"Du Muchen, you brat, let me go!" Su Peishan was held tightly in Du Muchen's arms.
She angrily raised her head to glare at her, but as soon as she did, a pair of thin, cool lips quickly approached.
Su Peishan was immediately startled, her eyes widening in surprise.
His lips were firmly sealed by the other's, and seeing that she did not resist excessively, Du Muchen tentatively deepened the kiss.
Su Peishan snapped out of her daze and forcefully broke free from his grasp.
She raised her hand to slap him, but the raised hand never quite brought herself to do it.
"You brat, you're a complete lecher."
"Thank you for the compliment." The man was in an exceptionally good mood, having successfully carried out his scheme.
His clear gaze followed her flushed cheeks, which were red with anger, and slowly moved to her pink lips that he had touched. The brief touch left him wanting more.
Du Muchen grinned as if he had gotten a great deal.
"Sister Su, I know I look incredibly attractive and sexy right now, but are you sure you want to keep staring at me like that?"
Hearing Du Muchen's shameless boasting, Su Peishan wished she could grow knives in her eyes.
His gaze swept over the location of his injury.
Without the sleeves to cover it, the wound was exposed and clearly visible.
The dozen or so bloody holes looked particularly eerie.
Thinking back to that scene, if Du Muchen hadn't stood in front of him, that hammer would have hit him.
Thinking of this, the anger in my heart subsided.
I picked up iodine and cotton swabs and began to carefully clean the wound.
At this moment, Du Muchen stopped teasing her and quietly watched her as she focused on her work in front of him.
After disinfecting the wound, Su Peishan applied hemostatic powder to the wound and then carefully wrapped it with gauze.
"A bandaged wound like this is very likely to get infected. It's best to have a professional doctor re-dress it when you get home."
"You're concerned about me?" Du Muchen raised an eyebrow.
Su Peishan tidied up the first-aid kit and snorted, "If you hadn't been injured because you saved me, I wouldn't care whether you lived or died."
"real?"
Su Peishan didn't want to answer the question anymore and looked out the car window.
"Why haven't Qianmo and your men come out yet?"
Just then, Du Muchen's phone, which was lying to the side, rang.
He glanced down at his phone screen and picked it up with his uninjured hand.
After the other person said something, Du Muchen silently glanced at Su Peishan.
The voice on the other end of the phone said, "Young Master Du, we'll take Miss Bai home first. Miss Su can drive you home."
"kindness!"
Du Muchen's voice was indifferent, but Xinghe knew in his heart that his young master was incredibly excited.
Hang up the phone.
Su Peishan asked.
"Was that Qianmo calling?"
"It was Xinghe. He took Qianmo back first."
Su Peishan frowned.
What's going on? Qianmo actually went back alone?
Wait, if Xinghe goes to see Qianmo off, then who will see her off?
His gaze slowly turned to Du Muchen.
"What about us? How do we get back?"
Du Muchen grabbed a hoodie from the side, used his uninjured hand to pull it over his head, and then put it on smoothly.
"The keys are in the car. Will you drive or should I?"
"Where is your other subordinate?"
"He was slightly injured. After taking Qianmo back, Xinghe will take him to the hospital for treatment."
“You’re injured too, it’s on the way to the hospital together.” Su Peishan felt that this matter was not so simple.
Du Muchen gave a soft snort.
"Sister Su, are you afraid that if you're alone with me, she might do something to me? Well, I'm not very mobile right now, so if you're attracted to my good looks..."
"Go to hell, I have no feelings for you. I'm driving, you better stay put."
With a threat, Su Peishan got out of the car, walked to the driver's seat, quickly started the car, and drove off.
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