novelraw Chapter 502 - 236. ’If I really have to... serve a sentence, can you promise me one thing?
Chapter 502 - 236. ’If I really have to... serve a sentence, can you promise me one thing?
Liu An drove very steadily, and aside from the speed bumps, Nan Wan could sit comfortably without leaning on the seat.While rummaging through the medical kit for sterilized cotton swabs, she said to the man sitting next to her, "Lower your head a little, I’ll help you treat the wound on your forehead."
The car still parked outside the villa had its front end smashed. He probably had injuries beyond his forehead, though she couldn’t see them.
He likely wouldn’t go to the hospital, but fortunately, Mu Jinqian was still at the North Shore Villa.
"It’s just a minor wound. If Mrs. Mu is really worried, I can call a doctor to the house," Mu Jin Huan took the medical kit from the woman’s hand and set it aside, then pulled her into his embrace, soothing her with a gentle voice, "You’re very tired, rest against me for a while, I’ll wake you when we’re home."
Although Mrs. Mu was very gentle, she didn’t entirely agree with him, nestling softly in his arms, then looking up to ask, "Aren’t I a doctor?"
From now on, every minute and second spent with him was a luxury.
Because, who knows... maybe tomorrow the police would take her into the cold cage.
So, she wanted to do something. Although his embrace was the strongest poppy, once entangled, she wouldn’t want to leave, she still wanted to do something for him.
Even if it’s just treating a simple wound.
"Of course you are," Mu Jin Huan gently cupped the woman’s small face with warm hands, softly rubbing the skin behind her ear, a gentle and indulgent expression on his handsome face, "You’re not just a doctor, you also cured my ’illness’."
She walked into the lonely city within his heart, accompanying him to watch the sunrise at dawn, the sunset in the evening, and the flocks of geese flying across the sky.
Through sunny days, cloudy days, and rainy days, she stayed with him day and night.
Nan Wan was quite content with what he said, blinked, and asked with a smile, "Then can you take your hand away?"
The car was stuffy, so the windows were always open. The neon lights of red and green on the road sides prevented the interior from being completely dark.
Those moist eyes filled with a bright smile, as if Mu Jin Huan was enchanted by her, he actually eased the hold on her waist.
With her freedom regained, Mrs. Mu could easily reach the first aid kit tossed aside.
Finding sterilized cotton swabs, gauze, and medical tape, she carefully wiped the dried blood around Mr. Mu’s forehead wound.
"Why drive so fast," although the light in the car wasn’t bright, the pain and complaint in Nan Wan’s eyes were evident, "If your reaction was even a little slower, it might have... are you planning to be like Third Brother, sleep for a year or so?"
She remembered someone always nagging around her ear before, to drive slower, no matter how urgent the matter, a car was still a car, not a rocket.
"I know, as long as I think about what you’re going through, I lose control of my rationality, I can’t help it," in the dim light, Mu Jin Huan’s eyes focused intensely on the woman’s face, a rather complicated emotion swirling deep in his dark pupils.
Afraid she hadn’t heard clearly, he repeated, "I can’t help it."
His voice was low and hoarse, like a stone mill grinding over gravel.
Nan Wan’s hands paused, then she lowered her eyes to hide the moisture in them. She had never realized, until now... how many tears could be hidden in a pair of eyes.
With a fresh cotton swab, she began tenderly treating the wound, her movements gentle and slow.
His gaze never left her, yet she dared not meet it.
After closing the medical kit, Nan Wan glanced at her fingertips. The clothes Liu An brought were a beige long dress, completely covering the scabbed area on her knee.
A tear fell on the back of her hand, blurring her vision, and she spoke in a low, choking voice, "Mu Huan, I don’t blame you."
To achieve beauty, sacrifice is necessary, an immutable rule.
Mr. Mu was her salvation, and Yu Qinglu was the accessory to that salvation. She longed to grow old with him, so escape was impossible.
"I know, I know," Mu Jin Huan’s eyes darkened further, pulling her into his arms, his lips brushing her ear, "None of this is your fault, don’t be afraid, leave it to me."
The car window was open, and the wind howled before the approaching storm, mingling with the voices of pedestrians and honking cars, a cacophony of noise.
The wind was strong, making her hair dance wildly in the air, yet Mu Jin Huan didn’t raise the window because... she feared the quiet surroundings.
Nan Wan leaned in the man’s embrace, her clear, light eyes showing little emotion, much improved from the previous stupor and daze.