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The man stared at her dying, bloodied appearance. A complicated emotion flashed through his normally emotionless eyes. He bent down and carefully lifted her out of the airbag. Lowering his head, he muttered, "Why is it that every time I meet you, you're always in such a sorry state?"

The other party's firm and warm chest, as well as the familiar smell, made Hai Xiaoming feel at ease. Her tensed nerves loosened, she leaned against the man's chest and closed her eyes.

After the accident, Qiao Tianqi unbuckled his seatbelt and choked on his saliva. Using his instincts, he kicked the door open and staggered out. After a look, he saw several cars colliding and the scene of the accident was appalling.

"That crazy woman!" Only then did he remember that Hai Xiao Min was still in the car, and he stumbled and ran back. Someone behind him advised him not to get too close and he pretended not to hear the explosion.

However, when he rushed to his car, he found that the passenger seat was empty!

Half an hour had passed since he left the hospital.

He closed the back door for the man who had just got in and got into the driver's seat himself. He glanced at the rearview mirror, which reflected the perfectly shaped jaw and Adam's apple of the man in the backseat.

"Boss, are we going back or are we going to the Star Mansion?"

A unconscious woman lay on his lap. The wound on her head had been treated in time, and there was plaster cast on her left calf. She was wearing a black suit.

With just a single glance, he withdrew his gaze and said indifferently, "Let's go according to our original plan."

"Yes sir!"

A luxury car with a black LY logo was heading towards the suburbs. If you looked at it for a long time, you would notice that there was a different model car in front and behind it. It was protecting the car in a certain range without being noticed by others.

A few hours later, the limousine drove up the winding mountain road into a private manor house on the hill.

Ling Yao got off the car with the woman in his arms. Someone came over to drive the car away, while Jess Xiu arranged the rest of the arrangements for the people who came over to greet him.

Soon, Hai Xiaomin was placed on a big comfortable bed, and Ling Yao sat on the bed, staring at his without blinking. Her head was wrapped in a bandage, and her face was pale.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch her lips with his fingertips. It was still as soft as before. At the same time, a small current of electricity flowed up like a feather and lightly scratched his heart.

"Knock knock knock." A light knocking sound came from the door, calling back Ling Yao's attention.

He got up and went to the door and opened it.

"This is what you want." The person outside respectfully handed over a medicine box. "If there's anything else you need, feel free to instruct me."

Ling Yao closed the door and walked back with the medicine box. Seemingly feeling that the room was a little stuffy, he tore off his tie and threw it on the carpet. Then, he undid the two buttons on his collar to let in some air.

Sitting on the bed, he opened the medicine box, glanced down, and took out one of the potions. Opening the bottle, he smelled it, then removed the bandage on Hai Xiaomin's head.

After doing all this, he straightened his back and stared at Hai Xiaomin in silence for a few seconds.

Hm! Indeed, he didn't need the bandages. That thing was troublesome and was extremely ugly!

After that, Ling Yao put away the medicine box. He looked a little tired and went straight to the bathroom.

"Hualala ~ ~ ~" Hot water sprayed down, washing over the man's exquisite physique. His sturdy and lean body, as well as the water droplets that followed his muscles all the way down, kissing and meandering around, every detail was fatally sexy …

After taking a bath, Ling Yao walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe. While he was pouring himself a cup of hot water, he was suddenly attracted by the subtle sounds coming from the bed.

Hai Xiao Min's face was slightly red as her eyes rolled under her eyelids. Her eyelashes trembled and she would occasionally shake her head with a frown as she spoke in a dreamy voice, "Don't... "Don't come over here …"

He reached out his free hand and touched her forehead and face.

Have you had a fever and a nightmare?

"Air conditioner, 17 degrees."

The AI voice in the room was empty, automatically lowering the temperature.

After that, he gave Hai Xiaoming some antipyretic drugs and finished what he needed to do. He then prepared to leave the room, but when he was halfway there, he heard the sounds of sleep-talking coming from behind him.

"..." "Go away, don't, don't …" She seemed to be in pain.

He turned around to take a look and recalled what Gu Xiaotao had said earlier. He couldn't help but ponder about a certain possibility. Would it really work?

The mattress sank deep into the ground, and Ling Yao lifted the thin blanket and slept close to Hai Xiaomin, hugging her to his side.

When he thought about how the woman in his arms had just recently experienced such an inhuman and horrifying treatment, and how she had just been in a car accident, a feeling of pity arose in his heart.

Seemingly feeling someone by her side, or perhaps that person's familiar breath and temperature, it made her feel at ease. As expected, Hai Xiaoming gradually relaxed his brow and fell asleep.

It was actually really useful! A strange look flashed across Ling Yao's dark and deep eyes as he closed his eyes in satisfaction and slept.

However, after only 10 minutes, Hai Xiaomin started making a ruckus again.

She pushed Ling Yao's chest outwards with her pair of small hands. Her rosy cheeks wrinkled unbearably as she let out a hoarse voice like a kitten: "Hot ~ So hot ~"

She pushed against him with a pathetic amount of force, and when he was sleepy, he didn't want to pay any attention to her, but instead she used her foot, too, and when he pressed his leg against the injured one to keep her from moving, the one she was fine kept kicking him between the legs, scraping his knee against something in the man's crotch, sending a burst of heat up his lower body.

How can you sleep like this?

"You'd better not!" Ling Yao opened his eyes, and glared at Hai Xiao Min with a fierce and helpless look. He stood up, went to the bathroom to take a few minutes' cold showers, and then came back to lie down, deliberately keeping a distance from Hai Xiao Min.

Clearly, the sleeping Hai Xiaomin was very satisfied with the cool temperature around her, and unconsciously moved closer to her.

Ten minutes later, the process was repeated.

When Hai Xiao Min shouted for heat, Ling Yao would get up and take a cold shower, acting as an ice pillow to cool her down.

After repeating this seven or eight times, Hai Xiao Min's body temperature finally returned to normal. Being hugged by Ling Yao no longer caused his to have nightmares, and he slept soundly the whole night.

Hai Xiaomin thought that she would never be so impulsive again in her life. She was so stupid as to slap the person who was driving at 160 yards per hour. If she died, she would definitely die unjustly. It was purely her fault!

When she regained consciousness, Hai Xiaomin discovered that she was not her bedroom, much less a hospital ward. The European style luxurious room was extremely unfamiliar.

Where is this?