Give him a bath? Xue Luo pursed her red lips. She didn't agree nor refuse. She just stayed at the same spot and didn't have any intention of going upstairs to give Feng Xinglang a bath.
After all, she was his sister-in-law! What kind of sister-in-law would give her brother-in-law a bath?
Seeing Xue Luo staying at the same spot, Aunt An anxiously reminded her, "Madam, quickly go upstairs and treat Second Young Master's wound! Second Young Master lost so much blood, it must be very painful. "
Perhaps Xue Luo was worried about her man's injury. After all, Feng Xinglang was injured because of Feng Yiming's knife attack. But because of their awkward status, Xue Luo couldn't go upstairs.
"I'll go find Housekeeper Mo." Xue Luo quickly ran downstairs to the study room. Just now, when she and Housekeeper Mo sent away the two burn specialists, she heard Housekeeper Mo say that he was going to the study room to calculate Doctor Jin's remuneration.
Housekeeper Mo was indeed in the study room.
"Housekeeper Mo, Xinglang's shoulder is bleeding again. Quickly go upstairs and bandage it. Also, give him a bath. "
When Xue Luo said the first part, Housekeeper Mo was worried about Feng Xinglang's safety. He had already closed the account book and stood up. But when he heard Xue Luo say 'give Feng Xinglang a bath', Housekeeper Mo sat down again.
Wasn't a bath what she, as a wife, should do? At first, Housekeeper Mo was quite agreeable to Feng Xinglang using Feng Lixin's name to seek a wife. At least this was a shortcut. He could distinguish the woman's intention of marrying into the Feng family.
But when Housekeeper Mo felt that Xue Luo was a kind and gentle lady, he began to sympathize with Xue Luo's experience. The days of not being liked by Second Young Master, this kind and tenacious lady was really hard on her!
"Madam, I'm not done here. You should go upstairs and give Second Young Master a bath and treat his wound. It's not good if the wound gets infected. "Housekeeper Mo opened the account book again and seriously calculated the string of numbers.
"…" Xue Luo was really stunned. Housekeeper Mo was usually so concerned about Young Master Feng's safety. What's wrong with him today?
"Housekeeper Mo, go and help Feng Xinglang treat his wound first. It won't be too late to go downstairs and settle the score! "Actually Xue Luo wanted to add another sentence: Are these accounts more important than Feng Xinglang's injury?
"Madam, I'm getting old and my eyesight is bad. It's better if you go and treat Second Young Master's wounds. Quickly go, don't let Second Young Master wait for too long. "Housekeeper Mo actually began to urge Xue Luo.
Since she was unable to invite Housekeeper Mo, Xue Luo could only look for Aunt An. However, she didn't expect Aunt An to say that she was busy preparing the medicinal cuisine for Feng Lixin tomorrow.
He was clearly forcing Lin Xue Luo to go upstairs and serve that arrogant and rude fellow who disrespected his sister-in-law!
Thinking that Feng Xinglang was injured because of her, Xue Luo gritted her teeth and finally braced herself to go upstairs.
As expected, Feng Xinglang really occupied her wedding room! Why didn't this man have the slightest idea that men and women should not touch each other? He could enter Big Brother and Sister-in-law's room whenever he wanted, without the slightest bit of embarrassment.
Xue Luo was really convinced by this man who had no concept of 'etiquette'!
The man on the sofa had already taken off his blood-stained shirt and was drinking by himself with his bare upper body.
In the sparkling and translucent crystal cup, there was a little bit of red wine, like the mouth of a greedy vampire. Not sure if it wanted to swallow the loneliness and sorrow in the man's heart, or was it trying to convey an even more bitter and desolate feeling to the drinker?
That's why there's a saying in this world: Drowning one's sorrows with wine makes one feel even more sorrowful!
"Why? Is it so difficult to ask you to come upstairs and give me a bath?" Raising his head, Feng Xinglang drank the red wine in one gulp.
She didn't know why, but when Xue Luo saw this man in front of her who was wrapped in deep depression and unable to save himself, she didn't have any complaints, nor did she want to criticize or argue. Instead, she quietly walked to Feng Xinglang's side and began to examine the wound on his left shoulder.
The plaster on the wound had already been torn off by him. Bright red blood stained half of his left shoulder. Xue Luo couldn't help but shiver: She really couldn't imagine how much pain this man felt when he tore off the plaster! Does this man's body not feel pain?
"Xue Luo, accompany me for a drink!" Feng Xinglang's strong arm hooked and Xue Luo half rolled into his embrace.
Xue Luo used both hands to push against his sturdy chest and softly reprimanded: "Feng Xinglang, stop fooling around! Your wound is still bleeding! "
"It's nothing! This kind of small injury won't kill me! "Feng Xinglang buried his head between Xue Luo's soft and soft chest. He was very quiet. He didn't make any excessive movements, only quietly relieving the sorrow and sorrow that he had suppressed for many months.
Xue Luo didn't move, she also didn't dare to move. She was afraid that her careless little movements would stimulate the wild side of this man. Furthermore, she also couldn't bear to push him away …
Feng Xinglang's strong arm hugged her waist even tighter. It was so tight that his face and her chest were almost touching.
Xue Luo suddenly felt that at this moment, Feng Xinglang was as docile as an obedient and well-behaved child. It was just that the man's sturdy physique and the strength that was hugging her waist, almost making it hard for her to breathe, reminded her that the man who was hugging her was a dangerous adult man.
After being quiet for half a minute, the man in her embrace moved: He was arching his chest irregularly. It seemed like he was seeking more comfort, or … was he taking liberties with her?
Was this considered a man's high technique of taking liberties? Xue Luo didn't want to think about it in a bad way. But … but a woman's most sensitive place was being arched by an adult man's face and lips, it was hard for her not to have any bad thoughts!
"Feng Xinglang, don't be like this … let me help you deal with your wound first, it's still bleeding." Xue Luo pushed away the man who was occupying her soft chest, instantly blushing her whole face. Her face was flushed red, as if she was being comforted.
Xue Luo's movements were especially careful, afraid that she would hurt the man's wound a second time. She had learned from Doctor Xiao Xing once, so her movements were considered skilled. Xue Luo took out a new plaster from the first aid kit and stuck it on Feng Xinglang's wound.
"I've pasted it for you, but you have to make it smaller! Your hair and skin were given to you by your parents, can't you cherish them a little more? "Xue Luo couldn't help but grumble at the man. Because she could see that the wound had burst open because he had used too much force when he was outside.
Feng Xinglang stared deeply at Xue Luo who was treating his wound and his throat tightened. Her eyes were tinged with an indescribable charm.
Xue Luo inadvertently met the man's gaze, and her heart immediately beat faster as if a few deer had been thrown into it. She quickly turned her head away.
He muttered unnaturally, "I'll go get you a basin of warm water."
Xue Luo almost escaped into the washroom. She covered her chest with her hands, trying to calm her messy mind. What was wrong with her? She had only glanced at that man and her mind was in such a mess? Could it be that she was really like what the man said when they first met: that she was in love with that man?
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