Chapter 21, Helping him unbuckle his belt
"Teacher Wen, I feel unwell."
Seeing that it was effective, Yan Sheng smiled to himself.
"What's wrong? Did you aggravate your wound, or do you have a fever?"
Wen Hanyun became anxious upon hearing this and quickly went to the bedside.
She reached out and touched his forehead, hesitating whether to lift his clothes to check the wound.
"Where does it hurt? Should I call a doctor for you?"
Unexpectedly, Yan Sheng grabbed her arm and pulled her down, and she fell into his arms without any warning.
"Don't move, let me hold you for a while..."
A faint scent filled her nostrils, a familiar, cool smell mixed with a hint of disinfectant, which made her slow down her movements as she tried to break free.
Feeling Yan Sheng's embrace, Wen Hanyun instinctively reached out to hug him back, but froze the next second.
Yan Sheng's appearance unexpectedly disrupted her already closed-off heart.
Her time with Yansheng had led to him subtly infiltrating her life, his every move becoming so natural.
But how long can this sudden warmth last?
She dared not hope, nor dared she believe.
Sensing her unusual behavior in his arms, Yansheng looked up at her.
Seeing that Wen Hanyun only looked a little awkward and didn't seem to be feeling unwell, he breathed a slight sigh of relief. "Hanyun, I need to use the restroom. Could you help me?"
"Me?" Wen Hanyun's eyes widened in surprise.
"Otherwise what?" Yan Sheng's eyes held a hint of a smile. "You just chased the nurse away, so you have to take responsibility for me."
"you!"
Wen Hanyun was furious, knowing he was teasing her again. Her face flushed red, she closed her eyes, turned her back, and ignored him.
"Ouch, that hurts..."
A gasp immediately came from the bed.
Are you alright?
Even though she knew Yansheng was probably just fooling her, she quickly turned back and looked at him nervously.
"It seems that Teacher Wen still cares about me," Yan Sheng shrugged, putting on an innocent expression. "I can't just suffocate, can I?"
Wen Hanyun's cheeks flushed. Looking at his shoulders, which were wrapped up tightly, and the IV needle in his hand, she finally nodded in agreement.
She carefully supported his arm and placed it on her shoulder, trying to avoid the wound as she helped him off the bed.
Yan Sheng was tall and imposing. Even though only a small portion of his weight was pressing down on her, she felt as if her entire body was enveloped by his.
"Slow down, slow down, Teacher Wen. If you walk any faster, we're both going to fall." Yan Sheng chuckled softly.
"good."
They were so close; his warm breath brushed against her earlobe, and his chest, pressed tightly against hers, vibrated with laughter, making her heart race and her breathing become lighter.
Supporting Yan Sheng with one hand and holding the IV stand with the other, Wen Hanyun finally managed to get him to the bathroom door. She immediately let go of his hand, turned around, and stammered with her back to him, "Then, then be careful... Call me when you're done, I'll wait for you outside."
"Wait." Yan Sheng suddenly grabbed her hand, his tone pitiful. "I'm not able to do it myself. It's hard for me to even lift this hand, and I can't undo my belt with one hand."
Wen Hanyun: "!!!"
Her cheeks were as red as ripe peaches, and her eyes darted away nervously, avoiding his gaze.
"Well... Yansheng, I'll find you another doctor..."
To everyone's surprise, Yan Sheng immediately frowned.
"Teacher Wen, my shoulder hurts again."
"Didn't you promise to take responsibility for me? Or are you starting to dislike me?"
Seeing his furrowed brows, Wen Hanyun couldn't help but feel sorry for him, even though she knew he was faking it.
Then she remembered that he had been injured while protecting her, so she gritted her teeth and made up her mind, "Fine, okay, I'll help you."
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, reaching out cautiously to feel around, trying to avoid touching his body as much as possible.
Yan Sheng's deep laughter rang in my ears, tinged with obvious mockery: "Teacher Wen, open your eyes, or how will you solve it?"
"No, you decide for yourself, I'll go by gut feeling." Wen Hanyun stubbornly turned her head away.
But Yansheng always seemed to find an opportunity to say something ambiguous, "Oh... so how does it feel?"
Wen Hanyun was so angry that she really wanted to quit.
She awkwardly fiddled with the belt buckle, unable to undo it for a long time; in fact, her fingers were trembling with nervousness.
Yan Sheng looked at her furrowed brows and tense expression, his smile growing deeper, but he didn't tease her anymore. He reached out and helped her unbuckle her belt.
"That's enough, Teacher Wen, you can go now."
Whether it was her imagination or not, Wen Hanyun always felt that his voice had a strange hoarseness.
Without a second thought, she rushed out as if fleeing in panic, leaned against the wall outside the door, and breathed a shallow sigh of relief.
Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her mind was filled with the indescribable images from just moments before.
Thankfully, it's over.
"Teacher Wen," she hadn't even calmed down for a moment when she heard Yansheng calling her again, "I'm all better, please help me out."
Wen Hanyun: "......"
She discovered that Yan Sheng had really made the most of his injury; he put on a show of weakness on his perfectly handsome face, completely confident that she couldn't refuse.
Back at the bedside, she had just helped Yansheng lie down when there was a series of urgent knocks on the door.
Wen Hanyun intended to open the door, but the noise outside grew louder and louder, eventually turning into the sound of fists banging on the door.
"Bang--"
Before Wen Hanyun could even look, the door was violently kicked open.
A middle-aged man with a buzz cut, a dark complexion, and wearing a floral shirt rushed in, shouting at the top of his lungs:
"Which one of you is Yan Sheng? Show yourself!"
The middle-aged man had a dark complexion and a menacing aura. He was holding a half-empty bottle of liquor, looking as if his body had been completely drained by alcohol and women.
Wen Hanyun was startled and instinctively moved closer to Yan Sheng. Then, she frowned and shielded him behind her, taking out her phone to dial the police.
"Who let you in? I've already called the police, get out now!"
Seeing that someone was talking to him, the man spat and cursed menacingly, "Don't you dare play dumb with me..."
But as soon as he saw it, he forgot all his cursing and even his expression changed.
His twisted gaze, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled around Wen Hanyun's entire body, and wrinkles quickly appeared on her oily face.
"Oh, where did this little beauty come from?"
The door slammed shut with a loud bang, instantly isolating the ward from the outside world.
The man grinned lewdly as he approached step by step.
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