Marriage of a wealthy family: the cold-blooded president lightly teases

He Jingyuan's voice has always given Ruan Xiya a sense of security.

But this time, Ruan Xiya couldn't help moistening her eyes.

Silently and carefully helping He Jingyuan take off his shirt, she untied the gauze with trembling hands, undoing the previous gauze little by little.

He Jingyuan's scarred back came into view little by little, and when the whole back fell into the eye sockets, Ruan Xiya immediately opened her eyes wide in disbelief and covered her mouth.

Big and big crystal tears overflowed from the eyes and fell to the ground. Ruan Xiya looked at He Jingyuan's scarred back with tears in her eyes, opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single syllable for a long time.

He Jingyuan frowned and sighed as the girl's choked sobs sounded so low that they could hardly be heard.

"Ruanrou, what's wrong?"

After not getting Ruan Xiya's answer for a long time, He Jingyuan raised his eyes and looked at Fu Yang who was standing aside.

Fu Yang was shocked by He Jingyuan's cold eyes, shook his body, turned around and left the ward very tactfully.

Suddenly there was a sound of closing the door in the quiet room, Ruan Xiya finally came back to her senses, and quickly wiped away the tears on her face.

"Ayuan, I'll go to the bathroom first, and I'll change your dressing when I get back."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for He Jingyuan's answer, she turned around and rushed into the bathroom.

As soon as she walked into the bathroom, she couldn't control her emotions anymore, covered her mouth and choked up.

Although she had prepared herself before, she was still shocked when she saw He Jingyuan's back.

She really didn't expect that He Jingyuan's back would be injured so badly.Even, many old scars can be seen.

Although the previous scars were about to dissipate and turned into a beautiful tender pink color, it was still a reminder to Ruan Xiya that He Jingyuan had suffered multiple injuries before saving her.

For so long, there have been many misunderstandings between her and He Jingyuan, and she rarely had the opportunity to talk face to face, let alone take a look at He Jingyuan's back.

Now, the scar on her back seemed to mock her ingratitude and her ruthlessness.

No matter how many misunderstandings she had before and how much she didn't understand He Jingyuan, now, facing the scar on her back, she finally softened her heart.

Sighing to adjust her mood, and after carefully disinfecting her hands, she reluctantly opened the door with a smile and walked out.

He Jingyuan still maintained the same appearance as when she was leaving, when he heard the voice, he suddenly raised his head, his deep eyes stared straight into Ruan Xiya's.

Unprepared, their eyes met, Ruan Xiya suppressed the palpitations in her heart, smiled and stepped forward quickly to put on the disposable gloves.

"I'll take it lightly. If it hurts, you must say it."

"Ah."

Carefully changing He Jingyuan's medicine, Ruan Xiya took off her gloves, only to find that a fine layer of sweat had oozed from He Jingyuan's forehead.

Thinking of how He Jingyuan didn't say a word or even uttered a word when changing the dressing, she felt pity in her heart.

Putting down the things in her hands, after carefully disinfecting her hands, she leaned over and poured a cup of hot water to He Jingyuan.

"Drink some hot water."

As she spoke, she pulled out a few tissues and gently wiped the cold sweat off He Jingyuan's forehead.

Ruan Xiya's movements were very gentle, because she got close, the sweet fragrance of Ruan Xiya's body rushed into He Jingyuan's nostrils, and a smile flashed in He Jingyuan's eyes.

Not noticing He Jingyuan's expression, Ruan Xiya carefully wiped off He Jingyuan's cold sweat, sighed and withdrew her hand.