bai Lu quickly finished cleaning up the dishes. Xiao Wei knew that his older brother and sister-in-law were busy, so he offered to help wash the dishes.

When Bai Lu pulled out a small medicine box from under the TV cabinet and hurriedly opened Xiao Cheng's door.

Caught off guard, I was stunned by a visual feast.

His hand gripping the doorknob froze, his steps halted as he was about to enter, but a flicker of light flashed in his eyes.

A black shirt flew through the air in a parabola and landed at a random angle on a chair by the bed, hanging lazily on the back of the chair, revealing a man's broad and sturdy back.

The old wounds, hidden deep in the shadows, had long since cooled. The well-defined lines of the spine ran down from the neck, and as the arm reached down to grab a clean shirt from the bedside, the back was slightly hunched, inevitably revealing the scars on the tailbone.

A shard of glass, about one-fifth the size of a fingernail, is embedded in the flesh and bone at the junction of the lower back and sacrum.

The blood was blocked by the glass shards, with nowhere to escape, only forming a ring of red streaks around the wound, a reddish-purple scar.

If he hadn't bent over, you wouldn't have been able to see it at all, since the wound was now hidden by his waistband when he straightened up.

Xiao Cheng is changing his clothes!

After the first perception forms in Bailu's mind, the second cognition follows closely behind.

Xiao Cheng still has a wound on his back!

As Bai Lu came to her senses and took a step, she was pulled inside by a force that closed the door.

It was pressed against the wall.

A crisp, clear scent, tinged with a faint smell of blood, enveloped the area, instantly silencing her and forcefully taking over her breath.

Bai Lu was stunned by Xiao Cheng's sudden, unexpected kiss.

He was in front of me, and the wall was behind me.

Strong arms trapped her in a small space, leaving her with nowhere to retreat or escape.

Unlike her previous gentle and tender manner, like a spring breeze and drizzle, her advances were fierce and ruthless.

Extremely aggressive, sweeping across every corner with overwhelming force, as if confirming something.

"etc……"

The wound hasn't been treated yet!

Bai Lu couldn't speak, so she carried the small medical kit in one hand and lifted it up to push him with the other.

But my palm touched something icy cold.

His chest felt as if it had been soaked in ice water and cut open by the cold wind; it had no normal body temperature whatsoever.

Bai Lu was stunned. Her movement to push him away suddenly stopped, and she placed her palm on his chest.

I don't know how much time passed.

A gentle breeze blew in through the cracks in the window, carrying a faint smell of blood that brushed past the tip of the nose, sounding an alarm.

Bai Lu pushed hard.

Whether it was because she suddenly possessed supernatural powers or because Xiao Cheng relaxed his strength while indulging in his intoxication, she pushed him away easily.

The confined little world, however, remained open.

Xiao Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, which were bloodshot and fierce, like an enraged beast, making Bai Lu feel a little guilty.

"that……"

"The wound hasn't been treated yet..."

"It's not good to leave glass shards in a wound..."

As night fell and the air grew cooler, a soft, gentle voice of explanation came from the wall to the table under the moonlight by the window.

Bai Lu was placed on the table.

Xiao Cheng sat down in the chair at the table, his scarlet eyes fixed on her, and slowly buttoned his shirt.

One by one, they were tapped up.

After fastening the topmost button, his neat, solemn, aloof, and restrained large hand with its distinct knuckles released the button.

In an instant, it appeared on Bai Lu's knees, which were hanging down from the table, resting on them lightly.

The wound on the back of the hand was exposed to the air.

The gleaming glass shards and the freshly seeping red bloodstains crashed into Bai Lu's eyes without reservation.

The wound should have been treated simply; the large shards of glass were removed, and the small ones were embedded in the joints and into the flesh.

It can't be removed without tools.

Bai Lu sighed and tried to get off the table, but the large hand on her lap suddenly clenched, preventing her from moving.

"Just handle it like this."

Xiao Cheng raised his hand and personally presented it to her, his deep voice speaking in a flat and indifferent tone.

Bai Lu felt a little helpless.

The table was taller than the chair, creating a considerable height gap that prevented her from looking directly at Xiao Cheng.

She sat on the table, taller than him in his chair, her gaze looking down at him…

Xiao Cheng, however, did not care at all. He placed his other hand on her knee to prevent her from getting down, and kept his gaze fixed on her without blinking, as if he could see her more clearly that way.

Bai Lu had a feeling that something was wrong with him, but she didn't know where to start asking, so she could only treat his wounds first.

Take his hand.

Use small tweezers to pick out the glass shards.

His hands were also ice-cold, and even after the blood flow was restored after he removed the glass shards, they remained icy.

It seems like it can't be warmed up.

Bai Lu refused to believe it, gripped his fingers tightly, completely enveloping them in her palm, and after a short while...

The icy hands did indeed warm up.

But it's gone as soon as you let go.

Never mind, I'll just keep holding on.

Bai Lu gripped Xiao Cheng's hand again, lifted the back of his hand, and continued picking at the small, scattered shards of glass.

Xiao Cheng watched the whole thing and noticed her subtle movements. His cold eyes narrowed slightly, and the crimson color slowly faded.

A gentle breeze under the moon blew a strand of hair behind her ear, obscuring her serious profile and focused gaze.

Xiao Cheng frowned, released his hand from her knee, picked up a strand of hair, and tucked it behind her ear.

Bai Lu felt the gentle touch on her ear, her heart relaxed slightly, and she finally asked the question that had been bothering her.

"Weren't you talking to Jiang Zhengang about work? How did you hurt your hand?"

Xiao Cheng said calmly, "It's just a minor injury."

Bai Lu didn't hold the tweezers properly and accidentally poked him. Looking at his expression, he was expressionless.

It was as if the pain wasn't in his hand.

"You wouldn't... have beaten up Jiang Zhengang, would you?" Bai Lu thought it was unlikely.

Even if a deal falls through, goodwill can remain; there will be other opportunities for cooperation in the future. Xiao Cheng wouldn't be so irrational.

At least... if you're not drunk.

I'm just asking for the truth.

"No," Xiao Cheng denied as expected.

The next truthful answer is: "Teach the web crawler a lesson."

Bai Lu was stunned for a moment before she realized what Xiao Cheng meant by "crawler".

Crawler = lowlife.

Fortunately, she had seen his memories and realized how disdainful he looked at the petty scoundrel who deliberately came to cause trouble.

Like a god high above, looking down on ants, or like a Yama, who disregards life, cold and ruthless.

"Little scoundrel" = "reptile" = a correct metaphor.

Bai Lu couldn't help but chuckle: "Then how did you hurt your hand? What kind of reptile has such hard bones, and even has glass shards growing from it?"

A sinister glint flashed in Xiao Cheng's eyes: "A reckless reptile that doesn't know its own mortality."

His gaze fell upon the girl's pure and clear eyes, and he regained his composure: "The reptiles hid in the glass cabinet."

Bai Lu stared at him intently: "So, you smashed the glass cabinet with your fist?"

Xiao Cheng pursed his lips and remained silent.

Bai Lu didn't know what to say to him: "Doesn't the glass cabinet have doors?"

Xiao Cheng said, "The crawler is locked inside."

Bai Lu: "..."

"Next time you can use a hammer."

Bai Lu found that after spending so much time with Xiao Cheng, she had become a bit cruel. Instead of advising Xiao Cheng to let things go, she told him to find a more suitable tool.

Although it was to prevent his hand from getting hurt, but...

He actually said, "The steel pipe can't be broken."

"The crawler is provoking us."

Bai Lu retracted her cruel definition: "How about some gloves?"