The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

Chapter 1294: Chapter 1314: Nangong Feihong Applies Medicine to Her 2

Nangong Feihong frowned, his beautifully defined brows, and smiled at her sunnyly: ”Little sister, don’t be afraid, you’re injured, don’t move around! I’ll help you with the medicine in a moment.”

Sunlight shone upon the youth’s handsome face, exuding a full scent of sunshine.

The children of the Nangong Family naturally possessed a noble demeanor, and with Nangong Feihong’s striking features, often exercising, he appeared more dashing than other boys his age, with a grounded touch.

Just a glance at him made one feel an immense sense of security.

Rasha’er felt a slight tremor in her heart.

She kept her eyes firmly fixed on Nangong Feihong until she was set down.

Nangong Feihong placed her on the sofa, only to realize a pair of eyes were staring straight at him.

He was slightly taken aback, realizing that holding a girl so intimately might inevitably lead to misunderstandings.

His face flushed slightly, and he awkwardly said, ”Um... I’ll go get the medicine box.”

Rasha’er regained her sense, quickly lowered her head, feeling her heart fiercely pounding.

After Nangong Feihong spoke, he stood up.

At this moment, a servant had already brought over the medicine box.

”Hong, your medicine box.”

”Ah, okay.” Nangong Feihong took the medicine box.

Rasha’er sat on the sofa as Nangong Feihong held her newly injured hand.

”There are glass fragments in your hand...” Nangong Feihong said incredulously, turning to Qin Yi, angrily saying, ”Qin Yi, you all were too rough!”

Qin Yi’s lip corner twitched awkwardly: ”Hong, this woman originally intended to harm Young Master...”

”Harm Young Master? What a joke! She’s so delicate, how could she possibly harm the Crown Prince?” Nangong Feihong said disdainfully.

Rasha’er looked at Nangong Feihong standing up for her, seeing Qin Yi embarrassed, felt some sense of triumph.

She gazed at Nangong Feihong with a deeper meaning in her eyes.

Nangong Feihong said gently: ”Bear with it; I’ll use tweezers to remove the fragments. Rest assured, I’m very skilled at this; when we go climbing, often get hurt, get pierced by fragments, I remove them myself and just bandage it, and it’s nothing.”

Rasha’er looked at Nangong Feihong, surprised that beneath his dashing exterior lay such tenderness.

She nodded: ”I know.”

Nangong Feihong, half-kneeling, disinfected, removed the fragments, applied medicine, and bandaged Rasha’er’s hand.

In the air lingered the smell of alcohol, alongside a trace of sunshine.

Pained, Rasha’er withdrew her hand, as Nangong Feihong lowered his head and blew upon her palm.

Rasha’er remembered when she was little, her father tended to her injuries like this too.

It used to hurt so much, but seemed less painful when her father blew lightly on it, warming her heart.

Now, the cool breath on her hand felt like it hardly hurt at all...

She gazed at Nangong Feihong, a subtle smile tugging at her lips, with a complex stir in her blue eyes.

Her long lashes fluttering lightly.

In the bedroom.

Xia Xiaonuan was heavily thrown onto the spacious bed.

Nangong Yaoling slammed the door shut, ripping off his coat.

The atmosphere became somewhat intense.

Xia Xiaonuan crawled up from the bed: ”Nangong Yaoling, you...”

Nangong Yaoling approached, not waiting for her to finish, leaning forward and blocking her lips.

The hot kiss fiercely engulfed her.

”Mmm...”

The man’s large hands pulled down her jeans’ zipper, without her being prepared, rushed into her body without any prelude.