Translator: Atlas Studios
Editor: Atlas Studios
The f*ck… Huo Yanhui could not help but swear inside. “I was just taking a look at her wound!”
Su Zhixi could not bear the sight of this anymore. Hence, she gathered her hair and self-consciously lifted her chin up for Huo Yanhui to take a good look. “There are palm prints on both sides, but there is no abrasion or blood. I don’t see a huge problem, and it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
Huo Yanhui examined it a little and agreed with her judgment. “Mhm, you don’t need to worry. I’ll apply some medication for you and it should heal in a day or two. Do take note to not let it touch water before then.”
“Will it really not leave a scar?” The young master frowned. “Aren’t you doing a rather sloppy job?”
“Why did you call me if you don’t trust me?” Huo Yanhui harrumphed and picked out a tube of ointment from his box. “Apply this two times a day and the marks will be gone the day after.”
Just as Su Zhixi was about to reach for it, it was snatched away by the young master. “I’ll do it.”
She could only retract her hand.
Having finished his job, Dr. Huo crossed his arms and watched Young Master He’s performance with a look of intrigue. The two had grown up together, and he was very familiar with the latter’s sickness. He did not expect to ever see He Jingyao applying medication for a woman in his entire lifetime. A sight to behold it was.
He Jingyao had a solemn expression, as though this was something of crucial importance. On the other hand, Su Zhixi slowly calmed down when she felt the coolness on her cheeks.
No matter what this man’s motives are, he is unlikely to harm me… at least from his attitude, she thought.
“Hey, hey. Enough, enough.” Seeing He Jingyao apply layer after layer, Huo Yanhui felt his eyes burning. “Are you planning to finish the whole tube in one sitting?”
He Jingyao ignored him though, but turned to ask Su Zhixi, “Is it enough?”
She hurriedly nodded.
He stopped only then. “You must be hungry. I’ve asked them to prepare you some food.”
Mustering up her courage, Su Zhixi made a request. “I… May I take a shower first?”
She had not found the time to tidy up her appearance ever since she had been chased out of his room this morning. She felt uncomfortable on every inch of her body right now.
He Jingyao’s gaze deepened as his lips curled up. “Of course you can.”
He moved to lift her up.
“No… No need. I’ll go by myself!” She was frightened. “I can do it… I won’t touch the wound on my face.”
Huo Yanhui jeered, “I say, Young Master He. I can understand your fluster, but can you not be this much in a hurry? Look how scared the lady is of you!”
“Shut up!” Annoyed, He Jingyao lifted Su Zhixi up and barked at him, “You can scram out of my house now!”
He then carried Su Zhixi up to the bathroom on the second floor.
Su Zhixi was afraid that he truly wanted to help her wash up and begged pitifully, “Young Master He, let me do it myself.”
He Jingyao felt his throat tighten as he gulped. His hot gaze traveled down from her chest to her slender, long legs… Forget it. There are many more chances in the future.
“Okay, then. Call me if you need anything. I’ll be right outside.” He smiled lightly and left the bathroom.
Su Zhixi then let out a breath of relief.
She filled the bathtub with water and lay down in it. The soreness of her body was instantly relieved… She found the situation very unreal when she thought of how the person she had rolled in bed with last night was the famous Young Master He.
Since Su Lianxi had plotted this scheme, the person she found could not have been anyone decent. Some mistake must have happened for her to have ended up in He Jingyao’s bed instead.
Should I be feeling fortunate that the man last night was Young Master He and not anyone else?
She let out a bitter chuckle.
When she was done with her bath, she realized that the man had already prepared a set of clothes for her. It was conservative, yet elegant. After changing into it and opening the door, she found He Jingyao standing right outside. He was clearly waiting for her.
He leaned against the railings of the second floor. His laid-back manner was slightly sexy, yet his black shirt was scrupulously buttoned up to the topmost button. The smooth cut of his shirt displayed his tight muscles clearly.
There was an ascetic aura about him.