"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!"
Song Xi apologized as she fumbled for tissues. In her haste, and with her injured foot, she stumbled and fell onto Lou Yuming.
Blood spurted onto his clothes and the bedsheets. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Lou Yuming's temples throbbed as he forcefully suppressed the rage surging in his head. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Get up."
Song Xi trembled as she rolled over, too afraid to look at the man's ashen face.
She expected him to lose his temper.
Instead, he merely scowled, his icy gaze making her skin crawl.
"I... I'll do it myself!"
Song Xi offered a placating smile and, in an extremely contorted posture, began to disinfect the wound on her foot.
She winced and sucked in air with each swipe.
Lou Yuming found the sight unbearable. With a dark expression, he snatched the cotton swab from her.
Song Xi was about to speak, but the withering look he shot her silenced her obediently.
"You're hideous!"
He was truly disgusted.
Song Xi pouted, daring not to utter another sound.
Lou Yuming guessed he had never been so disheveled in his life.
A few dried bloodstains dotted his chest. There were still traces of blood above his thin lips, and his now clean hair hung messily over his forehead.
It was as if a noble ancient painting had been defiled.
Looking at her handiwork, Song Xi felt a flicker of guilt, but also a strange sense of satisfaction.
*Hmph, serves him right!*
Lou Yuming was now quite adept at treating wounds, thanks to Song Xi.
He let out a cold snort and expertly tied a knot. "Next time, you might as well smash your brain too, to avoid doing stupid things."
"I was only doing that because of you—"
Song Xi blurted out, then quickly huffed after realizing what she'd said. "I'm going to take a shower."
Lou Yuming sensed a hidden meaning in her words. He yanked her back, pulling her onto his lap.
"Because of me what? Don't use me as an excuse."
His eyes darkened. "I didn't ask you to charge into battle and 'fight alongside' others."
His tone was laden with unspoken implications.
Song Xi recalled the things he had said yesterday when he was acting out in the ward and suddenly understood. "Don't talk nonsense, Ye Hai was helping me—"
He pinched her face. "This mouth better not utter the names of other men in front of me."
"You're being unreasonable!"
Song Xi felt utterly unable to communicate with him. She made a move to get up. "Let go, I need to shower!"
Lou Yuming's face remained stern, but he eventually released his grip.
Song Xi quickly cleaned herself up. When she emerged, she found Lou Yuming sitting on the sofa, a cigarette held between his slender fingers.
He was still wearing the stained bathrobe loosely, exuding an aura of both sexiness and abstinence.
Song Xi ignored him and hopped onto the bed, starting to dry her hair.
Midway through, her phone was suddenly tossed from above.
Startled, Song Xi looked down. It was her phone!
"You were snooping through my phone!?"
She was a little angry. "That's an invasion of privacy!"
Lou Yuming let out a scoff, radiating a dangerous aura, completely unlike his earlier demeanor.
"Didn't I tell you to remember your place?"
Song Xi weakly protested, "I'm not close to him!"
"If you're not close, why was he caring about you late at night and calling you?"
He crushed out the cigarette and walked over, his eyes chilling. "It seems I've been too indulgent with you."
As he spoke, he began to unfasten his bathrobe.
Song Xi flinched back. "No! I'm still injured!"
Lou Yuming let out a cold laugh and grabbed her other ankle, pulling. "Do these two things have anything to do with each other?"