Chapter 934: Chapter 934: Don’t Move

On the other side, the guest room downstairs.

Yin Mo was searching for the medical kit, while the ‘defeated’ He Chen leaned against the sofa with no regard for his image, his gaze involuntarily following her movements.

This woman, though somewhat dull, was truly pleasing to the eye when she was serious about her work.

He Chen’s eyes grew a bit dazed, with a hint of drowsiness.

At this moment, Yin Mo found the medical kit in the cabinet and paced back to the coffee table, placing it on the table, “Can you… apply the medicine yourself?”

He Chen instantly became alert: “???”

He squinted at Yin Mo, with an extremely displeased expression, “No.”

Didn’t want to help him apply the medicine, yet still brought him to the room?

He Chen felt she was playing hard to get, but reason told him that Yin Mo didn’t have that kind of mind.

Yin Mo seemed a bit troubled, pondered for a moment, and then took out her phone to make a call, “Ah Chang, I have a sudden matter, please wait a little longer.”

“Okay, Miss Second.”

After hanging up the phone, Yin Mo bent down to open the medical kit and happened to see an ointment for promoting blood circulation and reducing bruising, “Where are you injured?”

He Chen’s gaze was deep, forgetting to answer her, instead, he was thinking about something else.

Yin Mo… just now wasn’t coming to see him, but was going to meet Ah Chang?

He Chen’s expression subtly shifted, lifting his forearm to rest on his forehead, his voice softening a bit, “If you have something to do, go take care of it.”

“No need.” Yin Mo unscrewed the ointment cap, “I’ll help you apply the medicine first, Ah Chang can wait.”

He Chen shot her a sideways glance, as if her words were accommodating his unreasonable demands.

He pushed his cheek with his tongue, suppressing a strange emotion, and gestured towards his legs.

Yin Mo didn’t understand his intention for a moment, “What’s wrong?”

He Chen’s cheek revealed a trace of playful amusement, “If you’re not going to help me apply it, then go ahead.”

Yin Mo: “…”

She suddenly remembered what Yun Lih had said before, that He Chen’s injuries were all on his legs.

Yin Mo visibly hesitated, even taking a slight step back while holding the ointment.

At this point, He Chen’s hand fumbled for the hidden belt buckle, pressing and pulling, the belt came off in one swift motion, “Hurry up, don’t dawdle.”

Yin Mo looked at the belt he discarded on the floor, then raised her eyes to study He Chen’s weary yet handsome face. Out of sympathy perhaps, she didn’t hesitate too long before stepping forward and sitting sideways beside He Chen’s legs.

He Chen appeared in the posture of ‘I can’t move, do what you want yourself,’ lying on the sofa willingly, wishing Yin Mo would do whatever she liked to him.

His injuries were on his legs, and applying the medicine necessitated removing his suit pants.

Just when He Chen half-closed his eyes and indulged in his imagination, a bizarre sound entered the air.

He Chen lazily opened his eyelids, and the scene before him instantly made him laugh angrily, “Yin, Mo!”

This woman not only lacked brains but also a heart.

He didn’t know where she got a pair of scissors, but she split his suit pants along the seam.

From the pant leg all the way up to ten centimeters above the knee.

Not only did it save the trouble of removing the pants, but it also completely exposed the injuries on He Chen’s legs.

He Chen didn’t know whether to call her smart or foolish.

These suit pants, thirty-eight thousand.

Yin Mo paused her movements, looking at He Chen with a calm expression, “What’s the matter now?”

The tone even seemed a bit impatient.

He Chen rested his head on the sofa armrest, closed his eyes with an indescribable expression, “Apply the medicine.”

Yin Mo had never understood He Chen, but that didn’t affect her basic judgment of matters, “The pants are dirty like this, you probably wouldn’t wear them again.”

Implying, something you’re not going to wear, it’s normal if it’s cut.

He Chen didn’t want to speak, feeling mentally and physically exhausted.

Yin Mo’s movements were gentle, little by little applying the ointment to his bruise-laden skin.

As time passed, twenty minutes later, Yin Mo looked up again to find that He Chen had already fallen asleep.

Perhaps due to exhaustion, he slept deeply, but his slightly furrowed brows indicated he wasn’t sleeping soundly.

Yin Mo gently placed the ointment aside, intending to get up and leave, but hesitated.

He Chen was indeed handsome, with sharp and defined facial lines, the man in his sleep lacked the usual playfulness, appearing more harmless and graceful.

Yin Mo glanced at his exposed legs, just freshly medicated, thinking a blanket might smudge it off.

She reconsidered and sighed, preparing to leave the room.

However, just as Yin Mo was about to stand up, her wrist was suddenly gripped tightly, and the originally sleeping man’s hoarse voice teased, “Had enough of looking and now want to leave?”

Yin Mo hesitated, turned her face away, showing a hint of embarrassment in her eyes, “Sleep, I have to go.”

He Chen didn’t open his eyes, but with a powerful pull on her wrist, Yin Mo couldn’t help but fall into his arms due to inertia.

Beside her ear, was the man’s lazy, seductive voice, “Massage it a bit more for me.”

Yin Mo struggled a couple of times in his arms, and perhaps sensing her resistance, He Chen opened the corner of his eyes, wrapping his arm around her back, “Don’t move, it hurts.”

He Chen’s fingers teasing the strands of her hair at the back of her head, continued in a lazy tone, “If not a massage, then just stay with me and nap.”

He Chen like this was rare.

At least he was no longer making domineering demands on her, instead learning to compromise.

Yin Mo lay stiffly on his chest, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Within a few seconds, He Chen had fallen asleep again.

Outside the French windows, the sunlight was intense, Yin Mo watched him fall back into a deep slumber, and couldn’t help but try to move his arm away.

Every time she started to move, He Chen would easily wake up to warn her not to move.

Over and over, Yin Mo broke out in a sweat, while He Chen’s expression grew increasingly pained.

Finally, Yin Mo stopped moving.

She had never seen He Chen’s vulnerable side before, and for some reason, it softened her heart a little.

Thus, Yin Mo quietly lay on his chest, tracing his face with her eyes.

Soon, she too fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Ah Chang, waiting in the lobby, had no idea this wait would last four hours.

…

As evening arrived, the fiery sunset stretched magnificently across the sky, painting the entire city in a pale golden splendor.

After resting for a few hours, Shang Yu changed into a brand-new shirt and trousers, appearing immaculate once again.

Luoyu and Liuyun followed silently behind them, their expressions tinged with a sense of curiosity.

Not knowing what had transpired throughout the afternoon, the state of the boss and his wife seemed to have reverted to its former state.

The heavy feeling that had surrounded them also seemed to have vanished completely.

Wei Ang had received the notification and had arrived early at the hotel parking lot, waiting.

Li Qiao and Shang Yu got into the car, where Wei Ang looked at the rearview mirror and said, “Eldest Young Master, Young Madam, Prince Wu Lv just went to the other residence, the head of the family wants me to remind you not to return empty-handed.”

Shang Yu turned his head, his gaze soft, “What would you like to buy?”

Li Qiao rubbed her chin, “Let’s go to Kansa Antique City.”

The man’s lips curved slightly, then he gave Wei Ang a look, who immediately opened the navigation and headed straight for Kansa Antique City.