Yuan Jiang's face was wet, and her eyebrows furrowed. She opened her eyes almost instantly, and saw Wen Ying, whose face was gloomy and cold. Her eyes were complicated, filled with fear and murderous intent. She was holding a knife in her hand, and the tip of the knife was pointing at her...
Shen Quan's hand was tightly gripping the blade, bleeding profusely, but he seemed not to feel the pain. His deep eyes were full of sinister intent, staring at Wen Ying viciously, like an enraged wolf.
"Brother." Yuan Jiang lifted the quilt and stood up, reaching out to turn on the light in the room. The bedroom was instantly lit up. The blood on Shen Quan's palm was still dripping, and the soft white sheets were covered with blood.
Wen Ying narrowed her eyes subconsciously, and her body seemed to have triggered some kind of command. She let go of the knife and walked out of the bedroom stiffly and slowly.
Instead, he returned to the next room.
With a "bang", the sound of the door closing was heard.
"Your hand..." Yuan Jiang bit her lip, her thick, curled eyelashes drooping. After taking the knife away, she held Chen Quan's hand tightly. The palm of her hand was shocking. There was a scar across the palm, the skin and flesh were cut, and blood and flesh were faintly visible.
"Jiang Jiang, don't cry, I don't feel any pain at all." Shen Quan smiled with his lips curled, but the darkness in his eyes was like thick ink that could not be dissolved, as dark as a falling dark cloud.
Wen Ying actually wanted to kill Jiang Jiang...
Why?
Wen Ying can't protect Jiang Jiang, but he can!
Shen Quan pursed his lips tightly, his jawline tense.
Yuan Jiang was so anxious that she immediately called a private doctor. The private doctor lived in the annex of Shen's house and quickly entered the bedroom with a series of instruments and equipment. When she saw the scars on Shen Quan's palms, she couldn't help but gasp.
"Why is it so badly injured?"
"Needs stitches."
Yuan Jiang was so distressed that she burst into tears. She watched the private doctor clean Shen Quan's wound and sew it up. The needle and thread pierced through the skin and flesh. Shen Quan stared at her expressionlessly, but Yuan Jiang's eyes were full of tears.
Shen Quan curled his lips and chuckled, comforting Yuan Jiang: "I've been given anesthesia, I don't feel any pain."
"How could it not hurt?" The girl's beautiful fox eyes were filled with tears, and her eyes were red, pitiful like a little rabbit: "Chen Quan, are you stupid? Why do you hold the blade with your hand?"
"Won't you push Wen Ying away, or pull me away?"
Shen Quan's eyelashes drooped: "I'm afraid it's too late."
"Don't cry."
Although she cries cutely.
But he didn't want to see Jiang Jiang cry.
But crying for him...
A hint of secret excitement arose in Shen Quan's heart.
"Remember, don't touch water, don't drink spicy food, especially beef, eggs, and seafood..." After stitching the wound, the private doctor gave serious instructions.
Yuan Jiang took note of it carefully.
The private doctor gave Shen Quan an IV drip for anti-inflammatory treatment.
Glancing at the back of his hand which was turning purple, Shen Quan lazily slumped on the sofa. Yuan Jiang squatted beside him, staring at the back of his hand, tears about to fall again.
Looking at Yuan Jiang who was about to cry again, Shen Quan's eyes flashed with a deep meaning. He curled his lips and raised his eyebrows to tease her: "I want to go to the bathroom."
"Let me help you?" Yuan Jiang raised her tear-stained face, her voice filled with tears.
Shen Quan nodded: “I want Jiang Jiang to help me.”
"Take off my pants."
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