134: It feels really good to be cared for.

In the bathroom, steam billowed like a light veil, filling the air and making the entire room appear hazy.

Everything within sight seemed to be covered by a dreamy filter.

Jiang Feng never expected that Zhang Qingning, despite only having mild myopia, seemed to possess X-ray vision, keenly spotting the scratches on his body in an instant...

He had originally thought that getting his glasses would smoothly end this awkward situation, but now, he was stuck in this complicated predicament for a while longer...

He sighed helplessly, thinking, "This trouble is like weeds; one wave hasn't settled before another rises..."

At this moment, Jiang Feng was sitting cross-legged in the bathtub, while Zheng Yiyun, like a nimble mermaid, was submerged in the water, pressing tightly against his thigh.

He didn't know how much longer Zheng Yiyun could endure in this stifling water; he had to find a way to end this quickly, or she would be exposed sooner or later...

Jiang Feng gritted his teeth and continued to lie, forcing a smile onto his face:

"Uh... yes, the scene today was too chaotic, too intense... Those hooligans were like rabid dogs, even carrying weapons. At the time, all I could think about was quickly dealing with them so Yun-Ayi wouldn't get hurt. I couldn't care less about myself, and as a result, I accidentally got scratched..."

Indeed, one lie requires another lie to cover it!

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qingning instantly felt an overwhelming pang of heartache.

On her originally fair face, her large eyes became watery, like two grapes soaked in water, brimming with tears.

The tears welled up in her eyes, almost ready to fall like beads from a broken string.

She stared intently at the particularly glaring red and swollen scratches on Jiang Feng's back, feeling as if an invisible hand had fiercely clutched her heart, making her wince in pain.

The next second, Zhang Qingning disregarded the water on the floor and hurried to Jiang Feng's side.

As she walked, tears streamed from her eyes. "How did Xiao Feng get hurt...? How much must this hurt! It's all my fault for not noticing sooner!"

Upon reaching Jiang Feng, Zhang Qingning gently crouched down, her movements cautious, as if afraid of startling an injured bird.

She extended her fair small hand, her fingers trembling slightly, and slowly approached Jiang Feng, gently stroking the scratches.

Her movements were as soft as if touching a precious, fragile item, fearing that even a slight increase in pressure would hurt Jiang Feng...

Zhang Qingning sniffled, her voice choked with tears: "Xiao Feng... does this... hurt?"

Her heart was filled with self-reproach and heartache; she wished she were the one injured so Xiao Feng wouldn't have to suffer.

Jiang Feng felt his heart almost leap into his throat.

He groaned inwardly, "Damn it! Sister Qingning, why did she come over? Oh no! Don't come over! Yun-Ayi is still on me... If she finds out, I won't be able to explain myself even if I jump into the Yellow River..."

Fortunately, the bathtub was rich with foam, and combined with the pervasive steam, it perfectly concealed Zheng Yiyun, like a mysterious veil, obscuring the truth within...

However, even though Jiang Feng was currently in an intensely thrilling, roller-coaster-like situation, his body reacted uncontrollably...

But he couldn't be blamed for it.

After all, holding a top-tier beauty as smooth as silk in his arms, like holding a blazing flame, who wouldn't feel their blood surge?

Thankfully, Jiang Feng, this ultimate scoundrel, was a man of big occasions... The more stimulating it was, the calmer he could remain, like a towering tree standing firm in a storm.

He forcibly calmed his inner tension, a smile on his face, though it was slightly stiff, and said:

"Uh... it doesn't hurt much anymore. It should just be a scratch... I just checked, and there's no bleeding, just a bit of redness and swelling. It's fine..."

Zheng Yiyun, underwater, saw the shadow on the surface and vaguely heard Zhang Qingning's voice, getting so nervous she almost couldn't hold her breath.

Fortunately, she quickly pressed herself against Jiang Feng, which allowed her to slowly calm down.

She tightly covered her mouth and nose, her body trembling slightly, like a flower battered by a storm.

As for Zhang Qingning, she didn't notice anything amiss.

All her attention was drawn like a magnet to Jiang Feng's back...

She completely failed to notice that in the bathtub, so close by, her most beloved Yun-Ayi was pressed tightly against her childhood friend, Jiang Feng, without any gaps.

Zhang Qingning gently stroked the scratches on Jiang Feng's back, her face filled with heartache, as if she herself were the one injured.

Her eyes were still red, and her gaze was like a clear lake, full of tenderness, love, and pity.

Zhang Qingning then gently touched the area around the scratches, her voice as soft as a spring breeze whispering in one's ear:

"Xiao Feng, you can't be like this in the future... If you get hurt, how worried will Yun-Ayi and I be...? What if something happens to you? What would we do...? My heart aches so much..."

"In the future, when you encounter such things, your first reaction must be to run. Don't worry about face or anything; your health is the most important thing... These hooligans are just trash, not worth risking your life for! And what if they bring knives next time? No matter how strong you are, can you be stronger than a knife? They might even bring guns! Never try to be a hero again! You little rascal, got it?"

She was like a nagging wife, looking at her injured husband, constantly admonishing him, her heart full of worry.

Xiao Feng must be safe and sound, otherwise, I'll die of sadness!

From now on, I must take good care of Xiao Feng and not let him get hurt even a little bit.

As she thought, tears welled up in her eyes again.

"Mm, I know... Sister Qingning, I was too hasty this time. It won't happen again..."

Jiang Feng felt a warmth in his heart; being cared for truly felt good.

Unlike in his previous life, those women were either after his money, like greedy vampires trying to extract benefits from him...

Or they lusted after his body, like hungry wolves spotting their prey...

He got tired of playing around; it wasn't interesting.

Jiang Feng sighed inwardly, "Sister Qingning is truly good. This care is pure, without any impurities!"

At this moment, in the bathtub, Zheng Yiyun found it difficult to maintain her balance because the bathtub wall was too slippery, like standing on a smooth ice surface.

She could only subconsciously tightly grasp the steel-like hard handle in front of her.

Her hands were white from the effort, and her knuckles were slightly protruding, as if speaking of her inner tension and unease.

She bit her lip tightly until it was somewhat pale, muttering in her heart:

Don't make a sound, or Qing Ning will find out. I must hold on...

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