Chapter 70 Don't Bite Me
Late at night, Duan Mingxiao and his men examined Cong Chun's eyes. After the examination, the doctor applied white gauze to Cong Chun's right eye.
Cong Chun was still a little uncomfortable with one eye's view being blocked.
He stared intently at the examination report, his eyelids bruised and inflamed. Then, when he saw the numbers on the bill, Cong Chun felt a clear pang of heartache.
The next second, Cong Chun was pulled to Duan Mingxiao's side and held in his arms.
The scorching palms easily encircled Cong Chun's arms.
Because a caregiver pushing a wheelchair had just passed by him, Cong Chun almost bumped into the person without noticing.
Be careful.
A deep, cold male voice came from behind, and warm breath brushed against the back of his neck. Cong Chun, who had almost made a mistake because he had been lost in thought, nodded embarrassedly.
When Cong Chun was about to pay the bill, he was told that the bill had expired and the fee had already been paid.
Cong Chun subconsciously looked up at Duan Mingxiao beside him, but the boy didn't look at him.
Strands of obedient hair clung to Cong Chun's forehead, and a white gauze was still covering her right eye, leaving only her other droopy puppy-dog eye visible. She looked innocent and pitiful.
Just as Cong Chun was about to ask a question, Duan Mingxiao said calmly from the side.
"Maybe there's a kind person here."
[That Chun Chun is really something, still thinking about money even when he's injured.]
The next second, Duan Mingxiao turned his head and looked down at the boy beside him. There was no mocking expression on the young master's face.
When the doctor lifted Cong Chun's eyelids to examine him, his eyes were filled with heartache, something that Duan Mingxiao himself might not have even noticed.
Duan Mingxiao never imagined that he would later feel heartache because someone was injured.
He's clearly a madman; he doesn't even care about his own injuries.
"Does it hurt? Do you want me to blow on it for you?"
Duan Mingxiao's eyes widened slightly. He hadn't expected to speak in such a gentle voice, something he had previously looked down upon.
Speaking with a strained voice, either you've scalded your throat with boiling water or you've had your throat caught in a door.
Cong Chun was also stunned; he hadn't realized that the young master's tone could be so gentle.
Duan Mingxiao noticed Cong Chun's puzzled look, and his ears turned red.
[Ugh, what's with that look from Chun Chun?]
To save face, the young master cleared his throat and added a sentence.
"I don't think you're stupid. Why didn't you go to the hospital when you were injured?"
Cong Chun didn't actually feel any pain, just a slight numbness in her eyelids.
It turns out that after a while, the pain stops.
Cong Chun thought that he could just bear it and it would pass. He said in a low voice that the previous injuries could also be healed by just enduring them.
"I think I'll feel better after a good night's sleep."
Sleep is the cure-all. Whenever Cong Chun encountered something unpleasant or felt unwell, a good night's sleep would make him feel better.
Duan Mingxiao was very angry. What did he mean by "it will be fine after a good night's sleep"?
If a good night's sleep could heal injuries, then all hospitals would be converted into sleep experience centers.
"According to your logic, people with insomnia shouldn't live either."
Cong Chun seemed surprised by Duan Mingxiao's words, and the boy's clear pupils widened slightly.
Knowing he was in the wrong, he didn't say anything and just sullenly hung his head.
The atmosphere froze for a moment, and the young master spoke again in an awkward tone.
"Don't always ignore my messages."
Cong Chun silently put away the bill, folded it neatly, and put it into his pocket.
"I was just taking a shower."
Duan Mingxiao's tone was low and somber.
"From now on, keep the video on when you shower."
Cong Chun turned his head away and said no.
Duan Mingxiao bent down and, taking advantage of his height, began to nibble on Cong Chun's cheek.
The force wasn't great, but it left a very light mark that won't disappear anytime soon. Anyone with eyes can tell what happened just by looking at it.
Cong Chun pushed him, swung his fist, and punched Duan Mingxiao on the shoulder.
"Don't bite me, don't bite me."
Duan Mingxiao looked at him with a lazy smile in his eyes, deliberately putting on a tough tone.
"I'll bite you, I'll bite you."
Immediately afterwards, the boy felt pain coming from his shoulder.
[That stupid Chun really hits hard! He almost killed me, now let's see if he becomes a widow.]
Just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket, playing the "Lotus Pond Moonlight" ringtone.
Cong Chun discovered that his grandmother had called him, which was unusual for her, as she rarely called him at such a late hour.
Cong Chun must have seen something happen; a hint of worry flashed in his eyes, and he felt a little uneasy. He immediately answered the call.
A familiar greeting came through the phone; it turned out Grandma had a dream last night.
I dreamt that Cong Chun fell down.
As Cong Chun listened, a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips as he comforted the old man.
He originally wanted to transfer some of the money he earned to his grandmother, but the old lady didn't know how to go to town to withdraw money with her bank card, and the village was far from the town, requiring more than two hours to walk there.
Grandma has difficulty walking, so Cong Chun thought he would bring her back to Grandma during his vacation.
Duan Mingxiao, standing to the side, grumbled unhappily.
"I only bit your cheek, and you're getting angry at me."
When will you smile at me so sweetly?
Upon hearing the young master's thoughts, Cong Chun's smile suddenly froze for a moment.
Grandma started asking him about his time at his uncle's house again.
Cong Chun looked flustered and stammered as he spoke. He was not used to lying to his grandmother, so he could only end the topic quickly with a few words.
Duan Mingxiao, who was standing to the side, pricked up his ears to eavesdrop. The young master's ear was practically pressed against Cong Chun's phone because he had just clearly noticed that Cong Chun's expression was off.
Duan Mingxiao was always very perceptive, and immediately sent a message to Ji Ruhui.
(Hey chick, help me find someone.)
(Dear Mr. Duan, OK, received.)
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao put his arm around Cong Chun's shoulder and bent down.
The young master's head and Cong Chun's head were pressed together, like an intimate cherry.
"Grandma, I'm Baochun's son..."
Before Duan Mingxiao could finish speaking, Cong Chun was so frightened that she immediately covered Duan Mingxiao's mouth. Duan Mingxiao blinked innocently at the boy beside him.
[You idiot, you're suffocating me!]
Cong Chun was so frightened that he immediately let go of her hand.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao regained his composure.
"Hello Grandma, I'm Baochun's friend."
"My name is Duan Mingxiao, which means 'the crane cries in the nine heavens,' and that's what my name is..."
Duan Mingxiao didn't care whether the old man understood idioms or not. If he wasn't afraid that Cong Chun would hit him again, he would have explained the meaning of his name to the old man.
It's just because the young master thinks it's cool to introduce himself like that, and don't older people generally prefer cultured people?
"Grandma, please take good care of yourself at home. Baochun and I will go back to see you during the holidays."
Cong Chun paused for a moment, thinking, "If only my grandmother could come to Jinghai City with me."
But Grandma didn't want to come.
But it's okay, Grandma said she'll make dumplings with chives and tofu filling for Cong Chun next time he comes home.
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