Chapter 1791 I beg you
Only Cheng Zhiyuan walked into the ward - he locked Yan Yi, who was about to follow him in, outside the door.
Yan Yi:...
The veins on Mr. Agent's forehead bulged slightly, then relaxed after a moment.
A pair of narrow eyes behind the lenses looked at the closed door in front of him for a moment and then lowered their eyes, concealing seven parts of anxiety and three parts of bitterness.
Just then his cell phone rang, he let out a breath, turned around and walked away to answer the call.
After all, the situation is still a mess and someone has to clean up the mess.
And someone has to deal with the culprit who caused Chen Pianpian to suffer so much pain that she had to take morphine to relieve the pain.
Mr. Agent's glasses reflected the light from the corridor, casting a chilling white.
He walked away, his slender back exuding a heart-pounding coldness.
In the ward behind him, Cheng Zhiyuan had just walked to the bedside.
The sun outside the window was fine, and soft sunlight passed through the gaps between the curtains, touching the white sheets and the hand placed on the sheets.
White, slender, beautiful hands with long phalanges.
Cheng Zhiyuan stood beside the bed and slowly reached out to hold that hand.
The touch was cold, and the hand trembled slightly as if reflexively after the skin touched. Then the girl's eyelashes on the bed trembled slightly, and opened like butterfly wings.
His pupils were like obsidian dipped in water. As soon as he saw her, they immediately became more moist, making his eyelashes wet as well.
The ponytail she had tied up when the wound was cleaned was untied, and her long black hair spread on the pillow, making her pale and delicate face look extremely fragile.
Shen Pianpian opened her wet eyes and looked at the man who was looking down at her. She scratched his palm with her fingers weakly and whispered in a slightly hoarse voice,
"pain······"
The voice was as wet as her eyes, and there was a faint, uncontrollable, trembling cry in her throat. The man standing there instantly tightened his grip on her hand when he heard it.
The pair of beautiful eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses were slightly stained red, but his face remained expressionless.
He sat down beside the bed and said calmly,
"This is a lesson, Shen Pianxian."
The tears in the girl's eyes suddenly overflowed.
But she didn't cry out loud.
Tears streamed down her cheeks and fell into the pillow. She tried to suppress and ignore the burning pain that spread from the wound to her entire body. She whispered with some difficulty,
"You're still teaching me a lesson?"
Cheng Zhiyuan's fingers trembled slightly, and after a moment he reached out to wipe her tears. His movements were as gentle as if he was treating a piece of tofu that would break at the touch, but his voice was still unkind.
"Of course I have to teach you a lesson."
"There is no safe place in this world except by my side."
"Anyone can hurt you, and no one can protect you except me."
The man never let go of his hand that was wiping the girl's tears, because he found that once Shen Pianpian's tears fell, they were like a flood that had been opened and there was no end in sight.
Seeing the red in those peach blossom eyes getting deeper and deeper, he finally couldn't help but lean over and touch his forehead with hers.
As if he wanted to absorb all the girl's pain with this skin contact, the man pressed hard against her forehead, and his eyes were filled with the same red as Shen Pianpian's.
"Don't get hurt again, Shen Pianxian."
"Please."
When he spoke again, his voice was so hoarse that people around him felt their throats choked and sore just by listening to him.
Shen Pianpian couldn't stop crying in pain, and reached out to touch the man's short hair, as if to comfort him.
Cheng Zhiyuan closed his eyes slightly, and the unfinished words echoed gloomily in his heart.
If it happens again, I will tie you up at home and never leave you.
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