Because Luo Xiaoqian kept her body straight and didn't react at all, her small movement seemed particularly obvious.
Feeling the strange movement of Luo Xiaoqian's body in his arms, Leng Zimo suddenly came back to his senses.
Lifting his face from her neck and looking at Luo Xiaoqian in front of him, Leng Zimo's eyebrows suddenly tightened.
"Does it hurt you?"
Damn it, how could he do this to her at this time!
Leng Zimo, you deserve to die!
Didn't you want to comfort her? Why did you end up like this, you idiot!
Luo Xiaoqian turned her face sideways and said nothing.
Taking a gentle breath and suppressing the frantic emotions in his body, Leng Zimo carefully lifted her up, walked up the stairs step by step, and placed her on the pillow.
Luo Xiaoqian just thought he wanted to continue upstairs, turned her face to the other side, closed her eyes, and looked like she was letting him do whatever he wanted.
The way she looked just made him more annoyed and distressed.
Sighing in his heart, Leng Zimo turned around and walked into the bathroom.
After closing the door, he turned on the faucet and washed his face several times with cold water. He raised his face to look at himself in the mirror, but all he saw was her face and her jade-like body under the moonlight...
With a low curse, he stood directly under the shower head and turned on the cold water switch.
The cold water poured down and soon drenched him.
Leng Zimo has always liked being clean, so when Luo Xiaoqian heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, she just thought he was taking a shower.
Putting her injured hand somewhere hard to reach, she closed her eyes and waited.
However, even after waiting and waiting, Leng Zimo did not arrive. Instead, she could not hold on. She was exhausted from blood loss, tired, and nervous... All kinds of emotions were added together. Now that she was lying on a warm and soft bed, she felt tired easily.
.
Unknowingly, Luo Xiaoqian fell asleep.
After a long time, Leng Zimo walked out of the bathroom, looked at Luo Xiaoqian on the pillow through the moonlight from the window, and noticed her injured hand on the side of the pillow, and he frowned again.
He turned around and went downstairs, took the towel and bandage, wrapped her wrist with the towel, and tied her hand bowl to the bedpost with the bandage to make sure that it would not accidentally touch it and would not affect her sleep.
Then he walked to the closet, took out a set of casual clothes and changed into them.
Glancing at Luo Xiaoqian who was sleeping peacefully on the pillow, Leng Zimo turned around and walked out, gently closed the door, walked downstairs, and then dialed Shen Yizhou's cell phone.
Shen Yizhou yawned on the other end of the phone, "Don't worry, I promise, it will be just a scar at most, and it will definitely not affect her playing the piano!"
Leng Zimo breathed a sigh of relief, but still asked again, "Are you sure?"
"Please, I am a doctoral student in surgery at Harvard Medical School, a medical genius with a full scholarship. How dare you question my little suture skills?" Shen Yizhou's tone turned formal, "But, in order to ensure that there is nothing wrong with it,
One, you have to remember not to let her wounds get wet, and pay attention to nutrition in the past few days. This girl is already in poor health, but she still has so much blood left, so she must replenish her blood. By the way, consider it.
Depending on her physical condition, please refrain from strenuous exercise in the past few days. You know what I mean..."
Before he could finish speaking, Leng Zimo hung up the phone neatly and dialed Aileen's number again, "Get the fingerprint report from the company early tomorrow morning!"
After changing his clothes, he grabbed the car keys, walked out of the car and went straight to the studio.
He couldn't just let this matter go, he had to find out what was going on.
Arriving at the parking lot, Leng Zimo drove into the car and quickly left World City.
