Chapter 1647 - You Can Cry If It Hurts (1/2)

“Get lost!” Mo Fei shouted. Blood started to seep out from her chest, staining her pajamas red.

Qian Yikun’s mother clutched at her own chest as she pointed at Mo Fei. Then, before she s.h.i.+fted her gaze to look at Qian Yikun.

At this instant, Qian Yikun’s gaze landed squarely on Mo Fei’s bleeding chest. He strode over and carried her to the bedroom in his arms. “Xin Ya, send them away.”

“Qian Yikun!” screamed Huang Jiaojiao with her hand still covering her face.

Qian Yikun’s mother was so infuriated that her body started to tremble. Her son, who had always been filial, actually chased her away?

Xin Ya shuddered as she looked at the two women before her. She did not dare to chase them away. Instead, she waited for them to take their own leave.

Qian Yikun returned Mo Fei to her room and kicked the door shut. He carried Mo Fei to the bed and put her down. Then, he retrieved the first aid kit from the bedside drawer.

Mo Fei lay in bed. She felt the searing pain from her chest wound that tore open, but only second to the satisfaction that she felt.

Qian Yikun reached out to unb.u.t.ton her pajamas.

“What are you doing?” Mo Fei’s voice trembled uncontrollably from the pain. She reached out and grabbed Qian Yikun’s wrist tightly.

Qian Yikun swung her hand away without any pity.

Perhaps, more accurately, this anger that he could not put a finger on frustrated him. Did this woman not have a single shred of appreciation for her life at all?

He and Gu Juexi had risked offending Ye Cong to save her life, yet it did not seem like she knew how to cherish it. That was why he was so angry.

Mo Fei uttered a string of profanities due to the pain she felt. Meanwhile, Qian Yikun had already unb.u.t.toned her pajamas. Due to her injury, she was not wearing any undergarments. Even then, the sheer amount of blood-stained dressing that was plastered all over her chest looked rather horrifying.

Mo Fei had a good figure, but it was a pity that Qian Yikun was in no mood to pay attention to those two on her chest. He bent down and hovered above her. Then, he reached out and started removing the bandage from the back. He slowly unfurled the bandage. The gauze dressing underneath the bandage was completely drenched in blood.

Qian Yikun frowned. It was as if someone had torn open his chest—he was overwhelmed by a wave of pain. A wave of sourness overwhelmed his nose.