Traveling through the mall: the rough man is wild and flirtatious

Chapter 284 She Loves Him
"Yu'er, you are here."

"Why are you hurt so badly?"

The two spoke in unison.

Yan Nancen supported himself and was about to get up, but Su Qingyuan stepped forward quickly, "What are you doing, lie down quickly."

Yan Nancen looked at her slender white fingers holding his arm, and lay down on the bed again.

Su Qingyuan didn't see the excitement in his eyes, her eyes were always on his back.

Originally, there were quite a few scars on his back, both old and new, but now that he was beaten up, the scars on his back were red and swollen, looking very hideous.

She stretched out her finger and just touched it lightly, and she clearly felt the trembling of his suppressed body for a moment.

He is in pain, he is uncomfortable.

Yes, how can I not feel uncomfortable after being beaten up like this.

She sighed, took off her veil, picked up the ointment on the side, dipped some in the pulp of her middle finger, and applied the ointment very lightly on the red and swollen area.

"I'm fine, I don't feel any pain at all. The old man is old, and he doesn't hit as hard as before. I don't feel anything at all."

When Su Qingyuan heard what he said, and saw the scars all over her back, she clenched her teeth tightly to prevent herself from making a sound.

But her tears burst out of her eyes directly. She didn't know why, but when she heard his words, she felt sorry for him.

He was beaten so much when he was a child, and he was so disappointed in his father that he said such words.

It wasn't that his father was old, nor was he resistant to beating, it was that he didn't have any attachment to Prince De in his heart, and he regarded the beating as an injury deep in his heart, being hurt by the enemy.

Maybe that would make me feel better.

How could Su Qingyuan not know the deep meaning of what he said? Maybe he didn't even realize the depths of his heart, but Su Qingyuan was keenly aware of it.

"It's all hurt like this, doesn't it hurt?"

Su Qingyuan's voice was muffled, her throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and it was actually very difficult to speak normally. She was crying and wanted to cry out, but she didn't know why, maybe her emotions had accumulated to a certain point. .

"What's wrong, Yuan'er?" Yan Nancen immediately heard something wrong with her voice.

"It's okay."

"What's wrong with your voice?" Yan Nancen wanted to look sideways at her.

But she held her down and said, "Lie down, the medicine is on. My throat is fine. I may have caught a cold. Just go back and make some ginger soup."

"It's cold, you only wear so little clothes, what should you do if you catch a cold." His concerned words made Su Qingyuan's nose sore even more.

A stupid man, he is full of injuries. Compared with a little cold, these injuries can be seen at a glance, but he cares about himself more than the injuries on his back.

The tears that Su Qingyuan had just suppressed burst out of her eyes in an instant, she dared not answer any more, because although this man is straight, he is also very keen in observation, if he finds out, then her fame in this life will no longer exist up.

She lowered her head to apply the medicine to him, and Yan Nancen called out the door, "Wei Zhou, come in with a bowl of ginger soup."

Wei Zhou, who was waiting outside, heard his master's order, and hurriedly said, "Yes, general, I'll go now."

"What are you making ginger soup for?" Su Qingyuan's voice was still muffled, and her words were gritty.

Yan Nancen got up on the edge of the bed with both hands, "I'm afraid you will catch cold, first, drink some ginger soup."

"I do not."

"Yu'er, what's wrong?"

Just as Su Qingyuan was about to say that she didn't need to drink, she didn't catch a cold at all.

But what he didn't expect was that Yan Nancen suddenly turned sideways, and the tears on her face were directly exposed in front of him.

He had never seen Yuan'er at such a time, in his memory, she was either gentle, or free and easy, as lovely as she is now, indeed he had never seen her before.

Especially with teardrops hanging on his cheeks, it only takes one look, and his heart aches.

Because Su Qingyuan was bumped into by someone, she was about to reach out to wipe her tears in a panic, but she was holding ointment in one hand, and the fingers of the other hand were also covered with ointment.

She raised her sleeves clumsily to wipe away her tears.

But that action was still one step slower than Yan Nancen's. He had already stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the tears on her face with the pulp of his thumb.

"I'm sorry." Su Qingyuan didn't know how to answer when he said sorry.

"What are you sorry for?" Her voice was still very low, and she felt pain in her heart when she heard it.

"I don't know what I'm sorry for, but it's my fault that you made you cry. I didn't make you happy. I'm sorry."

How should I put it, I always thought that this man didn't understand anything, and he was a general, so he must speak very straight.

He spoke very straightforwardly, but he also poked people very hard. Su Qingyuan was confused.

Because her eyes were blocked by tears, Yan Nancen gradually became blurred in front of her eyes.

Big teardrops burst out of Yan Nancen's eyes, and the cold feeling seemed to freeze him completely.

"Yuer, what's the matter? What's the matter?"

"Yan Nancen, are you sick? Why are you sorry when you are already like this? Can't you be nicer to yourself?"

At first, Yan Nancen thought she was not feeling well, so she was very anxious.

(End of this chapter)