Chapter 84: A Hand Reaches Out

A stream of gentle warmth flowed swiftly from his wrist, coursing through every limb and bone. Yan Yichen was briefly startled; his heart seemed to skip a beat, suddenly thrown into disarray, pounding wildly and irregularly. Meng Yier had already stood up to fetch the medical kit, but when she didn’t hear his reply, she looked over in confusion.

“Yan Yichen, where do you keep the medical kit?”

Yan Yichen regained his composure, smiled faintly, and his cool voice carried a note of pleasure.

“In the first cabinet on your right.”

Meng Yier quickly returned with the medical kit, found cotton swabs, iodine, and bandages inside, and laid them out on the coffee table.

“Give me your hand.”

Once again, she knelt by his feet, issuing a gentle command.

Dipping a cotton swab in iodine, she took his injured wrist in her other hand and gently applied the antiseptic to the wound.

So tender.

So cautious.

Yan Yichen raised an eyebrow, feeling the coolness and slight sting.

But neither was as intense as the stirrings in his heart.

It felt as if his heart had been struck hard, restless and turbulent.

“Does it hurt?”

Meng Yier, head bowed, carefully applied the medicine, waiting for it to dry before repeating the process. Her gaze, fixed on the wound, was filled with a tenderness she herself was unaware of.

“Not at all…”

Yan Yichen’s pleasant voice echoed above her.

“It’s already a bit inflamed. You need to apply it several times and disinfect it thoroughly.”

“Alright.”

Meng Yier replaced the cotton swab and continued her careful ministrations.

Watching her now, so obedient and gentle, Yan Yichen felt his mood soar, his lips and brows suffused with a smile.

His gaze lowered; her dark hair, soft as mist, spread across her slender shoulders. Her petite, pale face was delicate and refined, a gentle grace lingering between her brows.

She kept her eyes downcast, long lashes trembling like feathers. No makeup adorned her, yet her lips were softly parted, reminiscent of blooming crabapple—overly serene and peaceful.

His gaze inevitably drifted lower.

She wore the white dress he had bought for her; the neckline wasn’t large, but the V-shape, combined with her leaning forward, revealed a swath of pale skin. The fullness of her chest, accentuated by her movements, was almost entirely in view, and her exquisite collarbones rose and fell with each breath.

Yan Yichen’s breath caught abruptly, a dark light flickering in his deep eyes.

He quickly looked away, flustered.

Damn it!

His self-control always crumbled before her.

Yan Yichen swore to himself that, when buying her clothes in the future, he would be exceedingly careful. Such beauty was meant for him alone.

Other men should never even dream of it.

After a moment to compose himself, his gaze returned to her face, resuming its usual calm.

Yet deep within, the waves still surged.

“All done…”

Having finished cleaning the wound, Meng Yier took a bandage and carefully pressed it over the injury.

“Thank you for today. If not for me, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt…”

“This isn’t your fault.”

Yan Yichen’s lazy voice carried a hint of husky sensuality.

Meng Yier stood, tidied the medical kit, and said, “No matter what, thank you.”

She closed the kit, then suddenly turned and looked earnestly into his eyes.

“Oh, and before your wound scabs over, don’t let it get wet, alright?”

Yan Yichen nodded with a smile.

“And another thing—don’t eat spicy food. Spicy food will irritate the wound and slow healing. If you need to bathe, try to hold off for two days until it scabs. If your wound hadn’t gotten wet today, it wouldn’t have become inflamed. Remember that…”

Yan Yichen’s dark eyes watched her, his gaze lingering on her lips as she rambled on.