Chapter 19, His Hands Weak
"Yan Sheng?"
The sudden darkness made Wen Hanyun a little worried. She tentatively called out, but received no response for a long time.
A faint smell of blood wafted through the air, and she couldn't help but feel nervous. Had Yansheng gotten hurt?
She hurriedly reached out, calling out to Yansheng as she climbed out of his arms, groping for the switch to turn on the car lights.
"Are you alright, Yansheng? Yansheng?"
"Um......"
Yan Sheng's voice finally came through.
He gripped her arm tightly; his palms were slightly cold, and his breathing sounded somewhat rapid.
"What’s wrong with you......"
The darkness prevented Wen Hanyun from seeing anything inside the car, but she could vaguely sense that Yan Sheng's hand, which was touching hers, seemed to be trembling in great pain.
"Are you injured?"
With a "snap," Wen Hanyun finally turned on the car lights.
However, the car seemed to have been damaged by the falling rocks, and the dim lights flickered on and off, barely illuminating the blurry outlines of the two people.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock."
Red liquid flowed down Yan Sheng's drooping arm, and the originally faint sound became particularly clear in the confined space.
Wen Hanyun could vaguely see that there were darker stains on the fabric on his shoulder blade and arm, indicating that he had suffered a serious injury.
The blood splattered onto the cushion and seeped in, leaving only dark spots.
His face was pale, and his lips were bloodless.
Yan Sheng just watched her silently, his dark eyes trembling slightly, his expression inscrutable.
After a while, his pain seemed to subside, and he reached up to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
"I'm fine, just a minor scrape."
He laboriously reached into his pocket, and after a long while, finally managed to pull out a mint.
"Here, don't be nervous, eat this."
Under his gaze, Wen Hanyun tore open the packaging and put the candy in her mouth.
"Good girl..." Yan Sheng smiled and gently patted her head, wanting to say something to comfort her.
The next second, the headlights went out with a "snap".
The feeling of suffocation overwhelmed him again.
This time, Wen Hanyun could clearly feel that Yan Sheng was trembling all over.
Then, the hand that was gripping her tightened its grip, almost making her cry out in pain.
"Yan Sheng!"
Wen Hanyun tried to break free, but she was afraid of touching Yansheng's injuries.
"Yansheng, calm down and listen to me!"
Ignoring the pain in her hand, Wen Hanyun groped her way closer to him and gently took his cold hand in hers.
His hand was trembling, even resisting, but she didn't let go, gently stroking his palm with her fingertips.
She raised her voice, "Don't be afraid, I'm with you."
Yan Sheng's current state doesn't seem to be solely due to his injury...
It's more like claustrophobia!
"It's alright, Yansheng," she reached out and stroked his face, "I'm here. Look into my eyes, take a deep breath..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yansheng suddenly moved.
He reached out with his injured hand and gripped her chin tightly.
Blood instantly stained Wen Hanyun's fair face. That glaring crimson stain added a touch of captivating allure to her, making her seem like a seductive enchantress who beckons people to their doom.
Then, a cool, refreshing aura swept over them, carrying an undeniable air of authority.
"Hmm!"
The cool sweetness of the mint in her mouth, and the faint smell of blood in her nostrils, constantly stimulated her senses.
Yan Sheng's lips were icy cold as he held her tightly in his arms, unconsciously rubbing her delicate lips.
Wen Hanyun blinked, a few tears of physiological stimulation falling, which quickly disappeared between their lips.
Yan Sheng felt as if someone was calling him from a very, very far place, but his vision was blurry, and he could only rely on his sense of touch to hold the soft woman in front of him tightly.
It started as a tentative attempt, but the actions gradually spiraled out of control, driven entirely by instinct to take it a step further.
Wen Hanyun's hesitant shoving became a feigned resistance, further fueling Yan Sheng's desire to take.
He tightly encircled the woman's slender waist, pried open her lips and tongue, and stirred them haphazardly, wantonly sucking the sweetness of the mint in her mouth.
It was less of a kiss and more of a welcome rain after a long drought.
After a while, Yansheng's body temperature gradually returned to normal.
His usually aloof and indifferent eyes were now filled with lust, beads of sweat trickled down his high nose, and an unusual blush spread across his handsome face.
He raised his head, his eyes like a deep, dark pool, seemingly capable of sucking people in, making Wen Hanyun's heart skip a beat.
Wen Hanyun blushed and avoided his gaze.
In such an ambiguous atmosphere, it was no longer clear whether that cryptic kiss was meant to soothe his emotions or whether she was truly bewitched by Yan Sheng's good looks.
"Han Yun, Han Yun..."
He embraced her, leaned against her, closed his eyes tightly, and calmed down a little.
"I am here."
Wen Hanyun knew he had regained his senses, and breathed a sigh of relief. She gently patted his back, responding to his pats again and again.
After an unknown amount of time, they suddenly heard faint shouts coming from outside:
Is anyone home? Is anyone inside?
Wen Hanyun's eyes lit up, and she quickly replied, "There's someone here! We're both trapped in the car!"
"Miss, don't be afraid, our rescue team will get you out right away."
Yan Sheng's face was extremely pale due to excessive blood loss. Seeing that she had been safely rescued, he could no longer hold on and closed his eyes in exhaustion.
An ambulance arrived quickly and, after providing basic first aid, helped him onto a stretcher and took him to a nearby hospital.
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The next day, Wen Hanyun gently pushed open the door to the VIP ward and looked inside.
When Yansheng was taken to the hospital yesterday, he had lost so much blood that he was almost in shock, and his pupils were starting to dilate.
After the emergency treatment, she stayed by her bedside all night until the doctor's rounds this morning, when she finally had time to go downstairs and eat something.
Following the doctor's instructions, Wen Hanyun adjusted the IV drip rate for him and sat by the window to start peeling an apple.
"Teacher Wen..."
She had just put the peeled apple into her mouth when she heard Yan Sheng's somewhat hoarse voice.
"You're awake!" Wen Hanyun quickly walked to the bedside. "How are you feeling?"
Feeling the man's direct gaze, she was somewhat at a loss.
Are you thirsty? Shall I get you a glass of warm water?
"I want to eat an apple."
"Huh? An apple..." Wen Hanyun looked around awkwardly, then put down the apple with a bite taken out of it. "Shall I peel another one for you?"
"Teacher Wen, wasn't that apple you were peeling for me, your patient?"
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