The cool sensation of the water droplets made the man squint slightly. He shifted his hand from Qin Ge's shoulder to the side, and before the boy could react or dodge in time, he reached out and pulled open his collar—
Qin Ge was wearing a rather loose and comfortable crew neck t-shirt. His body was already slender and thin, and the white t-shirt looked loose on him, so Huo Beiyuan easily pulled it open, revealing one shoulder.
The boy had slender shoulders, delicate and long collarbones, and skin that was as white and smooth as mutton fat jade. A raised bruise on his skin stood out conspicuously.
...How could an old man just randomly rip someone's clothes off? A hint of displeasure rose in Qin Ge's heart, and he moved his body, wanting to get up.
Huo Beiyuan held him down, preventing him from getting up: "Look for yourself, it's all bruised. Si Nian learned professional fighting from someone, I know how strong he is. If you don't rub these bruises off, you won't be able to lift this hand tomorrow."
If Lu Sinian were here right now and heard his uncle call him by his name like that... that kid Sinian would probably get goosebumps.
My uncle has never called me so affectionately and kindly before.
Upon hearing Huo Beiyuan's words, Qin Ge subconsciously tilted her head to her right shoulder, naturally seeing the bruise on her shoulder, which looked particularly shocking against her pale skin.
He frowned, his gaze now drawn to the bruise. He no longer cared about the slight displeasure he felt when the man had pulled his clothes open from his collar without his consent. In his mind, he thought the protagonist was ruthless and cruel.
Then she remembered that the man in front of her was the ruthless protagonist's uncle; the two were definitely related.
In ancient times, there was a form of punishment called collective punishment.
This perfectly captures Qin Ge's current mood when she looks at Huo Beiyuan.
The boy slapped away the man's hand that had landed on his shoulder, curled his lips into a sneer, and said coldly, "Whose nephew is he?"
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and at this moment, even the boy's little temper was incredibly...heart-fluttering in Huo Beiyuan's eyes.
Huo Beiyuan parted his thin lips, his long eyelashes drooping slightly, and chuckled softly. His slender hand rested on the delicate, pale shoulder blade, and he couldn't help but sigh that even the finest jade couldn't compare to this touch. As he stroked the boy's hair, he continued, going along with his train of thought:
"It's my fault."
"So, as your uncle, I personally applied the medicine to the aggrieved party as an apology on behalf of Si Nian."
"How about it?"
Although Qin Ge was always stubborn and unyielding, he was not an ungrateful or unreasonable person. After Huo Beiyuan's few words and the thought that the man had come to support him, Qin Ge no longer had any feelings of wanting to implicate the two uncles and nephews.
Besides, Lu Sinian probably suffered quite a bit at his hands, and his injuries were likely no less than his.
Qin Ge coughed lightly and followed suit, saying, "Alright then."
This means that he agrees to let Huo Beiyuan apply the medicine to him.
Upon hearing this, the man smiled.
He withdrew his hand from Qin Ge's shoulder and patted the bedside, saying, "Come here, sit here."
He paused for a moment, then added, "Don't squat, or your legs will go numb again."
As he said this, Huo Beiyuan looked at Qin Ge with his dark, deep eyes, the corners of his eyes slightly upturned, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.
For some reason, Qin Ge's face felt hot.
He's clearly not a shy person.
To avoid a repeat of the embarrassing situations from the previous two times when she stepped on a banana peel and was forced into an idol drama, Qin Ge sat down on the edge of the bed.
Huo Beiyuan opened the medicinal wine and poured it into his palm.
Qin Ge found the smell quite repulsive. The thought of applying the medicinal wine to his body later, which would leave his skin covered in the pungent smell of safflower oil, made the young man's brows furrow without any attempt to hide it.
Seeing his disgusted look, Huo Beiyuan's thin lips curved into a smile, revealing a hint of doting affection.
He said, "Lift up your clothes yourself."
Qin Ge thought he was talking about the injury on his shoulder, so he raised his hand and pulled open the collar of his white t-shirt, revealing half of his thin, white shoulder.
Huo Beiyuan reached out to him, his hand landing on the thin, pale, bare shoulder, before saying, "Little friend, take care of your uncle who has bad legs. Come closer, okay?"
He didn't seem to care about his leg ailment and difficulty walking, and even casually brought it up himself, using it to ask Qin Ge to "take care" of him.
—She leaned towards him.
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