"Sit on the table, it'll be more convenient," Rong Zhaonan said, drying his hair.
Ning Yuan thought about it and agreed. She was petite, so sitting higher would be more convenient for her.
She simply sat on the desk and began unbuttoning her clothes, one button at a time, gradually revealing her snow-white, spring-like skin.
Although she had agreed to let him apply the medicine for her these past few days, she still felt a little uncomfortable and secretly glanced at him.
He sat with his long legs apart, drying his hair, his eyes downcast as he looked at the iodine placed to the side.
Seemingly accustomed to it, they didn't pay much attention to the spring scenery before them.
Ning Yuan breathed a slight sigh of relief. For some reason, the ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them was getting stronger and stronger.
It seems easy for something to happen that could break the "take it slow" agreement between the two of them.
She always felt that he was trying to hook her up. Was it just her imagination?
Ning Yuan furrowed her delicate eyebrows slightly, untied the last stitch, and adjusted her body to face him so that he could apply the medicine more easily.
She unbuttoned all the buttons, revealing several scratch marks on her fair, peach-like chest, which was wrapped in her bra.
The two deepest cuts have scabbed over, and the other original red marks have disappeared.
Rong Zhaonan finally raised his eyes and glanced at her, his gaze deepening before moving down to rest on her slender waist.
Below his chest, there was a thin scar from fingernails that had been scratching him from the middle of his chest down to his waist.
Every time Rong Zhaonan saw these scars, a fierce glint would rise in his usually cold eyes.
Looking at him, Ning Yuan felt a pang of tenderness: "Iodine disinfection hurts quite a bit at first, but it's gotten much better once it scabs over."
These days, there are no disinfectants like povidone-iodine that are almost painless; there's only iodine tincture containing alcohol.
Her chest skin was delicate, and she couldn't bring herself to do it. She originally wanted to go to the hospital, but Rong Zhaonan forced her to apply medicine for several days, which made her grimace in pain.
Rong Zhaonan took a cotton swab, soaked it in iodine, and applied it to her wound, asking without revealing his emotions—
"Just like you said, when you're out in the world on your own, you're bound to get injured like this. You're so delicate about getting iodine applied and you're complaining about the pain. What if you get stabbed a few times during a robbery? What will you do then?"
The cool, slightly alcoholic medicine was applied to the sensitive, newly scabbed wound.
Ning Yuan frowned slightly: "It's normal to be afraid of pain. We still have to do what we're supposed to do. As long as we don't die, the sun will rise as usual tomorrow."
Rong Zhaonan calmly applied the medicine to her, saying, "You really are incredibly stubborn."
Ning Yuan smiled, her big eyes crinkling as she looked down at him, her lips pursed. "When you first met me, weren't you like this? If I become gentle, kind, and obedient, will you still like me?"
Rong Zhaonan paused, staring intently at her.
Yes, from the first day I met her, she was this kind of person—a strange and contradictory girl.
As long as I don't die, the sun will rise again tomorrow...
Her frankness and indomitable vitality were what initially attracted him.
If one day she becomes gentle, kind, and obedient, a good wife and mother, will she still be the girl I initially chose?
He lowered his thick, long eyelashes, casting shadows on his fair, aloof face, and suddenly changed the subject—
"Neither the Yu family mother nor their son can get out. The exact number of years they will be sentenced to depends on the nature of their case."
Ning Yuan was surprised by his speed; it had only been a few days.
“Mother Tian insists that she and I fought, but there must be skin flakes from my scratches under Yu Qiang’s fingernails. Their testimonies will definitely not match, and the area where he scratched me is so sensitive, he can’t escape.”
Ning Yuan looked at him and said softly, "With you here, no one can collude with each other."
Rong Zhaonan dipped a cotton swab in the medicine, a dark and cold light flashing in his eyes: "Such heinous crimes on university campuses are prone to causing panic, so of course they should be punished severely."
Ning Yuan looked at him for a while before whispering, "Thank you."
In fact, even if Rong Zhaonan didn't take action, his own injuries were enough to keep them from leaving the police station.
Rong Zhaonan took on this task because he didn't want her to relive the unpleasant memories of being dragged into the room time and time again.
He was her boyfriend, and he wanted to protect her.
Rong Zhaonan looked up at her and suddenly asked, "Does the wound still hurt?"
Ning Yuan was taken aback. He had already asked her, but she shook her head again: "It doesn't hurt anymore, really!"
Rong Zhaonan put down the cotton swab soaked in ointment: "Check it out."
Ning Yuan asked in confusion, "How do we check?"
Whether she's in pain or not, only she knows.
He said calmly, "This is how you check it."
After saying that, he suddenly leaned down, raised his hand to hold her slender waist, and lowered his head to kiss the wound on her soft chest.
Ning Yuan froze instantly, feeling as if she had been electrocuted, and a shiver ran down her spine.
The newly healed skin was so sensitive and delicate; the warm lips pressed against the soft flesh of my chest, so clear and burning.
She couldn't help but squint and gasp, instinctively pressing her hand on his shoulder: "Rong Zhaonan..."
She tried to push him away, but her hand was on his shoulder and she didn't move.
He didn't look up, his usually cold voice now tinged with a hoarseness: "Does it hurt?"
Ning Yuan's eyes also welled up with tears. She bit her lip, her breathing becoming erratic: "...It doesn't hurt."
It felt like my heart was being kissed; who has ever experienced that feeling of tension all over my body?
"It seems like this check will rub off the iodine and ointment... I'll apply it again later?" His thin lips were still on her chest, his voice growing increasingly hoarse and ethereal.
It was like a gentle, alluring vibration hitting her eardrums through a layer of mist.
Before Ning Yuan could speak, he suddenly let go of her hand, stood up, and went to get the medicine.
Ning Yuan felt a sudden emptiness in her arms, and a strange sense of loss washed over her.
“You…” Ning Yuan looked at his retreating figure.
He asked casually, "What's wrong?"
He stood there, his narrow, cold eyes devoid of any smile, his collar plunging down to his chest.
He was cold, the air was humid, hot, and sticky, and he was temptment itself.
Looking at his calm demeanor, Ning Yuan suddenly became certain that he was indeed trying to seduce her!
Her heart was pounding like a fish pulled ashore, it was really tempted to take the bait...
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