"Qiao Qiao, how did you end up here?" Lin Wanrong hurriedly approached.
Dong Qiaoqiao had already stood up, with a bamboo basket still under her, containing cold meals. It was evident that she had been waiting here for quite some time.
"Brother Lin, are you alright?" Dong Qiaoqiao held Lin Wanrong's clothes, anxiously looking at him. The tension and concern in her bright star-like eyes were evident.
"What could be wrong with me?" Lin Wanrong didn't understand what she was talking about. He smiled and welcomed her into the house, saying, "How did you find me here?"
"You mentioned the general direction to me that day, and today I came looking for you. Seeing your clothes hanging at the door, I knew this was where you lived." Under the light, Qiao Qiao's face blushed slightly, making her even more charming.
Lin Wanrong swallowed nervously. He knew he wasn't a saint. With such a beautiful girl in front of him, he wouldn't be a man if he didn't feel moved.
Dong Qiaoqiao brought the bamboo basket forward and said, "The food is cold, Brother Lin. Haven't you eaten yet? Let me warm it up; it'll be quick."
Lin Wanrong quickly grabbed her hand and said, "No need, Qiao Qiao, I've already eaten."
Dong Qiaoqiao's hand was held by him, feeling the warmth in his palm as if it had entered her heart. Her cheeks turned red, and she whispered, "Brother Lin, I—"
She instinctively struggled a bit, and only then did Lin Wanrong realize that he was holding the girl's hand.
But this guy had thick skin. Instead of letting go, he held her small hand and gently pinched it in her palm.
Dong Qiaoqiao felt a strange sensation in her heart, as if it were scratching. A peculiar feeling surged from within, and her body heated up. Her slender legs couldn't help but come together, and she subtly shifted her body.
Reluctantly, Lin Wanrong let go of her hand. Without blushing, he said, "Qiao Qiao, did you come here just to bring me food?"
His means of diverting attention were always exquisite, and Dong Qiaoqiao was no match for him.
Seeing him release her hand, the redness on Dong Qiaoqiao's face receded a bit. However, upon hearing his words, she immediately remembered her purpose and anxiously said, "Brother Lin, what about your wound? Let me see."
"What wound?" Before he could understand, Dong Qiaoqiao had already seen the stains and swollen back on his back.
"Brother Lin, who did this to you? How could someone be so ruthless?" Dong Qiaoqiao, with a trembling voice, expressed her concern and pain. The warmth in Lin Wanrong's heart increased.
No need to say more; that kid Dong Qingshan must have told Dong Qiaoqiao about his injuries, prompting her to come over.
"Brother Lin, quickly take off your upper garment. Let me apply medicine for you." Dong Qiaoqiao gently touched his back. Her fingers were soft and cool, making Lin Wanrong feel comfortable. He couldn't help but let out a soft hum.
"It's okay, Qiao Qiao, I'm tough. Just a minor injury, nothing serious." Lin Wanrong smiled.
"No, big brother, you are injured like this—" Dong Qiaoqiao couldn't continue, tears were about to fall.
"Alright, alright, I'll take it off. Don't cry, silly girl."
Lin Wanrong was surrounded by warmth and moved. He quickly took out what was in his arms, then took off his upper garment, revealing a smooth and strong body. He had always been in good shape since childhood, with healthy wheat-colored skin and a robust physique, quite impactful to girls.
Dong Qiaoqiao looked at his powerful arms, her face blushing, and her heartbeat racing. However, when she saw the swollen scars on his back, all the romantic thoughts disappeared.
With teary eyes, she reached out her slender fingers and gently touched the swelling, saying softly, "Big brother, does it hurt?"
Lin Wanrong grinned, "Not at all." He lay on the bed, gripping the sheets tightly. Not hurting? Nonsense! Try being beaten like this! But Qiao Qiao, this girl, is gentle and kind. Lin Wanrong couldn't bear to let her worry.
A few hot drops of water fell on Lin Wanrong's back. He turned around, only to see Dong Qiaoqiao hastily turning her head to wipe away the tears.
"Silly girl, big brother is fine." Lin Wanrong, filled with tenderness, said softly.
Dong Qiaoqiao turned her head, a bit embarrassed, "Big brother, you must take care of yourself in the future. We—we don't want to see you get hurt."
Lin Wanrong laughed heartily, "Rest assured, Qiao Qiao, those who can hurt me haven't been born yet."
Dong Qiaoqiao blushed and scolded him, "Boasting."
Her eyes, like pear blossoms with dew, revealed an indescribable charm. Lin Wanrong stared at her dumbfoundedly, "Qiao Qiao, you're truly beautiful."
Dong Qiaoqiao bit her red lips, lowered her head shyly. The surprise on her face could be seen even by a blind man.
Lin Wanrong felt an impulse to hug this charming girl tightly and take a hearty bite. Just as he was about to act, a sharp pain from the wound on his back made him unable to resist and groan.