The Favored Heiress-Chapter 1313: Miss He at 1.7 Meters

1:30 AM, the world was silent.

He Yanmo took three showers in the Seaview Apartment before returning to her bedroom to sleep.

Half an hour later, there was a faint noise from the door. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Shang Yin, dressed in gray loungewear, stood at the door for a few seconds before turning on the nightlight above.

Perhaps she was too tired; the girl on the bed, wearing cartoon pajamas, was in a deep sleep.

In the dim light, Shang Yin sat sideways at the head of the bed, holding a medical kit.

He touched He Yanmo’s forehead with his fingers, confirming she had no fever, and his tense demeanor relaxed slightly.

The sleeping He Yanmo seemed to sense something, her eyelashes quivering as if she was waking up.

Shang Yin’s gaze tightened, and he gently patted the girl’s back to lull her back to sleep.

Soon, He Yanmo’s brow smoothed as she nuzzled against the pillow, hugging the blanket, falling asleep once more.

A few minutes later, when she was completely asleep, Shang Yin opened the medical kit and carefully rolled up He Yanmo’s pajama pants.

The girl’s skin was very fair, a classic cold white complexion.

Under the nightlight, the scars on her legs stood out starkly.

Shang Yin took a deep breath, touching the pale edges of the wounds with a hint of heartache.

My dear Momo, pampered from a young age, yet never spoiled.

Despite Shang Yin’s vast experiences over the years, he truly hadn’t anticipated she would personally go to the dump to look for the Jade Pendant.

To say she’s silly, sometimes she speaks very astutely.

To say she’s smart, yet she always does things without flexibility.

A subtle ripple appeared in Shang Yin’s eyes as he opened the ointment and carefully tended to He Yanmo’s wounds.

Some wounds were too deep, and even though the ointment was mild, He Yanmo was still startled awake by the stinging pain.

She propped up her upper body, her drowsy eyes holding a trace of vigilance and confusion.

Until she saw Shang Yin’s figure clearly, she plopped back down, "Brother Yin, what’s up?"

"Does it hurt?"

He Yanmo twisted her ankle lightly, murmuring in her sleep, "Seems like it does."

Shang Yin wiped the ointment off his hands with a wet wipe, leaned over to prop up He Yanmo’s shoulder, coaxing, "Sit up, get the shot and then sleep."

"Okay."

Always obedient to Shang Yin, He Yanmo sat up weakly, her expression drowsy, her head bobbing a little.

At this moment, Shang Yin rolled up her sleeve, but before reaching the deltoid muscle for the injection, the sleeve’s cloth got stuck tightly at her elbow.

He Yanmo was still dozing off, her hair messily scattered on her shoulders. After a few seconds of daze, she squinted her nose, "Won’t it be done?"

This time, Shang Yin, holding medical scissors, cut her sleeve from the elbow in the moment He Yanmo gradually woke but couldn’t stop him...

A perfectly good long-sleeved pajama had now turned into a single-shoulder one.

He Yanmo was completely awake.

She looked at the dangling sleeve and then at the earnest Shang Yin, patting his wrist, "Bro!"

Shang Yin held the tetanus syringe. Looking up, he said, "Hmm?"

He Yanmo gestured at the buttons on her pajama, suggesting at the neckline, "Undo two buttons here, then pull the collar below the shoulder; wouldn’t it be easier for the shot?"

Shang Yin smiled gently, nodding slightly, "Seems so."

"Exactly." He Yanmo shook the cut fabric, holding back laughter, "See what you did to my sleeve; how will I wear it now?"

Shang Yin applied iodine on her arm, chuckling lightly as he removed the needle’s protective cap, "There are new ones in the wardrobe; change later."

"Alright then... Ouch..."

He Yanmo pouted, grumbling a bit, just as Shang Yin injected the tetanus shot into her muscle.

The young girl’s eyelids twitched in pain, but for the sake of pride, she pursed her lips and stayed silent.

He Yanmo is good at everything, except afraid of pain, always has been since she was little.

According to her godmother, Li Qiao, she’s the type with particularly sensitive pain nerves.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t take painkillers when injured.

After giving her the shot, Shang Yin pinched her soft cheek, saying helplessly, "Clearly afraid of pain, yet you dare to show off at the dump. You’re still as immature as before."

In response, He Yanmo pouted and retorted, "Nonsense, what do you mean immature? I used to be 110 centimeters, now I’m 170!"

Shang Yin packed the medical kit, playfully tapped her head, "Even if you round it up, you’re at most 165."

He Yanmo crossed her arms, staying silent, but her side glance indicated she was waiting for his coaxing.

Then, Shang Yin placed the medical kit on the table, fetched a brand-new set of pajamas from the wardrobe, and returned to He Yanmo, "Alright, Miss 170, change your pajamas and go to sleep. Don’t you have classes tomorrow morning?"

Miss 170...

He Yanmo shot him a displeased glance, taking the pajamas and muttering, "I’m sure I’ll grow to 170. Just wait and see."

Shang Yin bent forward, his gaze full of fondness, responding, "Alright, I’ll wait."

...

The next morning, He Yanmo was taken back to school.

Before getting out of the car, Shang Yin held her arm, softly reminding, "I’ll pick you up for the weekend the day after tomorrow."

"Okay~" He Yanmo answered sweetly, her eyes glimmering as she glanced at Shang Yin’s sharp side profile, "Brother Yin, my hand still hurts a bit."

Shang Yin pretended to reach for the ointment, but He Yanmo placed her palm near his lips, "No ointment needed. Just blow on it and it’ll be fine."

The girl’s coquettishness was straightforward and unguarded, bringing a subtle smile to Shang Yin’s lips, "Next time you get hurt, I won’t blow on it."

He said, gently cupping her palm, and blew on it before pinching her fingers, "Let Qing Lei walk you in. Call me if you need anything."

"Alright, bye-bye."

Soon, He Yanmo and Qing Lei walked into the campus. The girl glanced back at the street, "Brother Qing Lei, you’re not just seeing me into campus, are you?"

"Miss He, I’m here to help you move dorms."

He Yanmo raised an eyebrow sheepishly, "I specifically chose a four-person room before..."

"The master arranged a single dorm for you. If you don’t want to stay on campus, there’s also an apartment outside the west gate."

He Yanmo looked up at the sky, "So, I can’t just live like a normal student with others, is that it?"

Qing Lei glanced at her, "Miss He, currently you indeed shouldn’t share a room."

"You might as well say I’m careless and lack precaution."

Qing Lei contemplated for a few seconds, gently stating, "After all, you are young and staying at school for the first time; experiencing more wouldn’t be a bad thing."

He Yanmo shot him a glance, then marched forward.

She knew, Qing Lei was comforting her.

Her first time being targeted, her first time being schemed against, her first real time leaving home, He Yanmo realized her methods for handling issues were still lacking.

She felt a bit troubled, sulky the whole morning.

There’s still a huge gap between her and Brother Yin.

During those eight years when he was being trained and nurtured at Parma, she too had been trying hard to catch up with his pace.

But it seems, it’s still not enough...