First, I hastily wiped the rainwater off the other person's hair, then I lifted their face, ready to wipe it as well.
But when the man looked up and their eyes met, Jiang Nian was completely stunned.
The man had an extremely handsome face.
His face had a clear outline and distinct features, as if he were dazzlingly favored by the Creator.
The dim light from the entryway slid across the high, straight bridge of his nose, and those dark, deep eyes stared straight at her.
"Baby, am I pretty?"
"..."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian remained expressionless.
The temperature gun in her hand was pressed directly against the man's forehead.
With a beep, the temperature was displayed as 39.5 degrees Celsius.
It is indeed a high fever.
It's hard to tell whether the fever damaged the brain or the head injury was caused by hitting it.
But it's certain that the other person has a problem with their head.
"Baby, you're looking at me like I'm an idiot."
The man was the first to feel wronged.
"Because normal people wouldn't call out to strangers like that." Jiang Nian was still somewhat patient with the patient.
“You’re not a stranger,” the man leaned closer, narrowing his eyes. “You must be my baby, otherwise how would I have found this place at just the right time?”
Jiang Nian also wanted to know how this person had stumbled upon this place by accident.
She rummaged through the man's trouser pockets.
Money, phone, ID, nothing.
She reached out and tore open the gauze soaked with rain and blood. Jiang Nian's expression darkened when she saw the wounds on the other person's body.
It's a gunshot wound, and it must have been there a few days ago.
The man wasn't talking nonsense; someone really wanted to kill him.
"I don't have any men's clothes here,"
Jiang Nian stood up. "You have a fever right now. Dry yourself off first, and I'll go to a nearby store to buy you some clothes..."
Before he could finish speaking, he heard a rustling sound behind him.
Jiang Nian turned her head and her whole body went numb.
This man, whose identity is unknown, has taken off his shirt himself with extraordinary efficiency.
The man was shirtless, leaning against the wall in the entryway, his hair still damp.
Water droplets slid down his cheeks, then down his chest, disappearing into his well-defined abdominal muscles.
Coupled with the still-bleeding wounds, it resembled a war-damaged model. It possessed a strong sexual tension and seductive quality, making one inexplicably feel a dryness in the mouth.
Jiang Nian closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again.
"...No, what are you doing?"
Si Boye's hand lingered on his belt, preparing to take off his pants.
She looked completely innocent. Her eyes, like the tips of her hair, were wet.
"Baby, you don't need to go out to buy me clothes."
"I don't have to wear it."
I'm going crazy.
When she was thirteen, she brought Jiang Ren back home, and Jiang Ren became the most loyal person to stay by her side.
Now, what kind of thing has she picked up?
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