Chapter 463: 463, Dual personality, Schizophrenia Chapter 463: 463, Dual personality, Schizophrenia Hearing his voice, Song Qinghuan paused for a mont before glaring at him, her face flushed with anger.
She snorted coldly, suspiciously saying: “I’m beginning to think you were doing it on purpose earlier, purposely refusing to get up!”
Shi Yuhuan flashed his hand before her eyes, “So much blood—but I’m not stupid enough to just die, am I?”
“Was it really that serious!” Song Qinghuan murmured in disbelief.
Shi Yuhuan looked at her seriously: “There was a news story online recently, a man ignored a small wound on his foot and ended up needing an amputation. Do not underestimate such things, do you understand?”
“Have I beco so cruel in your eyes? You know I didn’t do that on purpose.” Song Qinghuan, whose wound had already been treated, pressed down on his wound, wrapping it in revenge, growling angrily.
Shi Yuhuan didn’t scream in pain, but furrowed his brows. With his uninjured hand, he quickly gripped Song Qinghuan’s hand.
Song Qinghuan instinctively tried to kick him, but Shi Yuhuan quickly wrapped his legs around hers, making her as immobile as a cocooned caterpillar.
She had forgotten about the wound on her leg, just hit it a bit, and twisted it while struggling.
“Ah, it hurts…,” Song Qinghuan winced. The intense, bone-cutting pain made her break out in sweat.
Shi Yuhuan’s expression darkened as he noticed sothing was wrong with Song Qinghuan.
He pulled back his hand and asked coldly: “What happened?”
Song Qinghuan gently shook her foot to alleviate the pain, replying: “I accidentally bumped my foot earlier, but it should be fine.”
After saying that, she even laughed, indicating that her injury was not serious.
With a cold expression on his face, Shi Yuhuan imdiately lifted Song Qinghuan’s leg and gently placed it on the couch.
He carefully examined Song Qinghuan’s ankle, pressed it a few tis, and asked: “Does it hurt?”
Song Qinghuan pointed at the side of her ankle and replied: “I hit it here and by chance, also twisted it, so it hurts a bit, but it should be okay.”
After nodding, Shi Yuhuan gently touched it with both hands, and then instructed: “There is a bottle of dicinal alcohol in the dicine box. Open it for , and I will rub it onto your foot.”
“I’ll do it myself, you’re injured,” Song Qinghuan took out the dicinal alcohol bottle, twisted open the cap and intended to pour its contents into her hand.
However, Shi Yuhuan stopped her dominantly.
“How can you dab it on properly yourself? Give it to !” As his voice as calm as a tranquil pool rang out, Shi Yuhuan extended his hand to Song Qinghuan, signaling her to pour the dicinal alcohol into his palm.
Song Qinghuan looked up at him. Faced with his dominance, which she was always unable to resist, she did as he had indicated, sowhat helplessly.
After Shi Yuhuan ward up his palm by quickly rubbing his hands together, he then started to massage it onto the bare part of Song Qinghuan’s foot.
“Or maybe I should just do it,” Song Qinghuan said as she bit her lip, observing him fumbling with one hand.
Of course, she didn’t dare utter those words.
Calling him clumsy would an she was courting death.
“No need!” Shi Yuhuan didn’t spare her a glance, continuing to rub it in while hanging his head, his sleek black hair falling over his forehead.
Song Qinghuan’s gaze followed his hair, landing on his cold, thin lips.
Every ti these lips kissed hers, they felt entirely different to how they looked; they were especially hot and passionate.
Sotis, she really suspected that he had dual personalities, or perhaps multiple personality disorder.
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