"Sweetie, lean on me, I'm here to heal you."
The man's gentle, magnetic voice exploded in my ear, like a brilliant firework, stirring my heart.
Beneath the fireworks, Feng Linyuan's hand gradually tightened...
Si Jin was stunned for only a moment before releasing her grip on the person's neck, her body trembling involuntarily.
It felt as if all the strength in my body had been drained away at once, and my eyes became even redder.
If Feng Linyuan hadn't been holding him around the waist, he probably would have fallen right off.
This feeling is unlike anything I've ever experienced before.
It's strangely...exciting.
Si Jin likes it.
"Don't be nervous, let's chat."
Seeing the man's expression, Feng Linyuan's eyes gleamed with a hint of wickedness, and he spoke with a smile.
He is not a gentleman.
He is a biologist and also the president of all the research institutes under the Feng family.
Wearing white coats, exploring life.
Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he dominates the business world.
Beneath her gentle exterior lies a heart that sees through everything yet is somewhat obsessive.
How old are you?
"Ten...eighteen years old..."
"Oh, at this age, shouldn't you be taking the college entrance exam?"
"No...no, we don't have any money at home...um...for my schooling..."
"I'm not well-liked in the village..."
"In truth, life is but a few short decades, fleeting like a white horse galloping past a crack in the wall." Feng Linyuan pulled the boy closer to him again: "Why be so fixated on pleasing others?"
"In my eyes, you are very likable."
… …
Warm water gradually overflowed from the bathtub, wetting the floor.
After an unknown amount of time, Feng Linyuan finally dried the man off, carried him back to the quilt, and gently dried his hair.
Looking down with interest at the red corners of the person's eyes, she asked, "Have you been sick before?"
Si Jin clasped her hands together, clearly nervous: "I... have been sick."
Upon hearing this, Feng Linyuan paused in his actions.
An overwhelming sense of jealousy seized him, and he asked, "Was there anyone who treated your illness like I did before?"
Upon hearing this, Si Jin blushed slightly on her fair face.
Seemingly remembering what had just happened, she said somewhat embarrassedly, "No...nothing."
Nobody is like you.
"This way... to treat illness..."
Si Jin's answer finally dispelled the unfounded jealousy in Feng Linyuan's heart, and also brought out a little bit of heartache.
After drying her long hair, Feng Linyuan lowered his head and stroked Si Jin's earlobe: "Your hair is still a little wet, don't lie down yet, it'll give you a headache."
"I'll go to the outer cubicle to get the first-aid kit, okay?"
Seeing the boy obediently nod, Feng Linyuan walked out with a sweet feeling in his heart.
When I reached for the first-aid kit, I couldn't help but take a few extra glances at my right hand.
His eyes were deep, as if he had recalled something fun.
He slowly raised his hand and lightly licked it.
I would have done it in the bathroom if I wasn't afraid of scaring a fragile child.
I went out and unexpectedly picked up a poor little thing; it was worth it.
We need to find a way to bring him home.
… …
After bringing in the first-aid kit and carefully applying medicine to Si Jin, Feng Linyuan helped her lie down.
Seeing the pile of whip marks on the boy's body, I couldn't help but feel heartbroken.
What kind of family would treat a child with congenital fragility like this?
What a cruel heart.
Heartless people will be punished.
Feng Linyuan thought to himself, but his eyes were extremely gentle when he looked at Si Jin: "Jinjin, be good, go to sleep. I'll go to the next room to sleep. Tomorrow we're going to your Xiaoyaoshan Village to pick some herbs and I'll take you home then."
"Okay." Si Jin nodded. Although she could see the reluctance in Feng Linyuan's eyes, she still obediently let him go.
Within her sea of consciousness, Xiao Yao, exhausted from repairing the system, asked in confusion: "Master, releasing people so easily isn't like you, is it? Was all that pretense of a persona for nothing?"
How is that possible?
Si Jin turned over and leaned against the headboard in a classic beauty-like side-lying position.
She casually toyed with a long, thin strand of white hair with her fingertips, and replied.
When it comes to feelings, it's best to play the long game and reel in the big fish.
Believe it or not, if I count to ten, he'll come running back on his own.
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