After treating his arm, Jing Xin softly asked, “Are there any other wounds? I’ll help you treat them too.”
Jiang Xiangyang hesitated for a moment, a struggle flashing in his eyes. Then he stood up and slowly removed his top, moving carefully due to his arm injury.
Jing Xin caught a glimpse of his muscular torso and blushed instantly, feeling ashamed of her reaction.
When she looked at him again, she trembled slightly, covering her mouth. Her breath caught in her throat. What kind of body was this? Besides the newly torn wound on his back, his upper body bore more than twenty wounds of various sizes. Some were faint scars, while others showed pink new flesh, densely intertwined, with no smooth, intact skin.
It was as if something heavy had crashed into her heart, causing a dull, intense pain.
She felt deep sorrow for the man before her, waves of sharp pain washing over her.
Jing Xin’s fingers traced the scars, imagining the pain they had caused him. The wounds seemed carved on her own body, a pain that penetrated her bones. This pain consumed her thoughts and feelings, mixing all sensations into pure agony, as if her heart was being slashed. Tears fell like unstrung pearls.
Her hand wrapped around his waist from behind, her face pressed against his back, as if to alleviate his pain. The woman’s warm skin pressed against his solid back, her tears moistening his skin.
Jiang Xiangyang’s body trembled. His Adam’s apple quivered violently. He quickly pried her fingers apart, turning around hastily. In a low, hoarse voice, he said, “Jing Xin, don’t provoke me! I hate women doing this.”
Then he quickly pushed her away.
Her hand suddenly empty, Jing Xin stared at him blankly. He told her not to provoke him! He said he hated her.
Yes, Tian Jing Xin, why did you provoke him?
In the dimly lit room, his eyes were sharp, making her afraid to look directly at him. He seemed to understand her turmoil.
Time flowed quietly as Jing Xin picked up the gauze and cotton again, treating the wounds on his back. She watched him dress, then grabbed the bag from the table and left his room, almost fleeing in panic.
