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Just as she was about to walk to her own room, before she could open the door, a clear sound rang out from behind her. Before she could react, a person pulled her into the next room.    

Xia Xingcheng knew that it was Sheng Yeting's room.    

After gaining this understanding, Xia Xingcheng didn't feel much fear. She only struggled slightly before giving up on struggling.    

Xia Xingcheng could clearly feel Sheng Yeting holding her hand. She was worried that if she struggled too much, her hand would break.    

When they entered the room, Sheng Yeting saw that she had released her hand.    

Xia Xingcheng had just gained some freedom. Before she could complain, she saw Sheng Yeting directly grab her injured hand and put it in front of her.    

"What happened to your hand?"    

Sheng Yeting frowned and asked in a deep voice.    

Because of the pain, Xia Xingcheng's entire face could not help but scrunch up. She couldn't help but pull on her hands and struggle. Be gentle, be gentle. "    

Sheng Yeting relaxed a little bit, but he still didn't show any signs of letting go. His hawk-like eyes couldn't help but stare at Xia Xingcheng.    

"Tell me, what happened to your hand?"    

Under his focused gaze, Xia Xingcheng couldn't help but be secretly scared. She knew that she couldn't hide anything from Sheng Yeting.    

Thus, she had no choice but to casually explain, "I accidentally twisted it today and it was nothing serious. I just needed to rest."    

Xia Xingcheng tried her best to sound sincere, but she had already explained everything to him. Sheng Yeting was still silent. She couldn't help but to ask, "T-I said, can you let me go now?"    

Sheng Yeting's expression was still unmoved. He shook his head and said, "No, what you said is not the truth. I won't let it go."    

Now, it was Xia Xingcheng's turn to be unwilling. She pulled her hand out of Sheng Yeting's hand and said snappily, "Since you already know, why are you asking me?"    

Sheng Yeting raised his eyebrows and chuckled. He snorted and said, "You want to hide such a small thing from me? "You think you can do it yourself?"    

Knowing that Sheng Yeting probably already knew about the matter between her and Soong Yang during the day, Xia Xingcheng decided not to hide it anymore. She said, "I'm not hiding this from you. Since you already know, then you should understand that I have already dealt with it. "    

Didn't that Soong Yang already get his due lesson? She felt that she had handled it well.    

Xia Xingcheng was about to say something else, but she didn't expect Sheng Yeting to pinch her injured hand. A dangerous light flashed in his eyes as he coldly said, "You've dealt with it. This is how you deal with it. You've injured your hand to such an extent?"    

Xia Xingcheng was unwilling to do so. She quibbled, "I'm fine. I'm not too badly hurt. I'll be fine after a night's rest."    

As soon as he finished speaking, Sheng Yeting immediately snorted: "Aren't you hurt very badly?"    

"Then how heavy do you think is heavy? Does it count as heavy if you can't even use your entire hand?"    

Xia Xingcheng didn't want to hear this. She was about to retort his nonsense, but she didn't have the time to say it out loud. However, she was pulled directly to the sofa in the room by Sheng Yeting and sat down.    

"Sit here and wait."    

His attitude was unquestionable. After saying that, he turned around and left.    

Xia Xingcheng was confused. She wanted to ask something, but Sheng Yeting was already gone.    

Not long later, Sheng Yeting walked over with a tube of ointment in his hand. He gestured to Xia Xingcheng and said, "Give me your hand."    

Xia Xingcheng knew that he was going to apply the medicine on her, but she didn't shirk the strange feeling in her heart. She held out her hand.    

Sheng Yeting's palm felt ice-cold. Xia Xingcheng's injured hand couldn't help but tremble slightly. Her own heart also skipped a beat.    

Sheng Yeting's strength was very light. The icy cold feeling from his fingertips combined with the cold feeling from the ointment made the wound on her hand feel better.    

Not long later, Sheng Yeting smeared the ointment properly and gently placed Xia Xingcheng's wrist to the side. Although his voice still sounded angry, it was much softer than before.    

"It's done. Don't carry anything heavy for the next few days. It'll be fine in a few days."    

Sheng Yeting didn't forget to explain in detail at the side. The gentleness in his eyes seemed like it was about to melt away.    

Xia Xingcheng didn't know why she was facing Sheng Yeting like that. The feeling of warmth in her heart couldn't help but increase.    

Therefore, she thought of a possibility and couldn't help but to ask him: "Sheng Yeting. Don't tell me that you are concerned about me? "    

Sheng Yeting raised his eyebrows and looked at Xia Xingcheng, "What, I care about my wife, is there a problem with that?"    

Recently, Sheng Yeting had always called her his wife so easily, which made Xia Xingcheng's heart stop beating for him.    

Her face was a bit flushed. She suddenly didn't dare to look at Sheng Yeting's expression and didn't say anything.    

After a long time, the two of them did not say anything, and the room became a little quieter.    

Xia Xingcheng waited for a while and was about to break the awkward silence. When she raised her head, she suddenly bumped into a person's line of sight.    

Before she could react, Sheng Yeting had already walked to her side and picked her up by her waist.    

Xia Xingcheng exclaimed, "Yeting, where are you taking me?"    

Unsurprisingly, Sheng Yeting didn't reply, instead, he carried Xia Xingcheng directly to his room.    

Xia Xingcheng rarely came to his room. The interior of his room was dark and gloomy. Even the blanket was black, which made the room seem especially cold and restrained.    

However, because of Xia Xingcheng's existence, it seemed as if there was something else in the room. It was a little ambiguous.    

Sheng Yeting gently placed her on his bed as if she was a treasure.    

The bed was so soft that Xia Xingcheng didn't feel uncomfortable when she laid on it.    

Coupled with Sheng Yeting's gentle movements, Xia Xingcheng was trapped in the cage in a second. Then, the sweet smell that belonged to Sheng Yeting wafted into Xia Xingcheng's nose.    

No wonder the smell was always so good. It turned out that there was a superior incense burning in this room.    

For a moment, Xia Xingcheng was a little intoxicated, but she still kept her last bit of clarity. She couldn't help but say: "Yeting, I haven't taken a shower yet, can I go take a shower?"    

It was a bit embarrassing to say it, but what made her even more embarrassed was Sheng Yeting's next sentence.    

"Don't worry, I'll personally bathe you in a while."