She was so shocked that she covered her mouth. How could a good person have so many injuries?
Emperor Yan, he is the president of the Yan family, the eldest son of the Yan family, the first noble family in S city. He has a distinguished status and great wealth. He should have grown up in a pampered environment. Why are there so many injuries on his body?
She bit her lower lip to hold back the heat that was about to burst out of her eyes. She tried to ask in a calm tone, "How come it doesn't hurt? You are a human being, not a machine."
"Are you distressed?" He turned his face sideways, his dark eyes like wolves staring closely at her pale face.
His face was equally pale, his lips were bloodless, and there was a light sweat on his forehead. She avoided his eyes, gently wiped his sweat with a towel, and then wrapped him in gauze.
Of course, An Xia didn't know that Ake deliberately didn't wrap it with gauze and let her see how heavy his wounds were.
Who is that madman Yan Shaodi? He was not given anesthesia during the entire process, which greatly affected his enjoyment of being a doctor. Well, it should be the enjoyment of torturing this pervert.
An Xia avoided his burning, dark eyes and concentrated on bandaging him with gauze, passing it around his shoulders layer by layer, wrapping it in several layers.
Her movement was very gentle, but it still hurt him.
Hearing him take a breath, she quickly said, "I'm sorry, I'll be gentler." No matter how gently she touched the wound, his blood still seeped out.
An Xia's face suddenly became transparent, and a thin layer of mist filled her pure and clear eyes. She was so stupid that she couldn't even do this little thing well.
Yan Shaodi reached out and gently wiped away the glitter around her eyes with his thumb, and said lightly, "It's just a little bleeding. The pain is just a small thing to me. You don't have to worry."
She turned her face, averted her eyes, and choked out, "I'm not worried about you. For a bastard like you, don't think that I will be grateful if you save me..."
"I never thought about asking for your gratitude." He said lightly, a cruel coldness flashed in his eyes, "But I don't allow anyone to hurt you. In this world, I am the only one who can hurt you."
There was a strange feeling in my heart.
If it were in the past, if he said such words, she would definitely be displeased or even disgusted.
But now, her heart was only sour and soft, like a green plum. When she bit into it, she was filled with sourness, but she was reluctant to spit it out.
There seems to be something catalyzing and growing in the air.
That was not an outcome she could accept.
She stood up suddenly and accidentally touched his wound. Yan Shaodi hissed and glared at her displeased, "An Xia, do you want to murder me?"
He quickly squatted down again and apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
That piece of white gauze, with the red flag waving at this time, affected her heart shockingly.
This time he stood up carefully and said, "I'll ask Sister Ju to bring hot water in to wipe your body."
"No, you come." Can a seriously injured person stop being so overbearing and annoying?
On normal days, An Xia would glare at him and then ignore him, but she was silent for a while and then said softly, "Wait for me for a while."
After a while, she came in with hot water and the towel was of extremely soft quality.
His body was stained with a lot of blood, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
At the same time that Yan Shaodi was shot, on the rooftop of a skyscraper in the distance, Yi Zinuo put the long-range AK gun in a black leather case, his handsome face full of anger.