This tension is a fear of the unknown future.

A Country, that distant, ancient, and mysterious Western European nation, is his homeland, yet she has never been there; everything is unfamiliar.

There, she has no relatives, no friends.

She never expected that one day she would become entangled with him and even go to his country.

However, after she goes to A Country, her father won’t have to worry about her and Xiaoxiao’s safety and can return to H City to continue his business.

Her brother can also run his company with peace of mind, pursuing his ideals and doing whatever he wants.

Thinking of it this way, what’s bad about it? 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

She tried to think of some cheerful things to relax her spirits.

"Xiaoxiao, how can you still be sleeping so soundly, aren’t you nervous at all?" Holding the just-awakened Xiaoxiao, she gently tapped her daughter’s little nose.

Halfway through the journey of over a dozen hours, Xiaoxiao was sleeping with her cheeks flushed. At this moment, she just yawned, gave her mommy a big smile, and looked carefree.

"Of course Xiaoxiao isn’t nervous when going back to her own country."

A lazy and rich voice drifted in as Si Yuheng pulled back the cabin curtain and walked in.

Liang Anya glanced at him indifferently, placed Xiaoxiao in the bassinet, turned her head, and continued to enjoy the view outside the window.

Soon, however, she felt a weight settle beside her, and someone sat down next to her.

So many seats, and he had to sit next to her!

She couldn’t be bothered to look at him, shifted her body towards the window, and grabbed her headphones to listen to music, hoping to pass the time during the flight.

The Hi-Fi music effect was comparable to a theater experience, a full 3D surround.

She became absorbed in the music, her fingers unconsciously tapping rhythmically on the armrest.

Seldom relaxing, she was just enjoying herself when someone pulled her headphones away!

"Hey, what are you doing—" she gritted her teeth, turned around, and glared at the man beside her, but was shocked by what she saw.

In such a short while, he had stripped off his clothes, left only in a form-fitting pair of boxers that accentuated his masculinity.

She widened her eyes, stood up abruptly: "Si Yuheng! Are you crazy, what are you doing stripping in broad daylight—"

She knew it, following him was less safe than staying in China!

The plane hadn’t left China for a few hours and this wolf’s true nature was already showing!

She regretted it, if there was a parachute within reach, she would consider jumping off the plane!

"My wounds need medication," he said, noticing her look of terror, frowning.

"So?" she panted.

"So you’re going to undo the bandages and apply the medication for me." He seemed a bit annoyed by her slowness.

"..." She relaxed a bit, it seemed he just wanted her to apply medication after all...

But why should she? Why should she nurse his wounds?~

"What about your subordinates? Are they all dead?"

"I don’t like getting too close to men. I’m a straight guy to the core." He raised an eyebrow.

She resisted the urge to retort, stubborn as a calf: "I can’t, I’m not a nurse—"

He grew impatient, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her to his side, sarcastically saying: "Didn’t you learn first aid in college? Even knew how to inject yourself with oxytocin, but can’t apply some medication?"

His piercing green eyes were quite severe, his facial features exuding a cold, intimidating radiance!

He knew every detail about her.

Like a bird unable to escape his palm.

She suddenly felt a bit guilty, ultimately taking a deep breath: "Sit still."

Si Yuheng finally sat back in satisfaction.

She used sterilized scissors to cut a small opening in the white gauze wrapping his arm, then slowly unwrapped it in a specific direction.

This was her first time clearly seeing his half-naked body so closely in broad daylight.

Although he had a handsome face combining Eastern and Western features, his body was that of a typical European: strong, burly, well-defined muscles, fair skin, with a thin layer of golden body hair.

This was the god-given physique for Westerners.

Her gaze focused on his body, freezing in place.

Such a perfect body, yet it bore many scars, both deep and shallow.

Old injuries were evident at a glance.

In addition to the new wounds left for her, his body was almost riddled with injuries.

Although she had lived under the same roof with him for a few months, she had never clearly seen his half-naked body, nor known it bore so many marks.

At this moment, she found herself speechless.

He noticed her pause, his gaze casually landing on her face: "Do you have to look at me like you’ve seen a ghost."

She couldn’t imagine how a normal person could endure so many old wounds: "These... what happened..."

He took her hand, guiding it along his half-naked torso, stopping at a relatively shallow scar, calmly saying: "This is the first scar I got at eighteen, when I took over Beiming Hall and clashed with other organizations."

Back then, he was just starting out, too young.

The older members with more experience didn’t respect him at all.

If he wasn’t ruthless, he couldn’t grip Beiming Hall’s power tightly.

Her heart stirred slightly, feeling him continue guiding her hand, stopping his fingers at another point: "This is the second scar, from avenging my parents."

He had a do-or-die mentality, and with explosives strapped on him, blew his enemies to pieces by hand.

When two forces meet, the braver one wins.

Only by not fearing death could he climb to the highest peak.

After that, his ruthlessness shocked all the underground gangs in A Country.

Her fingers trembled slightly.

Every scar held a nearly tragic story, yet he told them lightly.

She always opposed his ruthless and brutal ways, which truly clashed with her modern civilized society life...

But at this moment, she fell silent.

Until finally, her fingertips were guided by him to a spot that was not yet healed.

"This one was left for a Chinese girl."

The deep voice lingered in the cabin, filled with a mesmerizing huskiness.

Her fingertips felt like they were on fire, instinctively pulling away, her emotions scattering like spilled beads.

"Apply the medicine, don’t... don’t move." She stammered, picking up a medical cotton swab to apply the medicine on his wound.

He didn’t say another word, only maintained a slight playful grin at his lips, contentedly watching her flustered hands.

Meanwhile, outside the cabin, the plane had crossed the International Date Line, headed for the other side of the ocean.

...........................

In the afternoon, the plane landed in A Country, this Western European nation.

Liang Anya held the carefree, sleeping Little Meatball and walked down the airstair.