Because Luo Xiaoqian had been holding her body up with no reaction at all, this tiny movement of hers became exceptionally noticeable.
Feeling the unusual movement of Luo Xiaoqian’s body in his arms, Leng Zimo suddenly came back to his senses.
Lifting his face from her neck, he looked at Luo Xiaoqian in front of him, and Leng Zimo’s brows tightened instantly.
"Did I hurt you?"
Damn it, how could he do such a thing to her at this time!
Leng Zimo, you really deserve to die!
Weren’t you trying to comfort her? How did it turn out like this, you idiot!
Luo Xiaoqian turned her face away, silent.
Taking a deep breath, suppressing the restless emotions within him, Leng Zimo carefully picked her up horizontally and took her upstairs step by step, placing her on the pillow.
Luo Xiaoqian thought he wanted to continue upstairs, so she turned her face to the other side, closed her eyes, and assumed an attitude of letting him do as he pleased.
Her behavior only made him even more frustrated and heartbroken.
Sighing to himself, Leng Zimo turned and walked into the bathroom.
Closing the door, he directly turned on the faucet, scooped up cold water, and washed his face several times. He looked up at his reflection in the mirror, but all he saw was her face, her body as lustrous as jade under the moonlight...
He cursed lowly, then stood directly under the showerhead and turned on the cold water.
Shen Yizhou yawned on the other end of the line, "Relax, I guarantee, at worst there will be a scar, but it definitely won’t affect her playing the piano!"
Leng Zimo sighed with slight relief but still asked again, "Are you sure?"
"Please, I am a surgical Ph.D. student at Harvard Medical School with a full scholarship, a medical genius, and you dare to doubt my stitching skills?" Shen Yizhou’s tone turned serious, "However, to ensure there are no ifs, and to remember, make sure her wound doesn’t come into contact with water. Pay attention to nutrition in the next few days. This girl is already weak from losing so much blood; she really needs to replenish. Also, considering her physical condition, don’t engage in vigorous activities for the next few days—you know what I mean..."
Without waiting for him to finish, Leng Zimo hung up crisply and dialed Ailin’s number, "Fingerprint report, first thing Tomorrow at the office!"
After changing clothes, he grabbed his car keys, walked out the door, and headed straight for the studio.
This matter couldn’t just be left unresolved; he had to find out exactly what had happened.
Arriving at the parking lot, Leng Zimo got into the car and quickly left World City.

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