Because Luo Xiaoqian had been holding her body up with no reaction at all, this tiny movent of hers beca exceptionally noticeable.
Feeling the unusual movent of Luo Xiaoqian’s body in his arms, Leng Zimo suddenly ca back to his senses.
Lifting his face from her neck, he looked at Luo Xiaoqian in front of him, and Leng Zimo’s brows tightened instantly.
"Did I hurt you?"
Damn it, how could he do such a thing to her at this ti!
Leng Zimo, you really deserve to die!
Weren’t you trying to comfort her? How did it turn out like this, you idiot!
Luo Xiaoqian turned her face away, silent.
Taking a deep breath, suppressing the restless emotions within him, Leng Zimo carefully picked her up horizontally and took her upstairs step by step, placing her on the pillow.
Luo Xiaoqian thought he wanted to continue upstairs, so she turned her face to the other side, closed her eyes, and assud an attitude of letting him do as he pleased.
Her behavior only made him even more frustrated and heartbroken.
Sighing to himself, Leng Zimo turned and walked into the bathroom.
Closing the door, he directly turned on the faucet, scooped up cold water, and washed his face several tis. He looked up at his reflection in the mirror, but all he saw was her face, her body as lustrous as jade under the moonlight...
He cursed lowly, then stood directly under the showerhead and turned on the cold water.
The cold water cascaded down, soaking him through very quickly.
Leng Zimo had always liked cleanliness. Hearing the sound of running water in the bathroom, Luo Xiaoqian assud he was taking a shower.
She positioned her injured hand where it was unlikely to get bumped and closed her eyes, waiting.
However, no matter how long she waited, Leng Zimo did not co, and she herself could not hold up any longer—the loss of blood, exhaustion, tension... a combination of emotions, now lying in the warm and soft bed, sleepiness rose easily.
Unconsciously, Luo Xiaoqian fell asleep.
After a long ti, Leng Zimo finally ca out of the bathroom. By the moonlight streaming in through the window, he glanced at Luo Xiaoqian on the pillow and noticed her hand by the pillow, injured. He frowned again.
Turning around, he went downstairs, fetched a towel and a bandage, wrapped her wrist with the towel, and secured her hand to the bedpost with the bandage, making sure she wouldn’t accidentally bump it and it wouldn’t disturb her sleep. Only then did he go to the wardrobe, 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 and left the room, gently closing the door behind him, walked downstairs, and finally dialed Shen Yizhou’s phone.
Shen Yizhou yawned on the other end of the line, "Relax, I guarantee, at worst there will be a scar, but it definitely won’t affect her playing the piano!"
Leng Zimo sighed with slight relief but still asked again, "Are you sure?"
"Please, I am a surgical Ph.D. student at Harvard dical School with a full scholarship, a dical genius, and you dare to doubt my stitching skills?" Shen Yizhou’s tone turned serious, "However, to ensure there are no ifs, and to rember, make sure her wound doesn’t co into contact with water. Pay attention to nutrition in the next few days. This girl is already weak from losing so much blood; she really needs to replenish. Also, considering her physical condition, don’t engage in vigorous activities for the next few days—you know what I an..."
Without waiting for him to finish, Leng Zimo hung up crisply and dialed Ailin’s number, "Fingerprint report, first thing Tomorrow at the office!"
After changing clothes, he grabbed his car keys, walked out the door, and headed straight for the studio.
This matter couldn’t just be left unresolved; he had to find out exactly what had happened.
Arriving at the parking lot, Leng Zimo got into the car and quickly left World City.
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