Chapter 29: Flesh and Blood

  This was his first time doing this to her.

  This time, she has crossed his bottom line.

  Jane gazed tensely at his refined profile for a moment, before mustering the courage to stretch out her hand and grasp the hem of his garment. Seeing that he didn't make any repelling movements, she then said: "Brother Yu, can you lend me your hand?"

  The voice is soft and sweet, like a spoiled child, with a long drawn-out tail sound.

  Jane Eyre was originally a soft girl, and being coquettish came easily to her.

  Shu Yu's shoulders trembled slightly and her hands relaxed a little, apparently, Jane's coquetry had taken effect.

  Jane took the opportunity to withdraw her hand from his abdomen and looked down, Jane couldn't help but sigh, don't people with a cold personality not afraid of pain?

  Or do you like wasting blood?

  She remembered that Shu Yu's blood type was O negative, although not as rare as Rh negative, it was still relatively rare compared to A and B types.

  "What a spendthrift." Jane muttered, Shu Yu's eyes narrowed as he looked at her sideways, his eyes flashing with cold puzzlement, he didn't understand why she said he was extravagant.

  Shu Yu's bandage was completely stained with blood, and Jane carefully unwrapped it, some scabs had already stuck to the bandage.

  Does it hurt?

  Although Jane was very careful, she still felt that she had hurt him and looked up at him tensely.

  But found Shu Yu Temple has been staring at her, expressionless.

  Her face didn't show any sign of pain, if she hadn't noticed that his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

  She thought this wound was just a mosquito bite.

  "Is it very painful?" Jane Eyre wanted to help him wipe away the sweat, but there was nothing on her hand that could be used for wiping, and her hand had also been stained with blood, turning red.

  Shu Yu's eyes dimmed slightly, and he didn't speak, but the rigid lines on his face softened.

  It hurts, but with you here, all the pain turns sweet.

  Not getting a response, Jane Eyre ignored him and continued to bow her head and untie the bandage.

  The last round of gauze was unwound, and the wound in his palm was exposed without a trace, with blood and flesh blurred together.

  "Oh dear heavens, it looks so painful!" Jane exclaimed, unable to help but wince in sympathy for him as she blew on the wound, "Ow ow ow, how painful, how painful, how painful!"

  Jane Eyre gazed at the wound with a heavy heart, she didn't dare look closely, everything in front of her was blurry.

  "It doesn't hurt." Shu Yu Temple's faint statement.

  Watching her adorable movements, watching her occasionally lift her head to look at him with aching eyes, his heart was slowly filled.

  "You're deceiving people." Jane Eyre was almost in tears, her eyes already brimming with water. "It's obviously painful."

  "Good boy, it doesn't hurt." Shu Yu's heart ached, yet warmed at the same time.

  It hurts because of her tears that are about to burst out.

  It's warm because she finally noticed him and cared about him.

  Shu Yu Temple raised her other hand, wanting to wipe her cheek, but the other hand was also bandaged, with a bloody patch on it.

  He stared blankly, a flash of regret in his eyes, and quickly moved his hand behind him without making a sound.

  At this time, he regretted getting both hands bloody and mangled.

  "I don't believe it."

  Jane puckered up her mouth and stared straight at his left hand, without noticing the right hand he had just raised.

  "I'm going to Yishan." After finishing speaking, he let go of his hand and turned around to run out of the study.