The movement aggravated his injury, and he groaned softly, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. It was still bright outside, and the light shone through the window screen, clearly illuminating the bulging veins on his collarbone caused by the pain.
Meng Zhao took in the whole scene and couldn't help but think to herself that perhaps some people are born with a seductive nature. They can make such a simple action into such an alluring pose. She subconsciously swallowed and quickly turned around to wash her hands to hide her feelings.
After washing her hands, Meng Zhao carefully removed the cotton pad from the wound, then gently wiped away the oozing blood with a damp cloth, and then applied the ointment to the wound with her fingertips.
Shen Qinghe stared straight ahead, not daring to look at the person beside him. At this moment, all his senses seemed to be concentrated on his right shoulder. Every time Meng Zhao's fingertips gently brushed across his skin, they brought a slight tingling sensation. Gradually, the tips of his white jade ears turned crimson, and the pain in his shoulder seemed to disappear without a trace.
After the ointment was applied evenly, Meng Zhao took a clean cotton cloth and re-bandaged him. Just as she was about to take the used cloth away, she heard Afu's deliberately lowered voice from outside the door: "Sir, is the dressing changed? Should I come in and tidy up?"
Shen Qinghe's expression froze. Before he could stop him, Afu had already finished speaking, and the room fell into a subtle silence. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly turned his head and looked at Meng Zhao with a hint of guilt.
Meng Zhao stared at him coldly, her face as cold as ice. "Shen Qinghe, you've really grown quite the character, lying so easily now." With that, she slammed the tray she was holding onto the table with a bang and turned to leave.
Shen Qing panicked immediately, forgetting his disheveled appearance, and rushed forward to block his path. His collar was half-open, revealing a large expanse of skin, but he seemed oblivious: "I'm sorry, it was my fault! I shouldn't have lied. I just... just wanted to spend more time with you."
Seeing that no matter what he said, Meng Zhao remained silent with a cold face, Shen Qinghe became so anxious that his eyes reddened. Suddenly, he leaned forward and turned his face slightly to the side.
"What are you doing?" Meng Zhao frowned.
Shen Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, her voice barely audible: "Should we fight?"
Meng Zhao was so angry she almost laughed. "Are you sick? Or do you have some kind of masochistic fetish? Fine! Even if you like being beaten, I have no interest in hitting people!" With that, she reached out to push him away.
Just then, Shen Qinghe suddenly groaned, clutching his wound and staggering backward. Meng Zhao instinctively reached out to help him, but Shen Qinghe seized the opportunity to grab his wrist. Their eyes met, and Shen Qinghe's eyes glistened with tears. "I... I just wanted to calm you down, to make you forgive me."
"If you want me to calm down, let go of me now and let me leave," Meng Zhao said coldly.
Shen Qinghe was unwilling to comply and was about to say something more, but the belt he had just taken off was still on the table, and his clothes were already loose. In the struggle between the two, Meng Zhao accidentally grabbed his collar and yanked it, and the clothes slipped down, revealing Shen Qinghe's strong chest and clearly defined abdominal muscles.
Although she had seen him by candlelight the night before, it was still bright outside, and Meng Zhao could even see the fine downy hairs on his skin. She hurriedly turned her face away, not daring to look any longer.
Shen Qinghe keenly noticed her unusual behavior. Looking down, he immediately understood. He reached out and gathered his clothes together, loosely tying them with two sashes, and whispered, "I'm sorry."
When Meng Zhao turned her gaze back, she saw that his collar was half open, covering most of his skin, but the casual way he tied it added a touch of dashing charm, and she felt a little regretful for some reason.
Shen Qinghe seemed to read her mind. He suddenly leaned closer, his voice low and seductive: "If you want to see, I can untie it again, okay?" His warm breath brushed against her ear, carrying a hint of allure. Seeing that Meng Zhao remained silent, he pressed his advantage, adding fuel to the fire: "Or, you could untie it yourself?"
After saying that, he took her hand, slipped it inside his outer robe, and pressed it directly against his waist. Meng Zhao immediately felt a burning heat, her fingertips trembled, and she tried to move away, but he held her firmly.
Shen Qinghe looked down at her, his eyes surging with emotion, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly: "I truly know I was wrong, and I'll never dare to do it again. If you're still angry, I'll listen to you from now on and let you do whatever you want with me, okay?"
Looking at his lowered eyelashes and slightly pursed thin lips, which gave him an air of being at his mercy, Meng Zhao was momentarily stunned. Then, anger welled up inside her. She abruptly pulled her hand away and, not intending to leave, returned to her desk and began flipping through the books on it.
Shen Qing frowned slightly, wondering what was wrong. When Meng Zhao couldn't find what she wanted on the table and turned to the bookshelf, reaching straight for the spot she had noticed before, he panicked and stepped in front of the bookshelf to block her.
"What are you looking for? I'll help you find it." There was a clear hint of panic in his voice.
Meng Zhao sneered, "Get out of my way! I want to see if these skills of yours were something you were born with, or if you learned them from somewhere else!"
Shen Qing dared not let her see him and was about to stop her when Meng Zhao pointed at him and said, "You dare to move and try?" He froze on the spot and could only watch helplessly as she flipped through the books on the bookshelf one by one.
Meng Zhao casually picked up a book. The cover looked no different from other books, but when she opened the title page, the four characters "The Heart Thief" were written in large characters. She flipped through it and found that the pages were full of things like "say more sweet words" and "give gifts often." She immediately rolled her eyes and threw the book at Shen Qinghe.
Then she pulled out "The Rules of Self-Rescue in Love" and "The Secrets to Success for a Playboy." Meng Zhao was so angry that her fingertips were trembling. Shen Qing stood aside like a child who had done something wrong, frantically catching the books that Meng Zhao threw at her.
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