บท 109: Chapter 108 was bleeding after he touched it?

นักเขียน: Purple Peony เครื่องแปลภาษา

Only then did she realize that the person who grabbed her hand while she was in that death hole was Qiao Hanye. He rushed to the site to save her.

He Lanjin was deeply touched. Some Military Academy students would not even dare come to such a dangerous area, but here was Qiao Hanye, washing her clothes calmly. How many people on this earth could risk their life one moment and be this undisturbed the next?

She was basking in this warm feeling when she saw Qiao Hanye turn around. He Lanjin hurriedly returned to bed. She covered herself with the blanket and pretended to sleep.

Qiao Hanye rolled up his sleeves and pushed the door open. He entered the room and walked to the side of the bed. "Ah Jin," he called out in a low voice. He looked at her sleeping face. He was going to leave the room, but his gaze fell on her eyelashes, which were fluttering ever so slightly.

Brows furrowed, Qiao Hanye looked at He Lanjin more closely. He could not help but stifle a laugh.

Qiao Hanye sat by the side of the bed, trying to see if He Lanjin's eyes would open.

Qiao Hanye's eyes flashed with calculating shrewdness as his fingertips caressed He Lanjin's cheek. He mischievously slid his fingers down her neck and used them to gently rub her collarbone.

He Lanjin continued to feign sleep, but she could not keep this any longer. She could feel the warm weight of his fingers on her chest.

"What do you want?" He Lanjin said as she grabbed Qiao Hanye's wrist. She opened her eyes and looked at him unhappily.

"Oh," Qiao Hanye said in his magnetic voice. "Is Ah Jin awake now?" He sounded dotingly affectionate, as if He Lanjin were a willful little princess who had him wrapped around her finger.

He Lanjin gently moved Qiao Hanye's hand away from her face and asked, "What were you trying to do just now?"

Instead of answering, Qiao Hanye threw the question back. "What was it that you wanted me to do?" He Lanjin's face flushed a deep red. She straightened up on the bed, trying to keep some distance from him.

Qiao Hanye extended his arm to touch He Lanjin's forehead. "Fortunately, the fever has subsided. Still, the temperature in the mountain area is lower than the temperature outside. You must take care of yourself."

He pulled the blanket up and covered He Lanjin with it.

Qiao Hanye started to get up, but He Lanjin grabbed the corner of his shirt. He took her hand and said, "He's fine. He's been sent to the hospital."

Qiao Hanye turned to get up, but before he could, he felt He Lanjin hugging him from behind. Her arms were wrapped around his waist, and her small face was pressed against his back. She gently rubbed against him and said, "Thank you."

Qiao Hanye froze; this was the first time He Lanjin was hugging him.

Qiao Hanye pried He Lanjin's arms off his waist and turned around. "Promise me that from now on, before you go out and save someone, you will ensure your own safety first," he said as he held her hands.

"People's lives are important, but to me, there is nothing more important than your life," Qiao Hanye continued.

He Lanjin looked at Qiao Hanye's earnest face and laughed softly. "Yes, sir."

No one had ever given her this much importance before, not even the He family, who made her feel as if she did not matter. She would not be surprised if they would not even mourn her death if she died.

"Let me wash up a bit before I check out the situation outside," He Lanjin said, changing the topic. She did not want to be too vulnerable in front of Qiao Hanye.

She jumped off the bed and sprinted barefoot. Afraid that the sudden movement would cause her to fall, Qiao Hanye extended his arms to break He Lanjin's fall.

Qiao Hanye's hand landed on He Lanjin's waist. She trembled at his touch, but she kept moving. Suddenly, He Lanjin felt something seeping out of her.

Stunned, He Lanjin stood on the spot like a puppet, not daring to move.

She looked down at her legs, and an ominous feeling enveloped her.

Worried that He Lanjin suddenly fell ill, Qiao Hanye stood up, took his coat from the rack and draped it on her shoulders. He Lanjin's face was crumpled beyond recognition.

She was as pale as a sheet, and she looked at him in disbelief.

She rushed into the bathroom. Qiao Hanye looked down on the spot where He Lanjin had been standing and saw a drop of blood; it was bright red.

Qiao Hanye was rattled. Did he cause this? Did his hand accidentally land in an injured body part? Why was He Lanjin bleeding?