The Regent's Tender Darling

It wasn't until the sound of the door closing was heard again that Lin Jiaojiao finally came back to her senses, staggering and threw herself to the bedside.

She quickly went to hold Yan Sihan's hand. It was so cold, ice without any temperature, and the tears she was holding back in her eyes collapsed instantly.

"Yan Sihan...how are you?" Every word was trembling, which proved how worried and scared she was.

The man took his hand out of hers and covered her hair without any pearls. Finally, he touched her cheek and gently wiped the warm tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.

"Don't be afraid, I am fine."

Lin Jiaojiao sniffed, then looked at the ribbon in her hand, and quickly pulled her head out.

Seeing this, Yan Sihan propped up the bed with his hands and sat up with his whole body.

The edge of the ointment on the chest also oozed blood due to this action, flowing down like a thin stream.

"Don't move!" She quickly put down the ribbon, fished out the handkerchief from the water that was already turning light red, wrung it out, and quickly wiped the perfectly defined abdomen.

Finally, he picked up the ribbon and started to bandage his wound.

She had also bandaged Yan Sihan's wounds in her previous life, so she was very skilled. However, in her previous life, she was always reluctant and heavy-handed.

Yan Sihan cooperated with her every move, and she carefully circled the silk ribbon around him, as if they were embracing each other.

She could even feel his breath tickling her ears, but she didn't pay much attention to it.

During the bandaging process, neither of them spoke. She bandaged it for him carefully and he focused on her eyebrows.

Everything seemed quiet and peaceful.

After bandaging, Lin Jiaojiao put down the remaining ribbons and tidied up the things beside the bed very virtuously.

He opened the basin and put the bloody and torn clothes on the ground on a chair aside.

The bedside was not as messy as before.

Yan Sihan leaned against the bed and quietly watched her do these things that she had never done before.

There was a bit of gloom in his eyes, and his Jiaojiao seemed to have... changed again.

From being clinging to him at the beginning, to hating him later, to now deliberately hiding his emotions and anger, and doing things more calmly than before.

He prefers this girl to cry whenever she wants, laugh whenever she wants, and look carefree.

After asking the maid to take away the extra things from the room, Lin Jiaojiao walked to the bed and sat down, pulled out the quilt and covered the man carefully.

The originally worried eyes were now more careless, and his thoughts seemed to be flying to the sky.

She was thinking, who will assassinate Yan Sihan now? This is completely different from what happened in the previous life.

The wound was above the heart. Yan Sihan must have reacted in time to hide when the hidden arrow came. Otherwise, if the arrow hit the heart, he would definitely die!

She didn't understand some of the things, so she looked at the man and asked, "Yan Sihan, where were you stabbed? By whom?"

This attitude is very similar to that of the judge in Dali Temple.

Yan Sihan did not speak immediately, his face as cold and handsome as Han Feng looked a little paler than before.

He raised his hand, touched her cheek with his cold fingertips, and smoothed the center of her eyebrows with his fingertips.

Caught off guard, she was brought into his arms by a huge force.

For fear of touching his wounds, she didn't dare to move!

The man was lying down, but now he turned to her side, and one hand completely restrained her waist, making her unable to move for a while.

"Yan Sihan!" The panic on her face gradually calmed down, and then she changed into a look of warmth and anger.

At first, she was afraid and worried, but later she realized that fear was useless.

The enemy is in the dark and I am in the light. This kind of thing is what really scares her! So she wanted to know.

"Be good and let me hold you for a while." The man said and patted her back comfortingly.

Such a voice was so calm and gentle that she wanted to indulge in it for a moment.

He relaxed his body and rested his head on the man's uninjured chest. After a while, he raised his face and looked up.

Yan Sihan lowered his eyebrows and looked at her gently. Their eyes met, and she actually felt a little palpitated.

Carefully taking her hands out of his arms and covering the man's beautiful cheeks, she said in a soft voice: "Yan Sihan, tell me, okay?"