"Yes." Feng Rao nodded and followed behind Nangong Jin.
Li Hui and Nangong Ran had already returned ho, and Li Hui excitedly told Nangong Tiancheng how beautiful the teor shower had been, and how perfectly matched Di Jinxuan and Nangong Jin were.
Nangong Tiancheng pursed his lips discontentedly, "Then you shouldn’t have left behind."
Li Hui laughed heartily, "What’s a big man like you doing at such an event? We agreed no husbands allowed!"
Nangong Tiancheng raised an eyebrow, suddenly in a good mood, "Well, missing that brat making a fool of himself isn’t so bad, saves the headache."
Li Hui couldn’t help but cover her face.
At that mont, Nangong Jin and Feng Rao walked in, greeting everyone naturally.
"Dad, Mom."
"Master Cheng, Madam Hui." Feng Rao was extrely respectful.
"Feng Rao’s here?" Li Hui raised an eyebrow.
"Yes." Feng Rao nodded politely, "Sorry to disturb you."
After the pleasantries, Nangong Jin yawned lazily, "Alright, Feng Rao, co with to my room."
As soon as Nangong Ran heard this, his eyes widened, and he urgently blurted out, "Big Brother, rember, you’re supposed to get married soon."
Nangong Jin rolled his eyes, unconcerned.
Because he had never seen Feng Rao as a woman!
Nangong Ran was just mouthing off; they never really saw Feng Rao as a woman either.
Little did they know that Feng Rao had now grown into a mature woman.
Hearing Nangong Ran’s comnt, Feng Rao’s face filled with surprise, but she quickly lowered her head without a word.
Upon entering the room, Nangong Jin naturally took off his shirt, saying, "The dicine box is over by the bookshelf."
"Understood." Feng Rao nodded, retrieving the dicine box.
Nangong Jin sat on the sofa, wincing as he unwrapped the bandage, instructing her, "Co and check how torn it is, if it’s deep, it’ll need stitching."
His gunshot wound was on his back, out of his own sight, with one on his waist and another on his back.
"Understood, I know." Feng Rao nodded, knelt on the floor rummaging through the dicine box, and said quietly, "Master, please lie down on the bed."
"Mm." Nangong Jin humd softly and stood up, dropping the bandage and lying down on the bed.
Feng Rao carefully took a pair of scissors, cutting open the dressing on the waist first. Generally speaking, if the wound were torn, it’d most likely be at the waist.
Because the waist was often where most of the strain occurred.
Cutting it open, she saw that the wound, originally well-stitched, was indeed slightly torn, with blood seeping out.
Fortunately, it wasn’t too bad.
"It is a bit torn, but it doesn’t need restitching," Feng Rao whispered. "Just stop the bleeding and redress it."
"Then go ahead." Nangong Jin answered languidly.
"Yes." Feng Rao’s face turned red, but she didn’t dare to get distracted, focusing on treating his wound.
However, as she was tending to his wound, she couldn’t stop gazing at his bare back.
His back wasn’t exactly perfect – not because of his physique, but due to the scars of various sizes.
Many had healed completely, leaving only faint traces, which added a wildness to his appearance, though she felt more pity than admiration.
The arrogant yet captivating dragon tattoo covered nearly half of his back, also concealing so of the scars.
Nangong Jin’s sleek, defined waistline made Feng Rao’s face grow even redder.
Nangong Jin was genuinely handso, as if favored by the heavens. Every part of his body could be considered peak perfection.
It was a kind of sexiness that made one’s blood rush just by looking at him.
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