Just as she was thinking.
She wasn’t sure if it was because these emotions had stirred within her.
So much so that there was a sudden crack.
The glass in her hand shattered.
Glass fragnts fell all over the ground.
The ice water in the cup spilled on the floor, splashing all over her.
She looked down.
She bent over, just about to get a bag to wrap these fragnts.
Then, her hand was seized by soone.
Su Yan looked at the bottom of the designer handmade ancient robe hem, wetted by the water and stained with dirt.
Above her head, she heard a voice tinged with irritation.
"What are you doing?!"
Su Yan’s hand was lifted.
She looked up, eting the piercing dark eyes.
Shi Shu furrowed his brow and opened her palm.
Several tiny wounds were revealed before her eyes.
Caused by the glass fragnts.
He glanced at Su Yan.
"Does it hurt?"
His voice when saying this word lacked the anger from just a mont ago.
It was in a soft, coaxing tone.
For so reason.
Su Yan gazed into his eyes.
That careful deanor.
As if he were the one injured.
She shook her head.
"It doesn’t hurt."
How could Shi Shu listen?
He directly picked her up in his arms, hurriedly heading to the dressing room.
As he walked, he instructed.
"Qin Ru, go get the dicine box from the car."
Qin Ru, standing at a distance, hadn’t seen.
Thought Su Yan was in so danger and hurriedly replied.
"Yes"
With a quick response.
And rushed out.
Su Yan was carried back to the dressing room by him.
At the faucet beside them, he washed those tiny wounds.
She watched his serious expression.
Spoke up.
"It doesn’t hurt."
Shi Shu said nothing, using tissues to dry her hand.
Su Yan sat on the sofa, and quickly Qin Ru walked in with the dicine box.
"Sir, I brought the dicine box."
After speaking, Qin Ru placed the dicine box on the coffee table.
Then he glanced at Su Yan’s injured hand.
Perhaps due to the distance, Qin Ru took a good while to notice where exactly she was hurt.
Until he opened the dicine box, took out the purple dicine and gauze.
It was only upon closer inspection that he noticed the wounds on her hand.
There was one long cut, the rest were very small.
Probably caused by the instant the glass in her hand exploded.
Qin Ru glanced at the sink where the traces of blood had been washed away.
The wound, though not light, wasn’t serious either.
Disinfecting it should more or less resolve any issues.
Our comrade Shi Shu treated the wound as though Su Yan’s hand had broken, wrapping seven or eight circles of gauze around it.
Successfully wrapping the hand into a bundle.
Then, he stopped.
Su Yan moved her hand.
She glanced up.
"There’s no need to wrap it in gauze."
"There is."
Soone insisted.
And had the deanor suggesting if she dared to unwrap it, he’d surely wrap it back up again.
The injured hand was her right one.
She was quite inconvenient.
"I still have things to do."
Shi Shu’s temper was quite fierce.
Still have things to do?
"Until your hand’s better, you won’t do anything."
Shi Shu watched her as she kept her head down, continuously staring at the gauze.
He leaned over, his dark eyes carrying a hint of gloom.
"What were you just thinking about, that could make you crush the cup in your hand?"
Su Yan paused, not speaking.
Shi Shu’s head leaned closer, whispered by her ear.
"Little Guai, were you thinking of saying sothing I don’t want to hear?"
His head rested on Su Yan’s shoulder.
He embraced her.
"No matter what you want to tell , I can wait for you to be ready. However."
He paused, his dark eyes deep and profound.
He moved his lips but did not speak.
Finally, he closed his eyes.
Leaning lazily against her.
"Little Guai promised that she would treat well and wouldn’t let be sad. Right?"
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