Chapter 612: Chapter 612: You Brought the Pain Upon Yourself
The injured finger was enveloped by his warm thin lips, as if an electric current passed through.
The next second, she was hoisted sideways into his arms and carried toward the bedroom.
The man with a dark face carried her into the bedroom, kicked the room door shut with his foot, and then roughly placed her on the bed. With his face tense, and without speaking, he fetched a family medical kit from the cabinet and kneeled on one knee before her. He pulled over her injured hand and laid it on his leg.
“I can do it myself.”
Chi Enen’s hand had just flinched when her wrist was firmly caught by Li Beijue, whose eyebrows were knotted tightly. He looked at the small cut on her fingertip as though it were a life-threatening wound; his eyebrows nearly tangled into a knot. He quickly raised his head and scolded her, “Don’t move!”
Chi Enen was held tightly by him, unable to move.
She had no choice but to let him tend to her wound.
She had been absent-minded a moment before, and the fruit knife had accidentally cut her finger, but the wound was not deep. Li Beijue applied pressure with a cotton swab for a while, and the bleeding stopped.
He seemed extremely agitated by the blood on the cotton swab, tossing it into the trash can. Then he took out a bottle of red potion from the medical kit, “For disinfection, it’s going to hurt a lot.”
The next phrase was, “The pain is self-inflicted.”
As harsh as his words were, when he applied the red potion, he didn’t pour the alcohol directly on Chi Enen’s wound like he was applying disinfectant alcohol last time. Instead, he took another cotton swab from the box, dipped it in the potion, and gently applied it to her wound.
He probably had never been so gentle in treating someone’s injuries before, as his movements were so stiff that he accidentally jabbed her wound with the cotton swab several times.
Chi Enen sucked in breath with a hiss because of the pain.
Each hiss made Li Beijue’s actions stiffer.
It got to the point where the veins on his forehead bulged, and from the look of silent endurance on his face, Chi Enen felt like any moment he would suddenly stand up, throw everything away, and quit.
But despite the irritability written all over his face, he still kneeled in front of her on one knee, firmly holding her wrist and patiently treated the little cut on her thumb with his head down.
Chi Enen, watching his sharply defined profile, understood why Lin Nai, Sheng Aiyi, and others were attracted to Li Beijue. Honestly, a man like Li Beijue could catch the eye of any woman who wasn’t blind. Not to mention his temperament; even if he became a worthless beggar, he could still reach the pinnacle of life with his face and charm alone.
This kind of man was the sort that a woman would rather work harder, earn more money, and keep him at home, just to gaze at his extremely handsome face a little more during meals and feel like she could eat more.
Beyond that, Li Beijue was not a worthless beggar at all – he boasted a dazzling identity and a proud family background.
Being liked by such a man, it was truly hard to imagine ever parting ways one day.
Chi Enen involuntarily recalled that phone call and the scene she witnessed at the hotel doorway, feeling a dull pressure in her chest, somewhat suffocating.
She opened her mouth, intending to speak.
The man who had just finished treating her wound and applying a Band-Aid suddenly raised his head, and his sharp falcon-like eyes caught her stealing a glance—