"no!"

Hua Yuan shook his head like a rattle and explained again and again:

"This is a mountain. The oilcloth is so slippery that someone could be killed if you step on it. How could I make such a dangerous trap?"

He finished speaking in one breath.

I almost fainted from being suffocated.

When he reacted belatedly, Hua Yuanyi's eyes suddenly widened.

"You mean you stepped on the tarpaulin and that's why you were injured?"

Yingqian nodded.

I wanted to talk to Hua Yuanyi in the corner.

But one of her hands was held by Jiang Ling, and the other hand covered his eyes. Every time she wanted to let go, she could immediately feel his reaction.

They were all already drowsy.

But he still doesn't want to let Yingqian leave.

She couldn't help it.

I couldn't spare any time, so I could only lean as far as possible and talk to Hua Yuanyi.

"If it wasn't you, who else would have prepared the trap in advance?"

"I don't know either!"

Hua Yuanyi cried with a sad face.

It took a lot of effort to get out and play this time.

But something like this happened, and he was panicked and scared. At this time, his heart could not beat more steadily.

Yingqian frowned and thought for a while, then asked:

"How did Song Yanling know the location of the villa?"

"She sent me a text message asking about this before. She said she was Jiangling's friend. I told her without thinking too much. I didn't expect that she would actually follow me."

Hua Yuan swallowed, looked around like a thief, and asked in a low voice:

"Do you think Song Yanling did it?"

"It doesn't look like her."

"Then...it can't be Liang Xin and Ye Lian? But it's not impossible, just in case it's them..."

Hua Yuanyi muttered to herself for a while.

Everyone looks like a mole.

He even began to wonder if he had set a trap while sleepwalking.

In order to prevent Huayuan's nervousness from affecting the doctor, Yingqian simply raised her chin and asked him to leave.

"You go out first, I'll just stay here."

"OK."

Hua Yuanyi agreed quite neatly.

But before going out.

But he suddenly turned around and winked with Yingqian.

"I'll monitor them and I'll definitely catch that bastard!"

The flowers are gone one by one.

The room suddenly became much quieter.

Ying Qian let out a long breath, but before she could calm down her tense spirit, she heard the doctor suddenly speak.

"He loves you very much."

He speaks Chinese.

Not very neat.

The tone is also a bit strange.

But being looked at by his slightly cloudy eyes gave people a strange sense of sincerity.

Ying Qian subconsciously lowered his eyes and glanced at Jiang Ling, feeling a little confused.

"Human beings will guard against danger and protect themselves. It is instinctive."

After the doctor finished sewing the last stitch, he said word by word in unskilled Chinese:

"But he loves you more than instinct."

Yingqian's fingertips trembled slightly.

When he touched Jiang Ling's thick eyelashes, he immediately retracted them.

She sighed and nodded solemnly to the doctor.

"Thank you very much this time. I apologize for being rude before."

Yingqian doesn't speak Japanese.

But the doctor seemed to understand what she meant and waved his hand with a smile.

After briefly checking her ankle and making sure that no bones were injured, the doctor left some medicine before turning and leaving.

Only Yingqian and Jiangling were left in the room.

She curled up her legs and stared at the waning moon outside the window. Her mind was so messed up that she didn't even know what she was thinking.

"Tired?"

The man's deep voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Um."

Yingqian responded softly, shook his numb calf, and asked:

"When did you wake up?"

Jiangling didn't reply.

In Yingqian's palm, he made a few faint strokes.

He seemed to have missed a word.

But she couldn't tell the difference.

Didn't even ask.

"Go to rest early."

Yingqian broke away from Jiang Ling's hand and stood up slowly.

"The wound will hurt even more tomorrow."

She wants to leave.

But I haven’t yet managed to turn on one leg.

Jiang Ling suddenly stood up and grabbed her hand.

"Gangneung?!"

Yingqian's eyes widened, seeing blood oozing out from the newly stitched wound again. She cursed, quickly bent down, and pushed Jiang Ling back onto the bed.

She picked up a clean gauze and bandaged Jiang Ling while cursing.

"Are you mentally ill? You have to torture yourself to death to be happy?"

Seeing the uncontrollable anger on her face.

Jiang Ling smiled.

"Are you still leaving?"

Yingqian was startled.

Then he laughed in anger

turn out to be.

Jiang Ling knew how badly he was injured.

I also understand that such actions will affect the wounds that have just been sutured.

But even so.

Jiang Ling still didn't want Ying Qian to leave.

He knows how cruel she is.
To be continued...