Chapter 546: You Scared Me

Mo Tingshen pushed open the door with one hand, gripping the doorknob tightly, yet despite his urgency, he didn’t make a sound.

When he left, he only left the floor lamp by the door on; now the warm light of the bedside lamp was on, spreading down and covering the bed.

There was a scent of blood in the air.

Not like before, but fresh.

Chu Yao was sitting up against the headboard, her face pale as she looked at a fruit knife in her hand.

“Xiao Yao!”

Mo Tingshen strode over.

“Brother—”

Chu Yao’s body shook slightly, as if she had pulled at her wound, wincing in pain, but when she saw him, she smiled, “You scared me.”

Mo Tingshen’s breathing eased a bit, and his steps slowed as he moved to sit by the bed.

He didn’t stare directly but glanced lightly at the knife in her hand with his peripheral vision.

“When did you wake up?”

“Just now.”

Chu Yao shifted, leaning toward him.

Mo Tingshen moved closer as well.

Chu Yao: “Hug me.”

He stiffened all over, his breathing skipped a beat as he looked down at her, the light spreading from her forehead, casting shadows through her long lashes onto her cheeks and nose, her small mouth pursed neatly—there wasn’t any sign of aggression about her.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Chu Yao didn’t speak, and tried to move closer.

This time Mo Tingshen did not hesitate and gently pulled her into his embrace.

He held her with one arm, the hand cradling her back, the other resting on his knee.

Upon closer inspection, he seemed a bit unsure of what to do with his hands.

Once Chu Yao was in his arms, she felt almost weightless, burying herself against his chest, unmoving, just like when she was little and would wake up from nightmares, hugging her pillow as she came to his room to find him.

He would make room for her on the bed, and once she lay down, she wouldn’t move or sleep, staring blankly at the ceiling.

She feared that any movement would annoy him and he would send her away.

Tingshen’s heart softened, and he asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

Chu Yao’s eyes were vacant, and after a pause, a weak voice emerged: “I woke up and was all alone, I was a little scared.”

Mo Tingshen gently stroked her back.

She was so small that he could encompass her completely with his bent arm.

“I’m here, I just took a shower.

Did your wound open up?

Let me see.”

The man’s hand on her shoulder pressed down a few times, signaling her to pull back from his embrace.

Chu Yao, obediently, lifted her sleeve for him to see but lacked the strength to lift it all the way, “Help me with this.”

Mo Tingshen nodded, rolling up the sleeve in circles, “Where is it?”

“Here,”

Chu Yao pointed in the general direction.

Just as he was about to push the sleeve up to her shoulder, he caught sight of a black spot on her arm, and his expression suddenly changed.

Chu Yao let out a sighing laugh, “Damn it hurts.”

When Mo Li was giving her an injection, she refused to cooperate.

She struggled with all her might, the needle went crooked at first.

While she was held down by the bodyguard, the needle went in again, her arm muscles were so tense that it was hard for the needle to penetrate; they ended up forcing the medication in.

It resulted in a swollen, painful, and inflamed puncture site.

She remembered someone even cut her arm at that time.

So she couldn’t even tell which wound was causing the pain.

“Where did you bandage the blood?” She even had the presence of mind to ask.

Despite the pain that was making her head sweat, her voice sounded faint.

“I’ll get the medical kit, you rest for a while,”

Mo Tingshen inhaled deeply, stood up, and left.

He quickly returned with the medical supplies Xu Shu had left behind.

Sitting back on the edge of the bed and careful not to hurt Chu Yao’s wound with any sudden movement, he supported her arm with his hand and began to cut open the bandage with scissors.