681: Chapter 681: Sharing a Pillow After Divorce 3_1 681: Chapter 681: Sharing a Pillow After Divorce 3_1 “?” He Teng shook his head, “I’ll call Dongxue.”
Saying so, He Teng stood up, helped He Da back to his room, and then went to Dongxue’s room.
He called out to her and said, “He Zhilan has an injury on her back.
Can you help apply so dicine?”
Apon hearing of Zhilan’s injury, Dongxue subconsciously made to go and see, but after she stepped forward, she quickly retracted her step, “, apply the dicine?
Aren’t you her husband, can’t you do it yourself instead of having do it?
Aren’t couples supposed to help each other?
I’m not going!
I can’t stand the sll of dicine, it’s far too strong!”
Having said this, Dongxue claid she was tired and needed to rest, leaving He Teng outside, while in her room, she was grinning mischievously.
She was trying to reconcile He Teng and He Zhilan!
Seeing that Dongxue had declined his request, He Teng turned to leave, standing aimlessly in the yard for a while before he finally decided to go to his and Zhilan’s room.
At this mont, Zhilan had already changed into her pajamas and was waiting for He Teng to return.
Hearing movent at the door, she looked back to see He Teng’s figure, “I thought you were going to spend the night outside!
Now that you’re ho, we need to act normally, so father doesn’t suspect anything.”
He Teng nodded, walked in, closed the door, and asked, “Where’s your dicine?”
“On the table,” Zhilan pointed to the table and smiled, “Brother, are you going to apply the dicine for ?
But we’re divorced.
The injury is on my back, won’t it be inappropriate to let you see it?”
One has to admit, Zhilan’s smile was cheeky and teasing, as she attempted to hide her amusent behind a veil of faux modesty.
“I’ve seen it many tis before, seeing it once more won’t make you lose weight,” He Teng replied awkwardly, though he was sowhat embarrassed inside.
However, his embarrassnt did not outweigh his concern for Zhilan’s injuries- he felt worried and wouldn’t be able to sleep without seeing her injuries for himself first.
“He Da said your injury is on your back?
Turn around and lift up your shirt,” He Teng directed.
Zhilan reluctantly agreed to his request with a groan, but she quickly turned and delicately lifted her shirt.
She was preparing for bed and had changed into pajamas, so she wasn’t wearing a bra at the mont.
Like He Teng said, he had seen it many tis before, so there was no need for excessive modesty.
When Zhilan started to move, He Teng’s gaze was averted, not consciously focusing on her every movent.
Only when he stopped hearing other movents, he shifted his gaze, resting it on Zhilan’s back.
But with just one glance, He Teng’s heart began to ache.
Zhilan’s skin had always been good, her smooth and flawless back was devoid of even a single mole or scar.
But now, it was a ss.
Bruises and dark contusions from physical trauma marred her skin, so even bore the shapes of fingerprints and the outline of a shoe.
They still looked horrific after several days – he couldn’t help wonder how much pain and suffering she must have endured at the onset.
It was one thing to hear from He Da that she was injured and be worried, but to witness these injuries for himself was another.
He Teng couldn’t begin to fathom how her delicate body withstood such physical brutality.
This was the first ti He Teng felt so helpless.
He gingerly applied so ointnt to his fingers but hesitated for a long ti, unsure how much pressure to apply without causing her pain.
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