Fu Sang and Hua Ci returned to the villa, where the family doctor was already waiting.
"President Yan."
Fu Sang looked at Hua Ci and said, "You should take a look at him quickly."
The family doctor opened the medicine box, looked at Hua Ci, and asked, "Where are you injured?"
Hua Ci's handsome face remained expressionless as he calmly said, "There's no serious injury; just some medicine will do."
Long ago, he was even more seriously injured in a fight. He curled up alone in the darkness, like a wounded beast silently licking its wounds, without any concern from anyone.
Therefore, he is not used to others showing him excessive concern.
A minor injury is nothing to him; there's no need to make a fuss about it.
Fu Sang had no choice but to let the family doctor leave, leaving the first-aid kit for her to treat Hua Ci's wounds.
She walked over and took Hua Ci's hand, saying gently, "Come sit down, I'll help you clean your wound."
Hua Ci must have been hit while fighting against Zha Ge and his gang of thugs, but not as badly as they had.
"Take off your clothes," Fu Sang said.
Hua Ci was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and raised his dark eyes to look at her.
Fu Sang blushed under his gaze and said, "What are you thinking? I need to see where you're injured."
But Hua Ci didn't cooperate with her. She relaxed and leaned back on the sofa, casually placing her long legs in front of her, making them appear even longer. Her whole demeanor was lazy yet noble.
His beautiful, dark eyes gazed at her intently, his thin, pretty lips slightly pursed, and he said, "My hand hurts."
His tone and expression, which sounded like a boy being pampered, made people want to spoil him helplessly.
Fu Sang had no choice but to put down the cotton swabs in his hand, half-kneel on the sofa, put his hand on his shoulder, and said, "Give me your hand, I'll help you take it off."
Hua Ci was now willing to cooperate, letting her unbutton each button and take off her wrinkled shirt.
The man's lean body had fair skin, as beautiful as flawless porcelain, but it was covered with many scars of varying sizes, the bruises ruining the beauty of his body.
Hua Ci pays great attention to exercise in her daily life, and she doesn't use a stunt double when acting; she does all the stunts herself.
Every muscle on the man's body is perfectly proportioned, with beautiful lines that make people involuntarily swallow their saliva, marveling at the Creator's favoritism.
Hua Ci noticed her gaze and a smile appeared on his handsome face.
Fu Sang instinctively reached out and covered his mouth.
Hua Ci blinked, her raven-feather-like eyelashes were beautiful and alluring, and her voice was captivatingly magnetic.
Why are you covering my mouth?
Fu Sang couldn't help but glare at him and said, "Don't smile so seductively on purpose."
A devilishly handsome man, his smile is absolutely captivating; the charm he exudes, whether unintentionally or intentionally, is mesmerizing.
Hua Ci grasped her wrist, her eyes narrowing slightly, and said, "Can't I even laugh?"
"no……"
Fu Sang couldn't figure out Hua Ci's thoughts, feeling that he was too scheming, as if he had laid a big net for her to take the bait.
She lowered her eyes and said, "Don't make trouble, I'll apply the medicine for you."
Hua Ci released her delicate wrist, rubbing her thumb and forefinger together as if reluctant to part.
Fu Sang focused intently on cleaning his wounds and carefully applied medicine to them.
Hua Ci lowered his long, thick eyelashes and looked intently at the girl who was applying medicine to him.
The girl's slender, fair fingers pressed against his skin, gently massaging it. Her careful and tender movements revealed her deep care for him.
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