A male voice...?!

Qi Linyuan paused, as if struck by lightning, his expression a complex mix of emotions.

He frowned, staring incredulously at the stunningly beautiful face before him.

The makeup, the hairstyle, the clothes.

She's definitely a beauty in the making.

Why is it a... man...?

Si Jin seemed oblivious to his complex expression, which appeared to be "shattering his worldview," and continued, holding the wound medicine:

"It seems to be a..."

As he spoke, he shifted his gaze from Qi Linyuan's handsome, sunny face to examine his right shoulder closely, and affirmed:

"It was a penetrating wound caused by a bullet grazing through."

If not bandaged promptly, the patient could die from excessive blood loss.

You've run all the way from the dock to here; you're nearing your limit.

With your current frail body, how far can you go after leaving Peach Blossom Garden?

Qi Linyuan lowered his head and remained silent.

He had to admit that Si Jin was right.

His body has reached its limit.

He originally disapproved of Huang Huang and his gang smuggling pornographic films and harming the people of Shanghai.

They secretly blew up their cargo ship.

However, unexpectedly, they ran into Huang Huang, who was on patrol.

In a moment of carelessness, he accidentally punched through my shoulder.

He swore that if he wasn’t afraid of revealing his identity, he would have smashed Huang Huang’s head open long ago!

It seemed that they had sensed his desire not to leave.

Si Jin stepped forward decisively.

He deftly removed his trench coat and then went to unbutton the white shirt underneath, which was soaked with blood.

Then, they slowly led Qi Linyuan to the wooden bed on the side.

The "girl" pushed him to sit down, her cool fingers stroking his scarred skin.

The cool, slightly itchy touch stirred an unexpected flutter in Qi Linyuan's heart.

He was the city lord of Shanghai, born into a prestigious family, and had been under his father's strict management since childhood, resulting in a rigid and outdated mindset.

At 24 years old, she had failed 119 blind dates.

He still firmly believes that even someone like him who can't distinguish the shade of rouge can find a stunning, gentle, virtuous, and obedient wife.

Now, Si Jin's behavior perfectly matches all his fantasies about his future wife.

Therefore, upon feeling the boy's touch, his face involuntarily turned bright red.

But you have to grit your teeth and keep telling yourself—

This is a man, this is a man, this is a man for hell, wake up!

However, just as he was seriously struggling with his thoughts, he unexpectedly discovered that Si Jin had sat on him.

Her slender, white legs occasionally brushed against the ground...

Qi Linyuan: ...

He wanted to offer a word of advice, but at that moment, the boy was only focused on his wound.

His expression was serious, making it hard to tell whether it was unintentional or deliberate.

After a short while, Qi Linyuan finally couldn't take it anymore.

He shifted his body awkwardly, feeling both ashamed and annoyed, and finally blurted out:

"In your theater, people sit on each other's laps when getting bandaged?"

"Hmm." Si Jing responded casually, continuing to tease the injured man with an indifferent expression.

Before long, Qi Linyuan made a shameful discovery.

He actually...

He couldn't help but widen his eyes, and to cover up the "truth," he quickly pushed Si Jin away.

Like a frightened little animal, she nervously watched the boy dressed as a woman, eager to prove her straight male nature:

"I...I...I'm telling you! I don't like men!"

"Is that so?" Si Jin switched her voice back to a soft, feminine tone, sat sideways on the edge of the wooden bed, and unconsciously looked down.

There was a hint of schadenfreude in his tone:

"But yours... seems to think otherwise."

Upon hearing this female voice, Qi Linyuan's last shred of reason crumbled.

Her heart began to pound uncontrollably for the man in front of her.