The thoughts flashed through his mind, and An Jingxing quickly laughed to himself.
How is it possible, because this man has the same surname as that man, and he always likes to have random thoughts. Yes, there is no way they are the same person, absolutely.
"You dare to resist the other party even if he has a gun. How brave are you, a woman?"
This was the first time she heard the man speak in such a tone, with anger and blame in his tone, as if she was the one who was close to his heart, worried and scared.
But how could it be possible for a man as aloof as him? The smile at the corner of her mouth deepened, and she tried to look a little careless and said something casually.
"Mr. Tang, you are used to living alone. What should you do if you don't save yourself? Anyway, I am lucky and will not die that easily. I will pay you back every penny of your debt. However, Mr. Tang always uses
If you talk to me in this tone, be careful that I will misunderstand whether you are in love with me."
Hearing what An Jingxing said, the other party did not answer immediately. An Jingxing secretly told himself in his heart not to have illusions about such a man. Once he had hope, the pain of disappointment would be several times greater than before.
She couldn't bear it, and she didn't want to bear it.
"What if I said yes."
An Jingxing wondered if he had heard wrongly and stared blankly at Tang Qianrong who was standing beside the bed. Because of her awkward posture, she just wanted to turn sideways when she felt a pain like a tear in her back.
For a moment, he couldn't help but groan.
Hearing her cries of pain, Tang Qianrong sat down on the edge of the bed. The oversized Simmons mattress sank slightly toward where he was sitting, and she saw him lift the quilt with his hands.
The cold wind rushed in along the gap, and she was suddenly surprised. She was naked under the quilt...?
Shocked, An Jingxing instinctively wanted to grab the quilt and cover herself. However, before she could reach out her hand, Tang Qianrong grabbed her arm first.
He had just the right amount of strength to suppress her movements without hurting her.
Just when she was about to resist, she heard his deep and powerful voice coming from behind.
"Don't move if you don't want it to hurt more. The wound will open."
There was an irresistible momentum in this man's voice. An Jingxing somehow forgot to resist and calmed down, as if he saw that she no longer struggled.
He released the hand that was holding her, and the quilt was lifted. She felt a chill on her back. After a while, Tang Qianrong removed the gauze on her wound, and she felt a numbing pain.
The next moment, she felt a warm fingertip gently caressing her back. If it weren't for the pain of alcohol wiping the wound that stimulated her adrenaline, she would have almost thought that his gentle and slow touch was nothing.
Flirting with her...
The pain and caress blended together, and the pain in the wound inexplicably slowed down a bit.
"The bullet hit the bone gap below the shoulder blade and penetrated the heart a little further. You can't touch the water for the next few days. You can recover and then return to Los Angeles."
The man's words were still in his usual tone, calm but unquestionable. The familiar gesture even made her wonder, was what he said just now her imagination?
An Jingxing naturally didn't dare to ask, but after a while, Tang Qianrong's voice rang out again.
"An Jingxing, are you pretending to be stupid now, or pretending not to hear what I said?"
