His clothes were torn by the bear, and blood was faintly visible in the wounds, the flesh turned outwards, and the blood soaked the surrounding trench coat. Despite the injury, he showed no sign of dishevelment, pulling the knife out of the bear's body with one hand. Seeing Mo Jing's worried expression, a warm feeling washed over him.

The stiff, cold lines on her face softened, and she said gently, "I'm fine, it's just a minor injury."

Mo Jing didn't say anything. She turned around and walked back, picked up the backpack that had been hanging on the tree, and then walked back to Ling Moyuan's side with a cold expression.

Mo Jing took out a bottle of medicine from her backpack and put it aside, then took out a pack of scissors from her bag. Then, expressionless, she pulled over Ling Moyuan's injured arm and cut off a section of his torn sleeve, revealing the well-defined and powerful arm muscles underneath, making the location of the injury immediately apparent.

She put down the scissors, picked up the medicine bottle, and carefully performed each step. She gently cleaned the wound on his arm, applied medicine, and finally used medical gauze to bandage the injured area. When she tied the knot for the last step, Mo Jing seemed to use all her strength, tightening it tightly. Even Ling Moyuan subconsciously frowned.

After completing these actions, Mo Jing carefully packed away the medicines. Then, she slung her backpack over her shoulder, not even glancing at Ling Moyuan who was still squatting on the ground, and walked forward.

Ling Moyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, curled his lips, and spat inwardly.

Then he quickly stood up, his agile movements a far cry from his previous weakness, and grabbed Mo Jing's hand, pulling her back. He moved his mouth a couple of times, unsure of what to say, finally settling on a question, "Are you angry?" If Mo Jing listened carefully, she could hear that Ling Moyuan's question sounded somewhat hesitant.

"What do I have to be angry about?" Mo Jing pulled her hand back from his arm, not even glancing at Ling Moyuan, and continued walking forward, her cold face covered with a layer of frost.

Ling Moyuan was now absolutely certain that Mo Jing was angry, and he knew why. Damn Ling Zhenjie, just wait until I get back, I'll see how I deal with you.

Seeing that Mo Jing seemed genuinely angry this time, a hint of tenderness softened beneath Ling Moyuan's cold exterior. She must care about him, that's why she was angry. Actually, she looked quite adorable when she was angry.

"I was wrong, I won't do it again." For some reason, Ling Moyuan blurted out these words of apology. If He Shaoqi saw this now, he would definitely think that this guy was not Ling Moyuan, definitely not Ling Moyuan, and that he would never apologize.

Ling Moyuan suddenly called Ling Zhenjie to ask him about his techniques for pursuing women.

Because he was often away from the country, and unlike others, he couldn't always be by a woman's side, and most importantly, Mo Jing hadn't completely fallen for him.

Ling Zhenjie was taken aback when he first heard the question, but he had no choice but to tell him, in the spirit of helping him, how a typical man should pursue a woman.

Ling Moyuan frowned more with each word he heard.

Sending him flowers, making him stand in front of Mo Jing with a bouquet of roses and say "I love you," is something he would never do, even if you killed him.

Watching a movie in a noisy theater, how can you possibly understand anything?

Giving jewelry as a gift shows that Mo Jing is not a superficial woman.

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Chapter 1 complete, more updates to come!