Chapter 152 Stop looking, I won't let you touch me even if you keep looking.
The living room suddenly fell silent.
Wen Jiu stopped in her tracks.
Before Zhou Yanchuan said those three words, she felt that she could still hold back, but now all her emotions crumbled because of those three words.
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
"It doesn't hurt."
"Why are you crying if it doesn't hurt?"
"I didn't cry."
Zhou Yanchuan didn't speak, but after a while, he suddenly asked, "Are you injured?"
"without."
He didn't believe it, but he didn't say anything or do anything. He just waited for the person in front of him to calm down for a while before bending down and picking her up.
Wen Jiu didn't expect Zhou Yanchuan to suddenly act like this, and for a moment she even forgot to struggle, until he put her on the sofa and rolled up her pajamas in front of her.
She began to react, and Zhou Yanchuan pressed down on both of her wrists with one hand and used the other to roll up her pajamas to below her chest.
Just as I had imagined, the girl had large, bluish-purple bruises on her waist and abdomen.
When I saw her sit down to eat, her expression seemed off; I reckon she's still injured.
Zhou Yanchuan's brows furrowed: "This is what you meant by not being injured?"
Even though it was only the first day of my period, my abdomen was hit hard.
He couldn't help but feel heartbroken, but he couldn't bear to scold her anymore. After what happened today, he felt incredibly guilty.
The reason I cried just now must be because of these things.
He suppressed his emotions and wanted to ask her if she had gone to the hospital, but then he felt there was no need to ask; she definitely hadn't.
Zhou Yanchuan got up from the sofa, picked up his phone, and called Tan Jingyi.
When the girl arrived, he looked at her sitting up from the sofa and tidying her pajamas. His eyes were filled with heartache and restraint, and he almost said something but held back. She really didn't care about her health at all. She was like this when she was a child, and she's still like this now that she's grown up.
There's absolutely nothing we can do.
After examining Wen Jiu, Tan Jingyi found that fortunately, her spleen and lungs were not damaged; the injuries were all external. He gave her two bottles of ointment and instructed her to apply it carefully over the next few days.
Zhou Yanchuan hummed in agreement.
"So, should I apply it for her today, or...?" Tan Jingyi was stopped by a look before he could finish his sentence and said, "You do it, you do it."
When Zhou Yanchuan went from the living room to the bedroom, the person on the bed was already asleep.
He gently lifted the blanket off her and carefully began to unbutton her clothes. When he reached the second to last button, Wen Jiu's eyelashes fluttered a few times, and then she opened her eyes.
When their eyes met, Zhou Yanchuan had a strange feeling that he had been caught doing something wrong, especially when he looked at that ashamed and bewildered little face.
"You're awake," he said casually, withdrawing his hand with a nonchalant expression. "Then unbutton the bottom two buttons."
Wen Jiu stared at him blankly, forgetting to cover up her exposed skin, and blushed, asking, "Why?"
His bewildered expression was just like before. He hesitated for a moment, then said after two seconds, "Apply the medicine."
Realizing it was about applying medicine, Wen Jiu blushed and whispered, "I can do it myself."
Just as Zhou Yanchuan was about to hand her the ointment, he noticed her hand, which was wrapped in gauze, while her other hand was receiving an IV drip.
He put the ointment back.
*
When that warm palm landed on her abdomen, Wen Jiu's body trembled slightly.
She closed her eyes, not daring to look at him.
Her body felt his movements more clearly; his beautiful hand was rubbing her abdomen in circles, again and again.
"Zhou Yanchuan, why are you still so good to me?"
She couldn't help but think.
Didn't I say I wouldn't care about her? Didn't I hate her? So why is she acting like this?
That night before going to sleep, Zhou Yanchuan's hand was still resting on her abdomen, and the pain in her lower abdomen caused by her menstrual period was relieved by his warm hand.
Wen Jiu fell into a deep sleep in his arms.
In my drowsy state, I heard him say, "Why didn't you say anything after suffering such a great injustice?"
When Wen Jiu woke up the next morning, the person in the bed was no longer there.
She reached out and touched the sheets next to her; they were still slightly warm, so she guessed she hadn't been up for long.
The moment the idea came to Wen Jiu's mind, she saw someone walking out of the bathroom.
He appeared to have just taken a shower; his hair was slightly damp, and his bare upper body showed extremely smooth muscle lines. He had broad shoulders, a slender waist, and taut, clearly defined abdominal muscles that extended downwards.
The body before him was more mature and stronger than before, but with his hair hanging down, he seemed to have returned to his teenage years.
She was so engrossed in watching that she didn't even realize when the person had walked up to her until that cold, indifferent voice rang out above her head—
"Stop looking, I won't let you touch it even if you keep looking."
She tilted her head back.
Zhou Yanchuan was looking down at her. His eyebrows and eyes were exquisitely beautiful, his bone structure was extremely superior, and his pair of dark and deep eyes were fixed on her.
She was taken aback at first, then blushed at what he said.
Whispering: "Who wants to touch it?"
"You don't touch it often?"
"..."
As he put on his shirt, he looked at her as he buttoned it, as if remembering something.
Your phone just rang.
"cell phone?"
"Yes, someone called you."
Wen Jiu sat up in bed, picked up her phone to check, and when she saw the caller ID and text message, she froze for a moment, and then a tear fell from her eye with a "plop".
Sun Jin: "Xiao Jiu, the DNA results from the sample taken from the closet are in, and it confirms it's Song Yang."
Zhou Yanchuan finished dressing and looked up to meet the girl with tears streaming down her face.
His heart skipped a beat, but before he could ask what was wrong...
Then I heard her say, "Zhou Yanchuan, could you give me a ride to the police station later?"
He paused for two seconds: "Hmm."
"Then I'll go wash up, wait for me a moment."
As Wen Jiu spoke, she lifted the covers and got out of bed.
Zhou Yanchuan watched as the person rushed to the bathroom. It seemed that he wasn't crying because he was upset, so he felt a little relieved.
After getting ready to leave, Wen Jiu looked at the eye-catching car parked by the roadside and suddenly remembered what her master had told her. She tentatively asked, "Do you have a more discreet car?"
Zhou Yanchuan glanced at her.
*
In the garage.
Wen Jiu glanced over and saw nothing but luxury cars.
She thought about it and decided to take a taxi.
Just then, she spotted a cute pink car and pointed at it, asking, "Is this one okay?"
Zhou Yanchuan looked in that direction, but as soon as he saw it, he looked away in disgust.
Chen Yu's beat-up car.
"Can't."
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