Lucky Pregnancy & Sweet Marriage: Hubby, Please Turn Off the Lights!

Hong Yuche stood in front of the bedroom door, raised his hand, stopped for a few seconds, and then let it go.

The door was quiet, he wasn't sure what He Yi was doing inside.

This is his extremely concealed property in City C. The reason why he said it was concealed is that no one would have expected that Hong Jiache would buy such a small, ordinary one-bedroom.

However, the traffic here is convenient, easy to conceal, and easy to evacuate. It is really an excellent information transfer point.

Hong Yuche hadn't thought of exposing some of his layout in City C too early, but now he had to disrupt the rhythm because of the appearance of He Yi.

"Kiki, do you need my help?"

After thinking about it, he asked aloud.

For a long while, there was no response.

Unconsciously, Hong Yuche was taking a deep breath, and was about to turn around, the door lock opened with a click.

"Come in and give me a medicine." In the middle of the night, He Yi's voice was a little muffled, like the voice of a sick person who has a high fever.

Hong Yuche didn't dare to look randomly.

He Yi turned around after opening the door, her back completely exposed in front of his eyes.

She wears a shirt, but she wears it backwards.

There are many wounds on the back, and there is a mark in the middle, which seems to be scratched by shrapnel.

"Here," she pointed to the medicine cabinet, "will you take medicine?"

Don't know if it was an illusion, Hong Yuche could hear fatigue and weakness in her voice.

This shouldn't be hers.

He sat down on her back, "Yes."

After saying this, his throat rolled unconsciously.

Use alcohol to wipe off the blood on the back and clean the wound.

He Yi should be in pain, but she was a little impatient, "Hurry up, don't look like a woman."

"Doesn't it hurt?" He asked her. Every time the cotton swab was dropped, he could see her body trembling. She didn't call it pain, but his heart hurts like something stabbed.

There were other scars on her back, which were not obvious, but they were old wounds.

"These years, how are you...how?" He tried to talk to her to distract himself a little.

The lines on her back were so graceful that he thought of the elegant cheetah.

"Very good." Her answer has always been concise.

Such a cold temperament did not change much.

Hong Yuche smiled unconsciously, "Okay, I'll bandage you. Tonight you have to sleep on your side and don't touch the wound."

"No," He Yi raised his hand, lifted a corner of her shirt, and showed him her waist. "I got hurt on both sides. I could only sleep on my stomach."

Hong Yuche suffocated his breath.

It's not that she saw anything, but that her actions are so...reminiscent.

No, it's not how her actions are, it's that he is unkind.

He couldn't stand a bit of wind and grass now, and felt like a wooden stick burned in a fire, ready to be broken at any time because of burning.

"Why... suffered so many injuries?" He asked, wondering how dull his voice became.

"No matter how fast people are, they can't be as fast as guns," she replied lightly. "But Duma probably wanted to capture me alive. He just pierced me with an anesthesia gun. The rest were bruises when I was hiding."

When Hong Yuche listened to her, he felt like he was sinking to the bottom of the water, his ears seemed to be covered by something, his vision was a little blurred, and ghosts were about to appear before his eyes.

But somehow he bandaged her wound.

Then I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He felt that he couldn't stay here any longer and wanted to go, but his feet seemed to be frozen again.