coobybook Chapter 221 Don't Take It Off
Chapter 221 Don't Take It Off
Ling Sheng had a sour face, his thin eyelids drooping.
"Weren't they all planning to kick me out? Why are they still bothering me now?"
Song Nanxi couldn't resist pressing hard on his wound.
They successfully heard Ling Sheng groan in pain.
A drop of blood seeped out, which Song Nanxi wiped away.
"What are you guys thinking about all day? I really want to burn all of you love-obsessed people to death," Song Nanxi complained.
Ling Sheng's muscles twitched, and he pulled his clothes over his head to cover himself.
"Does our affection really disgust you so much?"
No, but it would be a burden for her.
“Let me put it this way,” Song Nanxi said, crossing her arms, “I can’t reciprocate your feelings in the same way, so I think it’s fine to just be a pure business partner.”
'Partners' in every sense of the word.
Ling Sheng didn't seem to have heard her; his thin lips were pressed tightly together, and he stared intently at her with his hawk-like eyes.
Song Nanxi shrugged. "Anyway, if you want to fight again next time, just don't involve me, and you'd better not let me see it."
She didn't want to be the referee, playing a game of choosing one of two options.
I'm so annoyed, get out of here.
Ling Sheng curled his lips, "You have no conscience."
He took a breath, his mood was far from good, because he had truly fallen for this heartless woman.
How could I not feel disappointed after hearing her words?
Xiaoliu bought the medicine and handed it in at the door.
Song Nanxi asked Ling Sheng to sit down and was about to treat his wounds when Ling Sheng stopped her.
"Just wear it. It will heal by the time you take it off."
Song Nanxi held up the cotton swab and said, "If it's healing, it's healing. Do we really have to wear this thing?"
She considers herself a pretty normal woman, without that kind of fantasies.
Although Ling Sheng looks quite good in it, his temperament is ascetic and serious, but his physique is very well-built, the contrast is amazing.
"If it heals, wouldn't all my suffering have been for nothing?"
Ling Sheng simply refused to pick it, and Song Nanxi couldn't do anything about it.
"Brother, you really know how to put up with anything," Song Nanxi teased him, but her movements were still relatively gentle as she cleaned his wound with iodine.
The stinging pain was bearable.
Ling Sheng lowered his eyes and gazed intently at the woman's exquisite and radiant face. Her eyelashes drooped slightly, fluttering like butterfly wings with her breath.
There's a gentle illusion about it.
"Huh? There are words too?"
Song Nanxi wiped it carefully, and just as she was about to withdraw her hand, she suddenly noticed that there seemed to be patterns on the metal ring.
She squinted, trying to get a closer look, but Ling Sheng suddenly reached out, grabbed her chin with his thumb and forefinger, and pushed her away.
"I'll do the rest myself. Give me the medicine, I'll apply it myself."
A fleeting look of embarrassment crossed the man's deep, serious face.
Since the two made things clear, Song Nanxi, who had almost never been rejected by Ling Sheng, raised her eyebrows and fixed her gaze on Ling Sheng's face.
A moment later, a thought popped into my head.
Song Nanxi asked, "Ling Sheng, is my name engraved on it?"
Ling Sheng took the used cotton swab from her hand, threw it into the trash can, drooped his eyelids, pulled up his shirt, and pretended not to hear Song Nanxi's words.
His silence seemed to silently confirm that Song Nanxi's guess was correct.
In an instant, Song Nanxi felt a mix of emotions.
"You haven't applied any medicine yet. If the iodine gets on your clothes, are you planning to tell everyone that you... injured your chest?"
Ling Sheng: "It doesn't matter."
Anyway, this woman is already planning to leave him.
She discovered everything he had done, which brought a look of embarrassment and restraint to the eyes of the usually proud man.