Love You for the Rest of My Life

Chapter 931: Has the Wound Split Open?

It really seems like a mismatched conversation indeed!

On one side was the allure of dance, and on the other was an inner resistance. Di Jinxuan was instantly so conflicted that she looked visibly upset, her little face falling into a sulk.

Nangong Jin closed his eyes, paying him no mind.

He knew she was displeased, so he closed his eyes, not wanting to see the expression on her face.

Because for some reason, the resistant expression on her face made him somewhat sad.

The car drove smoothly and soon descended from the mountain. It was then that Di Jinxuan realized that Di Mingjue and the others had already left in their cars, and only Fang Hao was still there waiting for her. Seeing her come down safely, he waved his hand and took the lead in leaving.

Di Jinxuan opened the car door, then suddenly remembered that Nangong Jin said his waist was injured. She immediately stopped what she was doing.

But then she suddenly remembered this guy was probably faking it.

She got out of the car unhappily and said, "Then I’ll go first."

"Mmm," Nangong Jin opened his eyes lazily and responded with a lazy tone, then smiled radiantly, "Be careful on the road and remember to think of me."

Di Jinxuan’s face heated up, and unable to restrain herself, she stamped her foot and turned to run away.

Stinky man, never serious, lowly and shameless, shameless!

While cursing Nangong Jin in her mind, Di Jinxuan walked towards her own car.

Nangong Jin lazily got out from the passenger seat, and upon seeing her start the car, he placed his hand on his lips and blew her a kiss, then gave her a flirtatious look, "Little Xuanxuan, remember to think of your hubby."

Di Jinxuan glared at him and then pressed on the gas pedal.

Nangong Jin smirked, waving enthusiastically at her until her car left his sight, then he turned around.

Turning around, his brow immediately furrowed; damn, his wound was aching faintly, and it was damp. Looking down, he saw his shirt was somewhat wet.

But since it was a black shirt, it wasn’t noticeable.

It seemed the injury was quite severe, constantly oozing blood; maybe it hadn’t stopped?

Or was it bleeding too much, seeping out little by little?

Nangong Jin, too lazy to ponder further, strode to his car and opened the trunk, taking out the first-aid kit.

He might need to change the bandage himself, or wrap an extra layer; not doing so gave an uncomfortably damp feeling.

He carried the medical kit to the driver’s side, sat down, pushed the seat back to give himself more room, then opened the kit and searched for painkillers, took two, and downed them with bottled water.

After taking them, he took off his shirt, turned on the light and looked; indeed, the bandage had soaked through with a large stain of blood, glaringly red against the white gauze.

There was plenty of gauze in the medical kit, but he feared it would be difficult to change it alone. Never mind, he would change it when he got home.

Just as he was about to grab his clothes to wear them, the car door was suddenly opened. Instinctively, he turned his head and was caught off guard when he saw Di Jinxuan.

"My bag..."

Di Jinxuan hadn’t finished speaking when her eyes widened, clearly seeing the large bloody stain on the gauze on his abdomen.

"What did you do?" Di Jinxuan asked with a frown, urgency tinging her eyes that she herself hadn’t noticed.

Nangong Jin, unconcerned, started putting on his shirt and said nonchalantly with a smirk, "Oh, the wound might have split while doing push-ups earlier."

Di Jinxuan was somewhat surprised. Push-ups, wasn’t that quite a while ago?

It must have been at least an hour and a half, right?