She remembered when Zhou Dachun had come to her house to collect debts, amidst the chaos, her own arm had been slashed, spilling a lot of dark purple blood. Later, Yixuan helped stitch her wound, and accidentally poisoned himself with her blood when he bit off the suture. After that, she was busy taking care of Yixuan and hadn’t had time to tend to herself... She gradually fell asleep due to exhaustion, and when she woke up, she found herself at Liang Shujun’s place.
"Is Yixuan alright? Has he woken up? Does his body feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Shujun’s face fell in dejection, "Does Baobao not care about me? You just sent me flying a moment ago, and it really hurts here."
He truly was a bewitching creature, with delicate and enchanting manners, exuding a seductive charm, especially now as he deliberately posed like a dolorous beauty, somewhat exaggerated, but also amusing.
She was stunned for a moment, then adorably asked, "Are you okay then? Why don’t you extend your hand, let me take your pulse, and have a look at you?"
She was serious, but Shujun paused, and blithely said, "There’s no need for that, after all, our Baobao is not a ’Doctor’."
Dong Huiying thought to herself, I am actually a ’Doctor,’ but what can I do if you don’t believe me?
She shrugged her shoulders slightly.
Shujun gazed at her, his frivolous eyes holding a touch of earnestness and contemplation.
She had changed a great deal.
From the cruelty and brutality of the past, she now had a tamed and gentle demeanor, like a tranquil lake in autumn, serene and peaceful, yet also harboring a bit of sly playfulness. With this temperament as a backdrop, even her unattractive little face seemed to have become much softer?
Perhaps he was afflicted with hysteria.
To perceive ’softness’ from this cruel and vicious monstrosity?
Heh, it must have been his illusion.
A knock on the door sounded, and Yixuan’s voice came from outside.
The young girl showed a look of delight.
"Is Yixuan here too?"
Shujun’s brows frowned slightly, this person, she seemed to really like Yixuan?
At that moment, Yue Ning had already opened the door, and Yixuan followed, dragging his heavy right leg slowly into the room.
His eyes were dark, and he exchanged glances with Third Brother.
A rare expression crossed Shujun’s face, as the normally frivolous and handsome man put on a look of reluctance and compassion.
He sighed silently afterward, "Let’s go."
With a look of holding back words, Shujun pulled Yue Ning along. He turned to glance back at his younger brother, but in the end, he could only sigh again.
He seemed to guess what Yixuan was planning to do next, but he did not stop him.
"Third Brother?" Yue Ning was bewildered, unwilling to leave, so he halted in his tracks, foolishly standing still inside the room.
Shujun’s face turned cold, "Go!"
Afterward, regardless of whether Yue Ning was willing or not, he forcefully dragged him away.
After leaving the room and closing the door with a grim expression, his handsome face had already been shrouded in a shade of gloom.