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    “Qi Zhi Iu, you ……”

    Qi Zhi Iu’s voice was low, suppressing her hand on top of her head, those usually cold black eyes were deep at the moment, permeated with inviolable majesty, “Su Wanqing, remember, even if I’m an asshole, I’m the only, first man in your life!”

    Moreover, he was still present in her life in the most legitimate way!

    ……

    It was late in the night, and the sound of water in the bathroom quietly ceased, filling the air with a fresh aroma of bathing.

    “Ka-ching-“

    The door to the bathroom opened slowly, and Qi Zhiyu, dressed in a simple bath towel, casually wiped his short, wet hair.

    He paced to the couch with aplomb as the injury to his foot needed attention.

    Fingertips flicked his cell phone and gave a brief command, “Get the doctor over here.”

    The words fell out of his mouth and he then hung up, standing upright once more.

    On the bed, Su Wanqing’s hands were still tightly bound by her tie, lying on her side, immersed in dreamland.

    As he approached to free her from her bonds, he accidentally noticed the shocking bruises on her arms and couldn’t help but feel a flicker of intolerance in his heart.

    Gently incorporating her arm into the bedding, he reached out to smooth her messy hair in front of her forehead, and when his eyes touched the undried tear stains, his eyes darkened for a few moments, and unnamable emotions surged within him.

    The silence was broken by the vibration of his cell phone, “Buzz-” he answered the call and gave his orders succinctly.

    “Young Master Qi, the doctor is already waiting in the parlor.”

    “I know.”

    With those words, the call ended, and he donned his bathrobe and turned the bedside lamp to dim, his figure then disappearing out the door.

    The moment that door slowly closed, the closed eyes on the bed trembled slightly and slowly opened.

    She tugged at the bedding, wrapping herself tightly around her, burying her face into the pillow, leaving only suppressed whimpers to echo in the dark night.

    Inside the living room, the family doctor was carefully treating Qi Zhiyu’s wounds, “The wounds aren’t deep, but you still need to avoid contact with moisture.”

    Qi Zhi Iu had a cigarette roll between his fingertips, and between swallowing the clouds and puffing out the smoke, he seemed to turn a deaf ear to the doctor’s advice, which was a kind of transcendent indifference.

    “Where’s the ointment?”

    His eyes skimmed over the medical kit on the coffee table, with all kinds of bottles and jars organized inside.

    The family doctor pushed up his glasses, and out of the corner of his eye, he unconsciously fell on the teeth marks at the nape of his neck.

    “There are various types of ointments, which one do you need?”

    Qi Zhiyu moved with his eyes, his fingers unconsciously rubbing his neck, and a subtle pain made him suck in a breath of cold air.

    It was the mark that she had bitten down hard while he was embracing her and indulging in extreme pleasure.

    He did not notice the pain then, but now it is like fire and pain.

    This appearance of gentle woman, launched ruthless actually also so can not be underestimated!

    “All the ointments you have there, prepare one for me.”

    After inhaling a deep puff of smoke, he extinguished it in the ashtray with a graceful and decisive movement.

    The doctor picked out a few tubes of clearly labeled ointment, and Uncle Sheng sent the doctor away while Qi Zhiyu stepped back into the bedroom.

    Su Wanqing was in between half asleep and half awake, the slight depression on the edge of the bed caused her mind to be shaken, and just as she was about to open her eyes, his slightly cool hand had gently caressed her arm.

    The coolness traveled up his arm, bringing a strange sense of comfort.

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