Chapter 228 Don't Be So Gentle to Her
Ning Fengsheng felt dizzy. He thought that after being caught by Nanchuan Shijue, he would be thrown into the sea again. He felt desperate until he was carried into the car by him.
The man kept rubbing her little hands and her cold body in the car.
His big palms were like fire, very warm, and her body was almost frozen.
He was not only warming her up, his movements were like a massage, very comfortable...
She was stiff all over, unable to refuse the service, and almost immersed in his tenderness - forgetting who she was and where she was, she only knew that his arms were warm and she was safe.
“Shengsheng…”
When his lips leaned against her ear and whispered her name softly——
Ning Fengsheng suddenly woke up: "I am not Ning Fengsheng."
She retorted in a low voice, realizing that his affectionate behavior towards her was once exclusively hers, and her heart ached and became uncomfortable.
"I'm not her! I'm not..."
She resisted fiercely, and Nanchuan Shijue patted her back, like soothing a stressed little animal: "Okay, you are not."
The car stopped in front of the castle, and Moss got out of the car in the rain holding an umbrella to greet them.
Nanchuan Shijue carried Ning Fengsheng out of the car, and seeing the rain falling on her, he gritted his teeth in hatred: "Hold on!"
Moss: “…” It’s all wet anyway, Master.
Damn, her body was stiff, cold, and she was shaking!
Her wet black hair stuck to her pale cheeks, like a lifeless doll.
"Prepare hot water." Nanchuan Shijue led people into the brightly lit castle and directly to the hall with a ten-meter-high ceiling.
Ning Fengsheng was placed on his legs, leaning against his strong chest.
Her bare feet were covered with sand, and some small wounds were clearly visible - marks from being scratched by thorns.
Why couldn't she hide somewhere else, in the thorn bushes?
Ning Fengsheng, are you a pig?
The servant handed over a soft towel. Nanchuan Shijue lifted Ning Fengsheng's slender ankle with one hand and gently wiped the sand off her feet with the towel with the other hand.
His brows were furrowed, and every time he saw a scar, his heart ached.
"Where's the doctor?" He was surrounded by a terrible aura and his voice was terribly low.
"I'll be right there, Master." Moss answered respectfully, but his eyes were looking worriedly at the wound on Nanchuan Shijue's forehead that was still bleeding. "Your wound—"
"Shut up!" Nanchuan Shijue's inky black eyes burned with terrifying rage. "She has a wound on her foot. Are you blind and can't see it? Bring me some iodine."
Moss: “…”
The iodine had just been found when the doctor arrived and hurried into the hall carrying a medicine box.
Nanchuan Shijue held the person in his arms and sat on the luxurious sofa, refusing to let go. The doctor had no choice but to go over and check the injuries.
"Master, don't worry. These are just skin injuries. Apply some medicine and they will scab over in a few days." The doctor examined carefully, making sure that none of the wounds required stitches.
Nanchuan Shijue's serious and scary face finally looked better. Just now, his eyes looked like he wanted to kill someone, and the air around him was very scary - even scarier than attending a funeral!
No one dared to make a sound, including the doctor.
"Prescribe the best medicine for her!" Nanchuan Shijue's eyes darkened. Looking at the scars on her feet was so annoying that it hurt...
"The medicine the doctor prescribed is the most expensive and best, guaranteed to leave no scars." Moss said hurriedly, "Master, your injury..."
Nanchuan Shijue completely ignored his own injuries. His forehead was broken and blood flowed from the tip of his eyebrow to the corner of his eye, which had already dried up.
The doctor squatted down and prepared to apply medicine to Ning Fengsheng, but was stopped by a sharp look from the master.
"Get out of here," he said coldly, "Are you worthy enough to touch her feet?"
doctor:? ? ?
The doctor turned to leave with his medicine box, but was stopped by the angry man behind him, who yelled, "You're looking for death? Leave the medicine box behind!"
The doctor didn't dare to disobey and put the medicine box on the coffee table.
Nanchuan Shijue personally picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in iodine, and carefully applied it to the wound on Ning Fengsheng's foot.
His movements were incredibly gentle: "Does it hurt?"
He asked in a low voice, unable to hide the heartache in his voice.
Ning Fengsheng looked at him in a daze, almost forgetting who he was...
After swimming for so long and being so scared, she didn't even have the strength to speak and her head felt dizzy and heavy.
When the iodine came into contact with the wound, she frowned slightly and took a breath.
Nanchuan Shijue immediately stopped his movements, his heart as if being tightly grasped by an invisible hand: "Should I be gentler?"
Throughout the entire process of applying the medicine, he was extremely gentle, constantly observing her expression, fearing he might hurt her...
Ning Fengsheng was not used to being stared at.
Don't be so gentle to her, don't look at her like that, she's afraid that she'll throw herself into his arms and cry out of grievance the next moment...
"Master, Miss Si needs to change her wet clothes, otherwise her condition will get worse." Moss reminded.
After applying the medicine, Nanchuan Shijue immediately picked up Ning Fengsheng and carried him horizontally, heading towards the master bedroom on the second floor.
In the bathroom, the servants had already prepared hot water, and steam was rising above the bathtub.
Nanchuan Shijue placed Ning Fengsheng on a soft stool beside him and checked again to see if the ointment on her foot had been rubbed off.
"Waterproof membrane." He stretched out his hand, and a servant immediately handed him a special waterproof patch for wounds.
Nanchuan Spyker applied a waterproof membrane to the wound on Ning Fengsheng's foot to ensure that every part was properly protected.
He began to unzip her pajamas and was about to take off the wet clothes -
Ning Fengsheng suddenly woke up: "Don't touch me!"
His hand paused, and a complex emotion flashed in his dark eyes.
"Go away, I can take it off myself!" Ning Fengsheng pursed his lips tightly, feeling a sharp pain in his heart.
Nanchuan Shijue was strangely gentle tonight. The way he looked at her, the tone of his voice, the way he treated her—
It’s all the same as what happened to “Ning Fengsheng” before.
Had he already considered her a substitute? He had been about to throw this imposter into the sea just over an hour ago.
"You go out... I can wash myself." Ning Fengsheng turned his face away stiffly, not daring to meet his burning gaze.
"Take care of her." Nanchuan Shijue stared at her for a long while with a knowing look in his eyes. Suddenly he stood up and ordered the servant beside him, "Be careful with her wound. Don't let it get wet."
The servants took over the rest of the work.
Nanchuan Shijue went to the bathroom in the guest room next door and took a quick shower.
He casually rinsed off the sea salt particles on his body, wiped it with a towel, and came out wrapped in a bathrobe. He was afraid that if he took too long to bathe, Ning Fengsheng would grow wings and fly away again.
Her hair was messy and covered in white salt particles, and she hadn't even used shampoo.
Moss met the young master at the door and looked at him in surprise: "Young master, are you finished taking a bath?"
It feels like it wasn't washed.
Nanchuan Shijue returned to the living room and saw that the light in the bathroom was still on. His restless heart suddenly calmed down.
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