Chapter 136 - 136 Shit! Dangerous!

"But I didn't go far at all, right? And I believe, you wouldn't let me go far actually," I say.

" Wei Lin, I was going to tell you. You weren't supposed to come to The Old Feng Mansion like that. And I wasn't aware and prepared after all. If I have known you were coming, I won't ever let you see that part of me, and I already plan to tell you when I get back to you. But you have suddenly appeared when I was on duty," he says.

All of the times I had been to the supposed the mansion, I'd been chaperoned or confined to his office. And I'm sure the housekeeper and others who live there were warned not talking to me and no one approached him when I was with him. And he's right, things did get pretty intense, pretty quickly, but that was nothing to do with me.

God, there is so much to talk about. I need to know things and he has got to tell me. The nasty little creature who he torture at the mansion had some pretty interesting things to say. But he already died. Aigoo. So many questions I have on my head.

I sigh.

"Come on, you're going get cold." I hold a towel up, and he mirrors my sigh before pushing himself up on the side of the bath with his good hand.

He steps out and I run the towel over his body as he watches me closely.

The corners of his lips lift slightly into the semblance of a smile when I reach his neck.

"A few weeks ago, I was nursing your hangover," he says quietly.

"I bet your head is banging a lot harder than mine was." I dismiss his reminiscing and secure the towel around his waist.

"After this, we get your food and then taking you to the hospital."

"Hospital?" he blurts, his voice startled.

"Wei Lin, I don't need to go there," He scowls.

"But your wrists," I clarify.

He probably thinks I want to section him. I see understanding surface in his eyes as he lifts his hand up to inspect it. The blood has all washed away, but it still looks nasty.

"This will fine," he grumbles.

"No, I don't think it is." I protest softly.

"Babe, I don't need to go to the hospital." He keens not going.

"Huh! Don't go then." I turn and walk into the bedroom.

He following me in, he caves in on the end of the bed and watches as I disappear into his huge walk-in-wardrobe. I rummage through his clothes, finding him some navy blue sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He needs comfort.

Then, I retrieve some boxer shorts from his chest of drawers and walk back over to find him sprawled back on the bed.

Lol.

Just getting him upstairs and bathed has knackered him out. I can't imagine a hangover on this scale.

"Here, put these on." I place the clothes on the bed next to him, and he turns his head to inspect my selection, letting out a heavy, tired breath.

When he makes no attempt to dress up, then I pick up his boxers and kneel down in front of him, holding them at his feet. He's done this to me plenty of times when we were in a good term. Then, I tap his ankle and he pushes himself up on the bed, looking down at me, a small twinkle lighting his eyes.

It's another familiar trait of him. He slowly lifts up his feet into the waiting holes and stands so I can negotiate the boxers up his legs, but then his towel drops when I'm halfway up his body and I come face to face with his huge buddy.  

Shit! Dangerous!

Immediately, I release his boxers and jump back from him, like it might burn me or something. Not all of him is broken then, I think to myself, trying to ignore the steel rod of flesh within touching distance. Slowly, I flick a glance up to him and for the first time, his eyes sparkle fully, but it's not a good thing. I've seen that look, more than once, heaps in fact, and it's not what I need right now, although my body is completely disagreeing with my brain. I've struggled to control the urge to push him on the bed and straddle him. But I'm not risking sidetracking either of us with lovemaking.

Because there's a lot to talk about for us right now. We shouldn't go that way at the moment.

He reaches down to pull his boxers up the rest of the way.

"Wei Lin, I'll go to the hospital," he says.

"If that is what you want me to, then I'll go." He says softly.

I frown at him.

"President Feng. Just by you agreeing to have your hand looked at won't make me fall to your feet in gratitude." I say curtly.

His eyes narrow slightly at my harshness.

"Wei Lin, I'll let that slip." He rumbles.

"And I need to feed you, I'll go get it ready. You wear your own." I mutter, turning and walking out of the room, leaving the rest for him to put his sweatpants and t-shirt on.

I wondering how he could survive without eating, only having a vodka to fill his stomach. That's might cause him a gastric problem in future. 

Gosh! He is really something.

Plus I need him to want to sort himself out, not just do things because he thinks it will get him closer to me. That won't help me at all anyway. 

This might would just be another form of manipulation, and I've got to avoid anything that influences the small part of my mind that is functioning correctly. If I ever let him manipulate me, I might won't be able to sort out all I need to know from him. And I have to make him tell me all of his things. So we can figure out how to continue our relationship. If he keeps avoiding, in future we might get in this f**king mess again.