She was covered in blood, and the man’s face turned slightly pale as he struggled to contain his panic-stricken heartbeat, carefully holding her as if she were a fragile treasure.
"Xinlan?" he called her name softly, Lin Xinlan frowned slightly but did not wake up.
He couldn’t help but tighten his arms, a flash of anguish crossing his eyes.
Looking up, Qiao Yiyang’s gaze became frighteningly cold, and his voice was even chillier, "Take your punishment yourself, or get lost from my sight!"
Lu Xiaofan asked without changing his expression, "What exactly do you like about her? Anything she can do, I can do too."
Qiao Yiyang snorted coldly, "She is a woman, are you a woman?!"
Having said that, he carried Lin Xinlan away with large strides.
Lu Xiaofan pondered over his words.
She looked at her own curvaceous body, growing even more confused. Indeed, she was a woman.
Lin Xinlan felt pain all over her body, and in her dreams, she was in agony too.
Consciousness was heavy, utterly unable to shake off the darkness and wake up.
As she struggled, she heard someone calling her name.
"Xinlan, wake up. Open your eyes; stop sleeping."
"Xinlan, wake up quickly, how much longer are you going to sleep?"
"Didn’t they say she’s fine and would wake up soon? Why hasn’t she woken up yet?!"
"Mr. Qiao, please calm down. Miss Lin’s body is truly fine now. As for why she hasn’t awakened, perhaps she is very tired and hasn’t rested enough."
"She has been unconscious for two days now, and you call that not rested enough?! Find a way to wake her up immediately. If she doesn’t wake up soon, none of you will be able to stay in Rome!"
Lin Xinlan opened her eyes groggily, and someone exclaimed with excitement.
"Mr. Qiao, she’s awake, she’s woken up!"
A handsome face suddenly appeared in front of her, the man joyfully looking at her and asked with a smile, "Xinlan, do you feel any discomfort anywhere?"
Lin Xinlan frowned slightly, taking in her surroundings; it was her bedroom.
Had she been rescued by Qiao Yiyang?
Lu Xiaofan hadn’t killed her.
"Xinlan, it’s alright now, no one will hurt you again. I’m sorry for not protecting you well, I almost lost you," Qiao Yiyang said, holding her hand, his voice deep and solemn.
Lin Xinlan reeled back her thoughts and said indifferently, "I want to drink some water."
"Wait here for a moment." He immediately poured her a glass of warm water, carefully propping up her body and helping her drink.
"Are my injuries severe?" she asked after drinking.
"Not severe." Qiao Yiyang helped her lie back down and spoke gently, "The knife wound on your chest is the most serious, but it did not damage anything vital; you will recover completely with good rest. The whip marks on your body are also not a big problem, and as for the scars, don’t worry. I will find the best doctors to treat you, and there will be practically no scars left."
Lin Xinlan nodded slightly, not really caring about scars. It was good as long as her body was alright.
"I’m tired; I want to rest for a while," she said, closing her eyes faintly, indirectly giving the order for him to leave.
She did not want to face him; his concern was something she wasn’t accustomed to.
No matter what he did for her, she felt nothing.
Qiao Yiyang held her hand, smiling gently as he said, "Xinlan, don’t sleep. You’ve been asleep for two days; have you not had enough sleep?"
"But I want to rest," she insisted.
"Alright, you can rest while lying down, but don’t close your eyes. I’m already scared; I’m afraid that if you close your eyes again, you won’t wake up," he replied.