Returning to the rented room in town, as soon as the door closed, Dong Huiying urged Liang Shujun to quickly take off his clothes.
Shujun felt somewhat uncomfortable and quite helpless.
"I’m really fine, although I did bleed a little, it’s just a minor injury."
Dong Huiying paused, her gaze lingering on the cut on his face, and then she had a strange premonition.
She asked with some uncertainty, "You’re not feeling shy, are you?"
Dong Huiying knew she had guessed correctly.
She pressed her temples, feeling a mix of bemusement and exasperation.
"I mean, is it really necessary?"
She had seen his body before.
Shujun was also embarrassed. It wasn’t that she hadn’t seen his body before—when he fiercely fought with a bear on the mountain, he was badly injured, and she first stitched him up, then personally helped him change his dressings. During that time, to assess the healing of his wounds, she had even unwrapped the bandages several times.
But still, he felt incredibly embarrassed.
Dong Huiying urged him a couple more times. She was a "Doctor" after all, and now that she was staying with the Liang family, if she hadn’t known, it would have been different, but knowing, she couldn’t just ignore the situation.
After much hesitation, finally, under Dong Huiying’s watchful eye, Shujun, with his back turned to her, reluctantly removed his top.
His back was covered with numerous crisscrossing scars, all of which Dong Huiying had seen before, and each scar was a testament to the sins of the Original Master Dong Dabao.
The man’s body was riddled with old wounds, and now, atop those old scars, there were several new cuts.
The cuts were wrapped in blood-soaked bandages.
Dong Huiying moved behind Shujun and unwrapped the bandages.
Feeling her soft fingertips, slightly cool to the touch, Shujun tensed up, his head bowed in silence. But his handsome fair face turned the color of a cooked shrimp, red and hot...
Dong Huiying examined his wound. "Indeed, the injury isn’t deep, but your skin is thin and prone to scarring."
When Dong Huiying withdrew her hands, Shujun almost imperceptibly sighed with relief.
"See, I’m fine, aren’t I? I told you before, it’s just a minor injury. But you insisted on checking..." As he spoke, an idea flashed.
He turned toward her, his gaze intense as he stared straight at her.
Dong Huiying felt a bit creeped out by his stare and couldn’t help but ask, "What’s wrong?"
Suddenly, Shujun curved his lips into a smile, the previous shyness and awkwardness seeming like an act. He abruptly closed in on Dong Huiying, who, startled, quickly stepped back.
"What are you doing?" she frowned.
Shujun looked down at the delicate young girl before him, trapping her between himself and the wall with his hand on the wall.
"Baobao, you’re worried about me, right? To worry means to care. Am I very special, very different in your heart?"
Dong Huiying was speechless: "Are you feverish?" She made a gesture to reach out and touch his forehead.
But he suddenly grasped her hand, pressing her palm against his chest.
Feeling the strong heartbeat from his chest, Dong Huiying suddenly became flustered.
She tugged at her hand, but he held on too tightly. The pull was unsuccessful.
Dong Huiying grew annoyed and pulled again, only to hear a ’crack’ and then saw the beautiful and enchanting man before her biting his lip and groaning in pain.