My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 816: Exceptionally Doting
"But... don’t you find it very disgusting?" His heart trembled, his eyes fixed on her without blinking, his voice fragile.
Ye Lu picked up the tray, placed the medicines and tools Yan Su spoke of onto it, and walked over.
"It is a bit disgusting," Ye Lu admitted truthfully, paused, then said softly, "It must hurt, such a wound must be very painful."
Upon seeing the wound, there was an instinctive disgust, but more than that was shock and disbelief – just how painful must such a wound be, even looking at it made one tremble.
What exactly caused it? It didn’t seem like a gunshot or knife wound; those are smooth incisions.
Yet this wound on his back was so deep it was nearly a puncture, with flesh turned out and many spots of mangled tissue on the surface.
It felt as if a bunch of blunt bamboo sticks had been thrust viciously into the wound, then stirred into a mess, extremely cruel.
"Mhm, it hurts a lot," Third Young Master Jun’s dark eyes, black as ink, brightened anew, a strong warmth surging in his heart. Her voice held no revulsion, and he suddenly smiled like a happy child, staring straight at her, his voice hoarse, "If you blow on it, it won’t hurt as much."
Ye Lu rolled her eyes. Was he a child, asking her to blow on it?
"Big guy, shouldn’t you be saying it doesn’t hurt?" Aren’t men supposed to be tough, never admitting their pain no matter what?
This charming and cunning beautiful man surely knew how to take advantage.
"Hmph, in front of others, of course, I play the hero; why put on a show in front of my own woman?" Third Young Master Jun’s long, dark eyes arched haughtily, with a hint of willfulness that seemed quite dismissive.
Ye Lu rolled her eyes. Anyway, this man always had plenty of excuses.
"I’m not professional, so bear with it," Ye Lu said as she picked up the disinfectant and tools for cleaning the wound. Looking at the ghastly sight of the turned flesh, her hands shook slightly.
Taking a deep breath, she lowered her head and carefully wet the cleaning tool with the disinfectant, then gently wiped the blood off the wound, bit by bit.
"Does it hurt?" Ye Lu asked nervously as she cleaned, looking up at him. Even though the wound wasn’t on her own body, with every wipe of the blood and cotton swabbing over the raw, reddened flesh, she winced in sympathy. She had never dealt with such a horrific wound before and couldn’t help shaking.
"It doesn’t hurt," Third Young Master Jun said, looking down at her with a smile, proudly lifting his gaze. In his enchanting eyes, a faint warmth flickered.
Ye Lu couldn’t help glaring at him: "Just a moment ago, before we started, you were saying it hurt a lot, how come it doesn’t hurt now?"
"I don’t want you to worry too much about me," Third Young Master Jun replied with an especially doting smile. The man who was always so commanding, now too showed endless tenderness.
Being looked at with that adoring gaze by the big man, Ye Lu’s heart fluttered, and she quickly turned away her face, snorting, "Don’t flatter yourself, I’m not worried about you."
It was out of humanitarian concern, and a repayment for his protection of her and the child in front of Jun Shi; she didn’t want to owe him, so she was just paying him back.
Idiot, she definitely wasn’t worried about him.
"What happened to your wound, how did you get it? Don’t tell me you got it skiing – if that’s the case then it’s truly bizarre," she changed the topic.
"I’ve been wondering when you would care about my injury. You finally asked," Third Young Master Jun suddenly said, looking at her intently.
Ye Lu was taken aback, not understanding his meaning.
"Visiting a patient without any concern for their illness, not even knowing what ailed them, proves that you don’t care. Your visit would be mere pretense. Now I know at least that you’re not just humoring me," Third Young Master Jun’s smile grew more confident.
