With this in mind, Xia Xingcheng got up and walked directly upstairs.
She was about to walk to her room, but before she could open the door, there was a sudden sound behind her, and before she could react, she was suddenly dragged into the next room by someone.
Xia Xingcheng knew that it was Sheng Yeting's room.
After gaining this knowledge, Xia Xingcheng didn't feel much fear in his heart. Instead, he struggled a little and then gave up.
Because Xia Xingcheng could clearly feel Sheng Yeting holding her hand, she was worried that her hand would be broken if she struggled too hard.
Entering the room, Sheng Yeting saw her hand let go.
Xia Xingcheng had just gained a little freedom, and before she had time to complain, Sheng Yeting directly grabbed her injured hand and placed it in front of him.
"What happened to your hand?"
Sheng Yeting frowned and asked directly in a deep voice.
Because of the pain, Xia Xingcheng's whole face couldn't help but tangled together. She couldn't help holding her hands and struggling: "It hurts, please be gentle, be gentle."
Sheng Yeting did relax a little, but he still had no intention of letting go. His sharp eyes like an eagle couldn't help but stare at Xia Xingcheng.
"Tell me, what happened to your hand?"
Under his intense gaze, Xia Xingcheng couldn't help but feel secretly frightened, knowing that there was no way he could hide anything from Sheng Yeting.
So she had no choice but to explain casually: "I accidentally got it today. It's nothing serious. Just rest and rest."
Xia Xingcheng tried her best to make her tone sincere. Seeing that Sheng Yeting still didn't speak even though she had already explained, she couldn't help but asked tentatively: "Well, can you let me go now that I said?"
The expression on Sheng Yeting's face remained unmoved. He shook his head and said, "No, you are not telling the truth. I won't let you go."
Now, Xia Xingcheng was unwilling. She couldn't help but pull her hand out of Sheng Yeting's and said angrily: "Since you already know, why do you still ask me?"
Sheng Yeting raised his eyebrows and chuckled, then chuckled and said, "You still want to hide this little thing from me? Do you think you can do it yourself?"
Knowing that Sheng Yeting probably knew about what happened between her and Song Yang during the day, Xia Xingcheng simply stopped hiding it, "I'm not hiding it from you. Since you know everything, you should understand that I have taken care of it." Yes."
Hasn't that Song Yang learned the lesson he deserves now? She feels that she has handled it well.
Thinking like this, Xia Xingcheng was about to say something more, but she didn't expect that Sheng Yeting directly pinched her injured hand. A dangerous light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Take care of it. Yes, this is how you deal with it, and you hurt your hand like this?"
Xia Xingcheng didn't want to, and said flatly: "It's okay, the injury is not serious, it will be fine after a night."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sheng Yeting snorted coldly: "Isn't the injury serious?"
"Then you think it's heavy only if it weighs a lot. Does it count as heavy if it takes up your whole hand?"
Xia Xingcheng didn't want to hear this, and was about to refute some of his fallacies. Before she could say anything, Sheng Yeting pulled her to the sofa in the room and sat down.
"Sit here and wait."
There was no doubt about his attitude. After saying this, he turned around and left.
Xia Xingcheng didn't know why and wanted to ask, but she saw that Sheng Yeting had already disappeared.
After a while, Sheng Yeting came over with a tube of ointment in his hand and gestured to Xia Xingcheng: "Stretch out your hand."
Xia Xingcheng knew that he was going to give her medicine, and she felt a strange feeling in her heart, but she didn't shirk it and stretched out her hand.
Sheng Yeting's palms felt icy and cold, which made Xia Xingcheng's injured hand tremble slightly, and her heart could not help but skip a beat.
Sheng Yeting's pressure was very light, and the cool touch on her fingertips combined with the cold feeling of the ointment really healed the injured area on her hand.
After a while, Sheng Yeting applied the ointment and gently put Xia Xingcheng's wrist aside. Although his voice still sounded a little angry, it was much softer than before.
"It's already healed. Don't lift heavy objects these days. It'll be fine in a few days."
Sheng Yeting did not forget to explain carefully on the side, and the tenderness in his eyebrows seemed to be about to melt away.
Facing Sheng Yeting like this, Xia Xingcheng couldn't help but feel the warmth overflowing in her heart more and more.
Then she thought of a possibility and couldn't help but chuckled and asked him: "Ye Ting, are you caring about me when you are like this?"
Sheng Yeting raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but look closer to Xia Xingcheng, "Why, do I care what's wrong with my wife?"
Sheng Yeting always said this title of his wife so easily recently, which made Xia Xingcheng's heart freeze again.
Her face was a little flushed, and she suddenly didn't dare to look at Sheng Yeting's expression at this time, so she didn't say much.
For a long time, neither of them said anything, and the room became unusually quiet.
Xia Xingcheng waited for a while and was about to open her mouth to break the awkwardness. When she raised her head, she suddenly caught someone's sight.
Before she could react, Sheng Yeting had already walked to her side and hugged her directly.
Xia Xingcheng exclaimed, "Ye Ting, where are you taking me?"
As expected, Sheng Yeting did not answer, but carried Xia Xingcheng directly to his room.
Xia Xingcheng rarely came to his room. Everything in the room was dark, even the quilt was black, making the whole room look particularly cold and ascetic.
But because of Xia Xingcheng's presence, it seemed to add a different atmosphere to this room, which was slightly ambiguous.
As if treating a treasure, Sheng Yeting gently placed her on his big bed.
The bed was so soft that Xia Xingcheng didn't feel much discomfort when she lay on it.
Coupled with Sheng Yeting's gentle movements, it only took a second for Xia Xingcheng to sink in, and then the good smell of Sheng Yeting lingered on Xia Xingcheng's nose.
No wonder the smell always smells so good. It turns out that there is fine incense burning in this room.
For a moment, Xia Xingcheng felt a little intoxicated, but she still maintained her final clarity. She couldn't help but said, "Ye Ting, I haven't taken a shower yet. Can you let me take a shower?"
This was somewhat embarrassing to say, but what made her even more embarrassed was what Sheng Yeting said next.
"Don't worry, I'll wash it for you in a while."
(End of chapter)