Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Sitting by Gu Yusheng, Qin Zhi’ai stared at his hand in the glove compartment for a while. She reached out her hand to rummage in it and found a lighter, then passed it to him.

He seemed a bit confounded, then took it, but when he was about to light the cigarette in his mouth, he suddenly remembered that she had coughed slightly when he had smoked in the car before, so he stopped in the middle of lighting it.

What a troublemaker… Gu Yusheng murmured in his head. Then he turned his head to spit the cigarette between his lips into the glove compartment, threw the lighter randomly into it. and moved his eyes to the road again.

Gu Yusheng was quite calm, but Qin Zhi’ai was worried about him and couldn’t help moving her eyes to the wound on his shoulder.

The fresh red blood kept oozing out from the wound. His shirt was drenched in blood, and the smell was spreading through the car.

After staring at the wound for a long time, Qin Zhi’ai still couldn’t help moving her lips and breaking the silence in the car, “We should go to the hospital.”

Like the last time, he still didn’t respond to her.

Just when Qin Zhi’ai thought she would be ignored again, Gu Yusheng turned his head and glanced at her in the mirror.

A sense of nervousness arouse in her heart after she saw that.

I don’t get along well with him, so except when he’s losing his temper, he barely speaks to me or even treats me like I’m visible. But I talked to him so much today, will that irritate him? Plus, he was wounded because of me…

While Qin Zhi’ai was trembling in fear and nervousness, Gu Yusheng responded, “No need.”

His tone was calm, without any anger. Qin Zhi’ai was surprised, so she turned her head to look at him again. But he wasn’t looking at her. He stared directly in front of him and added, “Just a little cut.”

A little cut? With so much blood, is that really a little cut? Why is he understating it? If he didn’t react that quickly, that wound would have been on me now!

Although Qin Zhi’ai didn’t dare expect too much when Gu Yusheng had risked his own life to save her, she still became flustered with emotion.

She pressed her lips together, eyes downcast. After a very short silence, she started asking again in a low voice, “But what if it gets infected?”

Gu Yusheng didn’t respond.

Qin Zhi’ai still wanted to persuade him, but she wasn’t sure if he was angry, since she had caused him such trouble, and he probably still loathed her as usual.

After hesitating for a while, she finally gave up and turned her head to look outside the window.

She stared at the streets for a while, then moved her eyes to the side of Gu Yusheng’s face in the mirror secretly.

It seemed that the startling wound didn’t influence him at all, for he looked very calm.

The trees along the two sides of the street grew green and lavish. While the car drove on, a few rays of light shone on his face occasionally, making him look charming and elegant, like a man in a painting.

…

When the car had just made it into the driveway, the housekeeper inside heard the noise and ran out.

The housekeeper opened the car door when the car had just stopped. After she saw Qin Zhi’ai in there, she uttered a sigh of relief, saying, “Miss, thank god, you’re back.”

Qin Zhi’ai smiled at the housekeeper regretfully, but she didn’t get up, instead turning her head to look at Gu Yusheng.

With her movement, the housekeeper finally saw the blood-drenched shirt on Gu Yusheng.