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She saw that it was her mother, so she answered the phone. Su Jinxiu asked her why she did not come to work, and Wen Xin took two days off from work.

After hanging up, Wen Xin looked at the time. It was 9: 30 in the morning, she thought for a bit, then called Zuo Feng, and she quickly picked up the call.

"Hello, Left Assistant. I would like to ask if his condition is better?" Wen Xin tried to ask as calmly as possible.

"Young Master is much more energetic now. Besides his skin injury, there's nothing major that has happened."

"Very well, thank you."

"Ai, wait, the young master wants you to chat."

"Ah …" No, I... I have nothing to say to him. " She wanted to ask him about his situation from the start, but she never thought to chat with him.

At this moment, a deep and displeased male voice came from the other side of his ear. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Wen Xin: "..." Her face instantly flushed red.

He actually heard it?

"I... I didn't mean that. I meant that you were resting and didn't want to disturb you. " Wen Xin explained in embarrassment.

"Is that so?" The man obviously didn't believe it.

"Listening to Zuo Feng, you've recovered pretty well. You should rest well, I'm hanging up …"

"You dare to hang up and give it a try!" The man lowered his voice.

Wen Xin paused for a moment, she held onto her little heart and asked: "Do you still have anything else to say?"

"Yes, come and see me this afternoon."

"I said I can't …"

"My parents aren't here, you can come."

Wen Xin panted twice, "But I … I promised your mom I'd never get close to you again. "

"Do you want to see me?" "Hmm?" That deep and mellow voice was filled with seduction.

In the quiet room, through the male's voice that came from the microphone, Wen Xin's face was dyed pink by the voice. She bit her lips, and as if bewitched, she obediently answered, "Yes."

The man laughed in a low and hoarse voice. "Come then, I'll wait for you."

What was Wen Xin waiting for, she actually hung up first, and when she came back to her senses, she realised that she had agreed to Leng Jueye's request. She held her head in frustration, how could this be? How could she be bewitched like this by him?

In the afternoon, Wen Xin washed up and dressed up. She then waited at home absent-mindedly, feeling very uneasy in her heart.

Three o'clock, Zuo Feng's cell phone called. She quickly picked it up, "Hello."

"Miss Wen, I'm downstairs, come down!"

"Alright, I'll be right down." Wen Xin bit her lips, exhaled, and then picked up her bag to go downstairs.

After getting on Zuo Feng's car, they rushed to the hospital, Wen Xin still had lingering fear in her heart, she was led by Zuo Feng, walking in the corridor with no one around, she was extremely afraid of being found out, she wanted to cover herself with a cloth.

"The young master is inside. Go in!" Zuo Feng walked to the front of a room and invited her in.

Wen Xin nodded and knocked on the door. The man's voice came out from inside: "Come in."

Pushing the door, he saw Leng Jueye sitting on the bed with his upper body naked. His chest and arms were wrapped in white gauze, causing his robust upper body to be revealed, even if he was injured, it was still difficult to hide his enchanting figure. Wen Xin's face instantly became hot, and dark red blood could be seen on the gauze.

Her heart was still tightly clenched as an uncomfortable feeling flashed through her heart.

"He's coming." Leng Jueye put down the IPAD in his hand, and looked at her with a smile.

After he was sent to the emergency room yesterday, she didn't see him again. At this moment, she was standing close to him, sniffing the strong smell of disinfectant. She had never felt such an unpleasant odor that made her feel so at ease.

"Does it hurt?" Wen Xin gazed at his back, and it was difficult for him to forget the shocking burn injury from last night. Ordinary people, even if they tore off a piece of his skin, they would still cry. How could her life be worth his?

Leng Jueye laughed disapprovingly, "This bit of pain is nothing."

Although his words were light, in Wen Xin's ears, he felt an unspeakable heartache and pain.

"Stand over here." Leng Jueye spoke in a low voice, with a deep look in his eyes.

When Wen Xin heard the warmth in his voice, she bit her lips and moved closer to him.

In the next moment, Leng Jueye's only arm that wasn't injured wrapped around her waist, bringing her close to his chest. He lowered his head, and the two of them got extremely close, so close that their breaths intertwined.

Wen Xin felt her heart beating faster. This was a hospital, so people could come in at any time. Furthermore, she was clearly not allowed to come see him, but what was she doing together with him?

He's still wounded, can't he move around?

"Don't... Don't do this, don't pull on the wound. " Wen Xin reached out and pushed at his chest.

"Since you know I'm injured, then take care of me. Don't move."

His voice was hoarse and sexy, and his eyes were filled with a heat that made one's heart race.

"Hmm?" Wen Xin licked her dry lips, not knowing what he meant.

Leng Jueye's gaze burned as he stared at her pink, red lips. In the end, he still bent over and kissed his heavily.

"Ugh …" Wen Xin wanted to pull away, but the man's palm held onto the back of her head, like claws holding onto her hair, preventing her from escaping.

Her thin lips pressed down heavily, invading her tender lips, sweeping away the sweetness within.

So warm, so shy, by the bedside...

However, he was glad that this man was injured to such an extent that he could only kiss her. Otherwise, the consequences would be severe.

Leng Jueye kissed her lips until water started to flood out. Seeing her red and swollen lips that looked like a blooming rose, he finally licked his lips in satisfaction.

Wen Xin was so embarrassed that she wanted to die, but she also wanted to escape.

"Alright, it's time to go back." Wen Xin said vexedly. Was she here to send him her kiss?

"Wait a minute, I haven't eaten anything today. Get Zuo Feng to bring the porridge in, you can feed me."

"Ah …" Wen Xin saw that his hands could still move, why did he need her to feed him?

Leng Jueye raised his injured left hand, "Can't you see that I'm injured? Do you have any objections to taking care of the injured? "

Wen Xin was speechless. When she opened the door, she called for Zuo Feng. Not long later, Zuo Feng brought in a bowl of fragrant and delicious chicken porridge.

Leng Jueye lazily sat on the bed, looking at her from time to time with his deep and enchanting eyes. She probably didn't sleep well last night, and there was no luster to be seen on his face.

Wen Xin was a little embarrassed when she saw him staring at her. She picked up a spoon and spooned the porridge into his mouth, "Here, open your mouth."