An Mubing looked down at Yan Yihan without blinking, there was no obvious anger on his face, but she felt that he was unhappy.

Trembling and stretching out his hand, Yan Yihan wanted to take a look at An Mubing's injured left shoulder, but he was one step ahead of her and rolled over on the bed.

He pursed his thin lips, his eyes didn't look at her, Yan Yihan suddenly panicked, and the fear in her heart was crazy breeding, she was afraid of An Mubing, afraid that he would become the same again.

Straightening up, Yan Yihan looked sideways at An Mubing, with a crying voice, she whispered, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to ......"

An Mubing still didn't speak, his eyes glancing away.

Suddenly, a mixture of sourness and grievances poured out, Yan Yihan's nose was sour, and tears flowed out.

Hearing Yan Yihan's low sobs, An Mubing finally turned his face and looked at her with her head down, and the quilt on her chest was full of round water marks, he couldn't help frowning, "I didn't scold you, why are you crying?!"

An Mubing didn't say anything, but as soon as he spoke, Yan Yihan cried even more happily.

didn't want An Mubing to see her tears, but the tears flowed out uncontrollably, Yan Yihan lowered his head, reached out and kept wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

An Mubing couldn't help but say, "Hey!"

Yan Yihan's body trembled, looking at him with big teary eyes, An Mubing was a little crying and laughing, reaching out to hold her hand, he said loudly, "What are you afraid of? I didn't say anything about you!"

Yan Yihan's tears were about to rise again, An Mubing frowned and said, "Don't cry, I'm going to lose my temper if I cry again!"

Yan Yihan didn't know if An Mubing was serious or joking, in short, her tears were rolling in her eyes, but she didn't dare to shed them.

An Mubing looked at her, feeling distressed, his voice was faint, and he said loudly, "You didn't cry so much before, what's wrong with you lately?"

His words seemed to be gossip, but Yan Yihan's heart skipped a beat, yes, she has been crying frequently to him recently, the reason is very simple, sometimes a woman's forehead tears can solve a lot of things.

"I'm scared ......"

Yan Yihan lowered his head slightly, and said nono.

She heard An Mubing's low sigh, and he strained his hand slightly, trying to get her closer to him.

Yan Yihan didn't resist much this time, reached out to take the sheet between the two, and she nestled obediently into his arms.

An Mubing hugged Yan Yihan, stretched out his hand to caress the top of her soft hair, he seemed to be talking to himself, and said lightly, "Sometimes I really don't understand you, I'm not bad for you, why are you always so afraid of me?"

Yan Yihan pressed her face against his chest, the smell of men emanating from his body between her noses, she breathed greedily, blinked her long eyelashes, and she whispered, "Why are you good to me?"

In fact, this is what Yan Yihan has always wanted to ask, there are so many women in the world who are better looking than her, better than her, and much better than her, why does An Mubing want to take a fancy to her?

An Mubing's big hand on his head stopped, he didn't answer, and the room fell silent for a while.

Yan Yihan secretly regretted it in her heart, why did she ask angrily for a while? She just had to play the role he needed obediently, this made An Mubing unhappy for no reason, and it was not she who suffered in the end!

Sure enough, after An Mubing heard Yan Yihan ask, his expression began to turn cold, and he withdrew the arm around Yan Yihan's neck, he got up and put on his clothes, and said without looking back, "Sometimes you think too much!"

With that, he left the room without looking back.

Yan Yihan was lying on the big bed alone, there was still a good smell left on An Mubing's body on the pillow, she closed her eyes, and the tentacles were still a little warm, but she knew that this trace of warmth would become cold sooner or later.

An Mubing's moodiness, Yan Yihan had already experienced it, but she didn't expect him to really get angry because of an innocuous word, cleaned up the room, and she came downstairs in An Mubing's wide shirt.

An Mubing sat on a gorgeous sofa in the hall, and the family doctor and nurse were bandaging his injured left shoulder.

The doctor removed the bloody gauze and said in a low voice, "Young master, it may hurt a little when you take the medicine for a while, do you want to give you anesthetic?"

Yan Yihan stood at the top of the stairs, hearing this, she hurriedly stepped forward a few steps, and when she saw his gunshot wound for the first time, she was startled, subconsciously reached out to cover her mouth, and took a small step back.

An Mubing frowned slightly, didn't raise his eyes to look at Yan Yihan, he just said lukewarmly, "If you can't see it, go back upstairs!"

Yan Yihan didn't seem to hear it, she just looked at the wound on his left shoulder without blinking, the gun's eye was not big, but the affected area was not small, a circle about five centimeters in diameter, and the surrounding skin was blurred with flesh and blood, just saying that An Mubing didn't let her see it, it turned out that she always thought that her psychological tolerance was very strong, but now it seems that ......

didn't see Yan Yihan move for a long time, An Mubing finally couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at her, her eyes were red, like a little rabbit.

Suddenly feeling irritable in his heart, An Mubing looked at Yan Yihan and said, "Why are you standing here stupidly, hurry up upstairs!"

After speaking, he opened his eyes, he didn't want Yan Yihan to see him like this.

Yan Yihan slowly put down the hand covering her mouth, raised her eyes to look at the doctor, she held back her tears, and said in a trembling voice, "Doctor, how is Mr. An's injury?"

Why did his wound not heal after so many days? If she had known that this was the case, she would not have touched his wound if she had beaten him.

When the doctor heard Yan Yihan's question, he looked at the wound, and then replied, "That's the case, gunshot wounds are not as difficult to heal as ordinary knife wounds, and they are ......."

And what? Yan Yihan's eyes immediately widened.

The doctor lowered his head slightly, didn't look at An Mubing, nor looked at Yan Yihan, coughed embarrassedly, and he whispered, "It's best not to do things between men and women frequently during this time, it will tear open the wound ......"

Yan Yihan's eyes widened, and it took three seconds to react, even her neck and face were red, she was a little at a loss, embarrassed and didn't know what to say or do.

An Mubing turned his face and met Yan Yihan's self-conscious gaze, his mood suddenly changed a lot, and he said loudly, "You change the medicine, I don't need to take anesthetic!"

The doctor nodded in agreement, and then began to change An Mubing's dressing.

Yan Yihan saw the whole process, when the doctor crushed the white pill into pieces and sprinkled it on An Mubing's wound, he didn't even frown, but the fine cold sweat on the corner of his forehead betrayed him It was actually very painful.

Rewrapped the gauze, the doctor packed up the medicine box, and said to An Mubing, "Young master, be careful not to touch the wound again!"

An Mubing didn't answer, just nodded slightly.

The doctor picked up the medicine box and straightened up, and said to Yan Yihan, "Miss Yan, then I'll go first!"

Yan Yihan smiled awkwardly at him and said, "Thank you!"

Was she too careful? She always felt that the doctor looked at her strangely, with a hint of obvious meaning.