She tidied up her clothes and walked down immediately. When she walked down the stairs, her body shook for a while, feeling dizzy and almost fell off the stairs.
She supported her body and opened the door.
In the bright light and shadow outside the door, there was a handsome man standing, and his outline exuded a towering spirit in the faint halo.
She stood there in surprise, how did he know that she lives here?
Ling Ang's face was very calm and he spoke lightly: "You pulled down jewelry in the locker room when you changed your clothes last night."
He stretched out his slender hand and handed her the jewelry.
She smiled slightly and reached out to take it, "Thank you."
Ling Ang looked at her hand that stretched out, and her black eyes suddenly shrank, and she quickly flashed over her forbearance.
He grabbed her hand and spoke urgently: "What's wrong with your hand?"
Wang Aoshuang immediately wanted to retract her hand, but Ling Ang grabbed her wrist tightly.
This is the Lan family. If Lan Yuchi accidentally comes back, she will be unable to wash it.
She could only push his hand away with her other hand.
Ling Ang grabbed her other hand again, twitched her lips, and asked in surprise: "How come your hand is so hot?"
"Nothing, I accidentally got scalded by boiling water."
There was an unconcealed pain on Ling Ang's face, and he pulled her up and left, "Go to the hospital."
"No, I'll go by myself." Wang Aoshuang wanted to break free from his hand. She didn't want to have too much interaction with this man she had only met once, so as not to arouse Lan Yuchi's anger.
While struggling, her body suddenly rose into the air, and Ling Ang actually hugged her horizontally.
Her face changed drastically. The man actually picked her up like this without any hesitation. They only met for the second time.
"Mr. Ling, please let me down." She begged hurriedly.
But Ling Ang ignored her and strode towards the car.
She broke free, but after moving a few times, she suddenly felt dizzy and lost consciousness in front of her.
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The cold room of the hospital was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant.
Wang Aoshuang slowly opened her eyes.
A handsome face immediately appeared in front of him. Although there was no expression on his face, the light outside the window shot on his three-dimensional face, revealing a hint of tenderness.
"You're awake." He leaned over, helped her upper body up, and placed a pillow on her back.
He was very close to her, and a faint oriental flavor emanated from him, with a panic-inspiring hallucination.
"How do you feel now? Does the wound hurt so much?" He calmly and gentle.
She glanced at her hands wrapped in gauze and showed her face slightly, "It's much better."
"The doctor said that you fainted from weakness because you were overworked and had not eaten for a long time." Ling Ang's tone was filled with a strong reproach.
Wang Aoshuang lowered her head, not wanting to reveal her discomfort.
Since the day of engagement, she has basically not eaten well except for the food he invited her to eat last night.
Ling Ang took the thermos and poured some soup into the bowl, "Your stomach must be uncomfortable again after not eating for so long. This is Amomum mutton soup, which nourishes the stomach and replenishes deficiency. Drink more."
He spooned a tablespoon and put it to her mouth.
She was embarrassed to dodge and reached out, "I'll just do it myself."
He gently avoided her hands, "You have both hands injured, how can you eat them?"