Chapter 44: It Depends on Who's Watching When You Cry Out in Pain

As soon as Xu Shu had left, Bo Yanqing personally shut the door.

With a “crack,” the lollipop in her mouth shattered into pieces.

Nan Jiaojiao stared blankly at the man walking towards her, feeling a toothache for the first time.

“Doctor Xu has already treated my injuries.”

Nan Jiaojiao watched him unscrew the cap and reminded him.

Bo Yanqing glanced at her, his eyes devoid of emotion, and briskly stepped forward, lifting her skirt.

The cool breeze crept up her thighs, the thin fabric rubbing painfully, and instinctively, Nan Jiaojiao moved her feet closer together.

However, a large hand pressed on her knee, pinning her in place.

She had hidden it until now, but it had still been discovered.

The coldness in Bo Yanqing’s dark eyes deepened.

His breath seemed to cut off, and he exhaled heavily, “You really do endure well.”

His voice was mocking and thorny, low as if burrowing into her ear.

Nan Jiaojiao’s body shivered, “It—it doesn’t hurt.”

“Say that again?” Bo Yanqing threatened her, his face tight.

She dared not and quietly glanced at the wound between her legs.

A red patch, threadlike, similar to a scrape.

She wasn’t wearing riding gear or any protective equipment, and unfortunately, she was wearing a skirt.

The friction from gripping the horse inevitably caused wounds.

The ointment was for application, and Bo Yanqing didn’t use a cotton swab; he just dabbed his fingers directly on her wound.

At first, she could bear it, but when he touched a more severe spot, pain shot through her.

“Uncle, be gentle, it hurts.”

Bo Yanqing was squatting in front of her, his ointment-bearing hand resting on her bent knee.

At her words, he grimly pulled at the corner of his mouth, “You are like a block of wood, and even you feel pain?”

“Whether it hurts depends on whose presence I’m in.”

His hand paused, then forcefully jabbed the wound.

“Uncle!” She cried out in pain.

“Stop acting coquettish with me; it won’t work.”

Bo Yanqing’s expression was as cold as King Yan’s and gradually grew irate; however, after his temper flared, listening to her cry out in pain actually made him the one who felt bad.

He unconsciously eased the pressure of his hands a lot.

After he finished applying the ointment, he gently fanned her with his hand.

Carelessly mocking, “Shen Shichu left you and just walked away, do you even weigh anything in her heart?”

Nan Jiaojiao looked up to the ceiling.

Um…

The ceiling was blank, lit only by a single circular lamp.

The light it cast was not very strong, a warm orange halo outlining a halo around her hair, illuminating her slightly upturned nose with a faint cold light.

She thought to herself, Doctor Xu is really simple.

Thinking this, she began to ponder Bo Yanqing’s attitude.

Lacking experience in emotional matters, she decided to humbly ask for his advice, “Excuse me, Uncle, are you currently mad at Shen Shichu?”

Bo Yanqing seemed stunned for a moment.

He was still squatting, and when he lifted his head, his gaze met Nan Jiaojiao’s downturned eyes.

She was sitting, supporting herself with her hands on the edge of the bed, a lollipop in her mouth, the white stick moving back and forth from one corner of her mouth to the other.

His eyes darkened, he snatched the lollipop from her, the sugar mostly dissolved, leaving only a little bit of the sugary residue.

“What am I mad about?

Don’t project your feelings onto me.”

So, was he angry or not?

Before Nan Jiaojiao could take a closer look, Bo Yanqing had already stood up, packed the ointment into his bag, and instead of handing it to her, carried it himself.

It looked like he was leaving.

Nan Jiaojiao stood up as well and asked, “Then should I fix things up, help you vent your anger?”