After I died, the scumbag prince cried down the city wall

Chapter 268 Changing dressing

Li Jingzhao's face changed slightly, and he keenly caught the warning in the words.

Song Yanyi said no more, walked straight past him and entered the Qinzheng Hall.

It was not until late at night that he finished his affairs in the palace and returned to his mansion.

The emperor wanted to invite him to stay in the palace because of his hard work, but he declined on the grounds that he had unfinished chores at home. The emperor then made an exception and opened the palace gate for him at night.

Stepping into Songhe Garden and pushing open the door, he saw her lying on the bed with her back to him. Her thin figure outlined a soft contour in the swaying candlelight, her bare feet gently resting on the embroidered quilt, and the thin silver chain wrapped around her ankles flickered with a soft glow.

His eyes gradually became deeper, maybe it was because they hadn't been close for a long time, or it was the seductive night that made the desolate place in his heart surge faintly.

In fact, Cui Rongrong did not really fall asleep. She noticed his footsteps coming back and wanted to pretend to be asleep to avoid him, but he stayed there unexpectedly. The oppressive feeling like a beast staring at its prey made her feel cold down her spine.

Finally, she couldn't stand this invisible tension anymore and turned over suddenly, only to be confronted with a pair of eyes as deep as the abyss.

Her heartstrings tightened, and she forced herself to sit up, her throat dry: "You're back."

His black eyes were fixed on her, and he pressed forward step by step, like a wolf about to pounce on its prey, with an irresistible momentum.

Cui Rongrong's palms were covered with sweat. His appearance made her turn pale with fear and she instinctively retreated back into the bed.

However, he walked with determination, and in a few steps he reached the bedside, bent down and grabbed the silver chain.

As the chain was pulled, her left foot was slowly pulled closer. His cold fingertips followed the chain and touched her slender ankle. With a gentle pull, Cui Rong was dragged to the edge of the bed without any defense.

Suddenly losing her balance, she fell onto the bed unexpectedly, while he knelt on one knee beside the bed, leaning forward, his burning gaze fixed on her soft lips, as if he wanted to kiss her but stopped.

"Go away!"

Cui Rong turned her face to the side and struggled desperately.

At this moment, the beautiful feelings were instantly shattered, and a barely perceptible anger flashed in his eyes.

She was angry and annoyed, and tried to push him away with her hands and feet. With the crisp sound of silver chain, suddenly, her right hand swung out and accidentally hit the old wound on his left chest.

He groaned, and his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp.

She was frightened by his terrifying aura, and her eyes, which were smart but slightly rebellious, were now filled with only fear, and she no longer dared to move.

But deep down in his heart, he felt an indescribable irritation and even hoped that she would continue to resist.

He finally let go of her hand, sat quietly on the edge of the bed, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his inner turmoil.

Cui Rongrong climbed up in panic and moved as far away from him as possible, but the chains on her feet restricted her range of movement.

He looked at her coldly, his voice carrying a chill that could not be refused: "Change the medicine for me."

There was even more resentment in Cui Rong's eyes, and she didn't move at all, as if she was hoping that he would suffer the consequences of his actions. How could she be willing to treat his wounds?

"Either change the medicine or we continue in another way. It's your choice."

His words were harsh, but there was no impatience in his eyes. He just waited quietly for her response.

Finally, her tone softened: "Where is the medicine?"

He stood up slowly, taking long and steady steps, and walked to the quaint museum shelf. He gently reached out his hand and took down the old medicine box that seemed to have a sense of history.

He held the medicine box carefully in his palm and gently placed it on the soft bed. His movements were filled with indescribable delicacy and tenderness.

Then he turned around, his eyes like a warm spring breeze, slowly locking onto her, as if he wanted to imprint her figure deeply in his eyes.

Cui Rongrong felt the gaze and her steps moved slowly involuntarily, as if every step was stepping on her soft heartstrings.

There were only two dim candles in the room, swaying gracefully. Although the light was dim, it outlined the subtle atmosphere between the two people.

As the distance got closer, she suddenly discovered that the left collar of his shirt had been stained with deep red blood. The bright color was like a flower of sin blooming on the collar, which made her heart tighten.

She couldn't help but feel guilty, worrying that her previous careless behavior had caused his wound to reopen.

This guilt was mixed with a hint of inexplicable comfort, as if his injury gave her a reason to get closer to him.

She raised her head, and her eyes accidentally met his dark pupils. Her heart suddenly contracted, fearing that he could see through the secret in her heart. She hurriedly lowered her head, hiding her panic with the corner of her eyes, and whispered, "Take off your clothes, I'll help you check the wound."

However, Song Yanyi sat still like a rock, his face calm and without any sign of taking any action.

Cui Rong secretly bit her lower lip, finally made up her mind, and began to help him take off his clothes.

Her fingers were gentle and deft. She first untied the smooth leather belt around his waist, and then unbuttoned the delicate buttons on his robe one by one.

The outer robe was slowly taken off, revealing the inner clothes, but it was seen that the underwear was tightly stuck to the wound. This scene made people feel both distressed and anxious.

Song Yanyi lowered his eyes, quietly gazing at the busy woman in front of him. Her silky hair occasionally brushed against his neck, bringing an imperceptible itch and quietly stirring up gentle ripples in his heart.

She was so focused and a little clumsy that she seemed extremely cute in his eyes, and his heart softened involuntarily.

The moment she suddenly looked up, her eyes as bright as stars met his. He seemed to be touched by something and his heart skipped a beat.

He quickly turned his face away, not wanting her to notice the embarrassment and hesitation that flashed across his eyes.

"The clothes are stuck to the wound, so it might be painful when they are separated."

There was a hint of worry in her voice as it gently reached his ears.

He simply responded with a "hmm", his voice deep and magnetic.

Cui Rongrong lowered her eyes again and continued to work with her fingers, carefully helping him take off his underwear.

Her movements were extremely gentle. She was fully focused on minimizing the friction on his wound, but she didn't notice that her fingertips occasionally brushed across his solid and warm chest, causing a strange electric current that made his whole body tremble slightly. Only the pain from the wound barely suppressed the sudden strange feeling.

She concentrated on treating his wounds. As the night darkened, the world under candlelight became hazy and warm.

In order to see more clearly, she involuntarily moved closer, and the warm breath gently brushed across his chest, causing him to groan.

Her movements suddenly stopped and she looked at him in confusion.

His expression changed slightly, and he seemed a little unhappy: "Be gentle."