He got angry again.
Yu Qiao climbed off him and stood there dejectedly like a child admitting her mistake, her eyes darting furtively to steal glances at the exposed waist of Shen Zhao.
So fair-skinned.
Shen Zhao stood up, his well-defined fingers stroking his weakened, snow-white collarbone as he coughed violently.
His face turned even redder from coughing, as if he had a high fever of 39 degrees Celsius.
He was so angry when he saw that Yu Qiao's beautiful white and gold dress was stained with blood, and that Yu Qiao looked expressionless and dazed.
He yelled at her again, "Idiot, don't you feel pain?"
"You're bleeding so much! You need to see a doctor!!"
Yu Qiao was stunned for a moment, then stiffly raised her eyes to meet his watery peach blossom eyes: "I... I'm not in pain."
Fearing he wouldn't believe her, Yu Qiao lifted her skirt.
Shen Zhao abruptly closed her eyes and stammered, "Idiot! You...you're a girl, how could you lift your skirt in front of a man?!"
Does he treat everyone like this? How idiotic! Doesn't he understand the difference between men and women?!
“Look.” Yu Qiao said with a serious expression.
Shen Zhao: ?
“Look,” she stubbornly repeated the two words.
Shen Zhao raised his long, snow-white fingers, half-covering his face, his heart pounding wildly as he looked over with one eye half-open.
Suddenly, his eyes widened, he lowered his hand, and stared at her waist.
With a waist circumference of only 51 cm, and a palm-sized scar on her side, Yu Qiao looked like an injured rag doll, her body torn apart and then casually sewn up with a tattered rag, making her look out of place with the rest of her skin.
"How did this happen?" Shen Zhao exuded a cool and dangerous aura, his eyes staring intently at him, his voice hoarse.
"My dad burned me with coal." Yu Qiao put down her skirt and told Shen Zhao very seriously, "It doesn't hurt at all, and it will heal on its own in a few days."
She had suffered many injuries, and none of them were willing to give her money for treatment. So she endured them, and as she endured, her wounds healed on their own.
Shen Zhao remained silent, his gaze fixed on the scene, a dark cloud gathering in his eyes, and an inexplicable anger rising within him.
"..."
No one knew what Shen Zhao was thinking at that moment. His blood seemed to freeze, and looking at Yu Qiao's expressionless face, he felt a strange sense of absurdity and anger.
He broke down, his face flushed with anger, and stepped forward, grabbing her hand: "You're so stupid! How could you not be in pain? You're in so much pain!"
Seriously, he's so angry!
Strangely enough, Shen Zhao's long, dark eyes seemed to be slightly red.
No wonder, when we first met, she was dressed in rags and had money to buy a cake, but she felt she didn't deserve to eat it because she felt she didn't deserve anything good.
No wonder her beautiful face never showed any expression; was she numb?
Why, it was her father who did it?
Shen Zhao felt a little breathless. What kind of family could raise a girl like this, with such a large wound? She said expressionlessly, "It doesn't hurt at all."
Yu Qiao stared blankly at Shen Zhao's reddened eyes, raised her cold fingers to touch the corner of his eye, and asked in a low, hoarse voice, "Are you going to cry?"
"Why?"
"Don't cry."
Shen Zhao glared at her: "Why would I cry?! And even if I did cry, what business is it of yours?!"
"It would break my heart," Yu Qiao replied earnestly, her light gray pupils gazing at him with reverence.
Bang, bang, bang
Shen Zhao's heart raced, a faint blush rose to his long neck, his eyelashes drooped, and his breathing became ragged. He grabbed her hand tightly: "I really don't know if you're genuinely stupid or just pretending!"
"Don't you know you shouldn't say things like that to a man? How stupid."
Yu Qiao stared in astonishment at their clasped hands, then instinctively followed him out, asking, "Where are we going?"
"..." Shen Zhao's face flushed red as he glared at her, gritting his teeth: "Of course we're going to get treatment!"
Yu Qiao nodded coldly, her eyelids drooping: "Young Master, the way you blush makes you look like a pretty doll."
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Yu Qiao ignored him, but squeezed his hand tightly, absentmindedly saying, "Like the doll I saw on TV, the one I want."
But she didn't have the money to buy it, so she could only watch it on TV.
Shen Zhao lowered his eyelashes, the shadows cast by the lamplight obscuring the emotions in his eyes. He took out his phone with one hand to notify the housekeeper to call the private doctor over, and replied to her, "I will pay you a salary. Once you have money, you can buy it."
This is different now.
Yu Qiao stared at Shen Zhao's well-defined profile, her tightly pursed lips gradually curving upwards.
Now, she wants a prettier doll than she desires.
Young master.
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