Since he said he’s not afraid of a little pain, she stopped holding back and jabbed his wound with the cotton swab, as if taking revenge!
But Yan Sijue didn’t even flinch...
She had to admit, perhaps this bit of pain really ant nothing to him.
In the end, she took out the gauze to bandage him, but the man refused.
"No need," he refused coldly.
But Mu Yiliang held his hand tightly: "The wound is not shallow, be careful of infection!"
"That’s my problem." He tried to pull his hand back with a cold expression!
"Yan Sijue!" she suddenly called his na with bitterness, her throat becoming more choked, "Do you think this is fun? Hurting yourself to punish , I never thought you could be so childish!"
He was stunned for a mont, then slowly smiled: "Punish? You’re overthinking it. It’s a special ti now, if my hand is wrapped in bandages, and soone sees it, who knows what rumors might spread."
After saying that, he rummaged a bit in the first-aid kit, found a band-aid, ripped it open, intending to stick it on himself.
Mu Yiliang snatched it away with a swift hand, silently applying it for him.
"And also," he spoke again indifferently, "if I wanted to use hurting myself to punish you, the premise would be that you care."
Mu Yiliang suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart, tears almost bursting out, yet she could only cling tightly to his hand!
Yan Sijue looked at her tightly pressed lips and the gradually reddening rims of her eyes, his heart stalled.
"No matter what, I will put Xiaoze in the most important position, you can rest assured," seeing her remain silent, he spoke again, "I won’t give that woman a chance to hurt Xiaoze. In this, I hope you have faith in ."
"Why..." she began huskily, "Why marry her?"
He was silent for a while, then hoarsely asked: "Is the answer important to you?"
"Very important!" she looked up, staring into his eyes intensely.
If he thought Chen Yayan saved him and intended to repay her in this way, then she had a standing and reason to stop him, but if...
"Because it’s ti for to get married," he said blandly.
Mu Yiliang felt a heaviness in her heart.
"Just like that? No other reason..." she asked unwillingly.
"What other reason do you think there might be?"
"But... why her?" Mu Yiliang bit her teeth fiercely.
Yan Sijue paused slightly, then held her hand back, his gaze intense: "Why not her? Tell , why?"
As if to force out her true feelings, the man leaned in, closer, very close.
"If not her, then who do you think it should be?"
Mu Yiliang began to tremble uncontrollably.
"I..." she suddenly found it hard to bear the pressure coming from him.
"Unless you’re willing to walk into the chapel with ," there was a trace of imperceptible darkness in his eyes, "otherwise, any other woman is the sa to ."
"Yan Sijue!" her voice choked, "You shouldn’t be like this..."
"Heh..." he let out a self-mocking chuckle and released her hand.
"Even if I tell you I’m willing, you wouldn’t believe, so why say such things," Mu Yiliang took a deep breath, "I should go."
"As long as you tell , I’ll believe!" Yan Sijue clung tightly to her wrist, the strength so great it made Mu Yiliang frown.
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