Chapter 93 The Maid's Obsessive Love for the Young Master 39



In the bright master bedroom, a girl wearing only a slip dress pushed Ye Minghan, who was supporting her above her, and made him lie on his side.

Her small hands loosened the drawstring of his bathrobe and slowly untied it for him.

When those deep red scratches came into her view, her heart felt as if it had been cut in two by a pair of scissors.

My nose feels sore, and my eyes are fogged up.

Pain spread through her heart.

She suppressed the dry, itchy sob in her throat and continued to pull open his bathrobe to check the other parts of his body.

His hands and feet bore scars of varying degrees.

Her limbs, once as perfect as white jade, are now in this state, making her want to cry.

Her eyes were already red, and the tears welling up in them were slowly gathering together.

With so many injuries, he must be in so much pain, and he still won't tell her!

Moreover, these wounds were red and swollen, clearly indicating that they hadn't been treated.

I didn't dare touch him with my soft, white hands, for fear of hurting him.

He held her tightly all night, enduring the pain.

The tear, unable to be held back any longer, dripped down his chest.

When Ye Minghan saw the little girl crying, he hurriedly sat up, reached out and put his arm around her waist, and gently comforted her.

"These are just minor injuries, I'm not in pain, they'll be fine in a couple of days, sweet Yan Yan, don't cry."

He then lowered his head and used his lips to wipe away the tear stains and the continuously dripping tears from her face.

Hua Qingyan let him kiss her cheeks, her small hands slowly wrapping around his back as she continued to remove his bathrobe.

Her eyes, red like a rabbit's, met his unfathomable gaze.

"I want to see your back."

This time, knowing he couldn't play games with her anymore, he cooperated by opening his arms, taking off his bathrobe, turning his back to her, and showing her.

The moment he turned around, the wounds covering his back instantly caught her eye.

She immediately covered her mouth with her hand, and tears streamed down her face.

His back was covered in crisscrossing wounds and bruises.

In several places, the flesh was turned inside out.

He didn't even take it seriously and didn't apply the medicine.

After a night, the edges of those bloody, mangled wounds were red, swollen, and inflamed.

She immediately held back her tears, got out of bed and put on her shoes, talking to him with a mixture of anger and heartache.

"Is this what you mean by 'nothing'?"

"Don't move, sit here, I'll go find the medicine."

After saying that, he ran out of the room like the wind to find the medicine box on the first floor.

This time, Ye Minghan, who was left on the bed, was really obedient.

When Hua Qingyan came in with the medicine box, he was still sitting on the edge of the bed, supporting himself with one hand while waiting for her.

He heard her footsteps and looked up to see her walk in.

Her delicate face had a very serious expression.

Her thick eyelashes were all wet with tears.

Her wet eyes, like those of an innocent fawn, softened his heart.

The girl, still fighting back tears, carried a first-aid kit and walked to his side.

She looked up and met his intensely possessive gaze. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she took out disinfectant and cotton swabs, and, suppressing her heartache, began to "give orders" to him.

"Go lie down on your stomach. I'll disinfect it first, then apply the medicine."

The blurry image of the wound is still firmly etched in her mind.

He had no scars on his chest, making it easier to apply medicine while he was lying down.

He had no objection. Seeing the heartache in her eyes and the tears at the corners of her eyes, he wanted to hug her and comfort her.

But she was still angry, so I couldn't let her get any angrier. I could only follow her orders and lie on the bed.

Her anxious heart almost broke down again when she saw his red, swollen, and turned-out back.

She knew that the scrapes and bumps were all because of protecting her.

Having never applied medicine to anyone before in this life, her hand holding the cotton swab trembled continuously.

She was so afraid of hurting him.

Ye Minghan, who was lying on the pillow, glanced at her anxious expression.

He reached out and touched the top of her head to comfort her.

"Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt."

Hua Qingyan's nose was red, and hearing him say that made her feel even more sorry for him.

Her body is covered in wounds, yet she claims it doesn't hurt; her Hanhan is a "liar."

To avoid worrying her, I said things I didn't mean to coax her.

She didn't actually blame him for locking her in the car.

She knew he was very jealous and that he locked her up because he didn't want her to go out and be seen by others, and even more so, he didn't want her to be in danger.

But when she was truly in danger, it was still him who rushed to the front, risking his life to protect her.

He loved her even more than she could have imagined.

Her little hands, holding the cotton swab, trembled slightly as she carefully disinfected him.

The technique was clumsy, sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

I accidentally poked the wound on his back, which had already stopped bleeding, and it started bleeding again.

He didn't react at all, but she was so frightened that she started crying.

Her hand, clutching the cotton swab, hung halfway in the air, and she cried out, at a loss.

"Hanhan, I... I made you bleed. I'll go get the army doctor."

Just as she was about to turn around and go out to look for someone, her slender wrist was tightly gripped by a strong hand.

A gentle, soothing voice sounded softly behind her.

"Yan Yan, blow on it for me and it won't hurt anymore."

It sounded like the tone used to coax a three-year-old, with a hint of doting affection.

Hua Qingyan's mind was filled with his bleeding wounds. She did whatever he said, just to make him feel a little better.

She then turned around, bent down behind him, pouted her lips, and blew on his bleeding wound.

That feather-like breath seemed to blow into his heart, making him completely tender.

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