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Lee Ming frowned and did not say anything. He stared at Ann Ya reproachfully, as if to say, "You are already so much older, why do you not care about yourself?" Afraid of going to the hospital?

Ann Ya's body shrank back as her back made contact with the marble fabric of the stove. Through the thin layer of her clothes, she could feel an icy cold feeling.

"It's raining heavily outside. I'll have to trouble myself with this trip." The man's expression didn't change just because of Ann Ya's explanation. He looked at Ann Ya as if he was looking at an immature child.

"Well, I'll ask Dr. Smith to come over." Dr. Smith was the family doctor for Lee Family, and Lee Ming was very confident in the other party's medical skills.

When Ann Ya heard this name, although she did not know who it was, it started to rain again at night and it became even more difficult for her to order people around for no reason.

"Don't, there's a medicine chest at home. You... How about... Help me apply the medicine? " Ann Ya instantly felt lucky. When she said this, she carefully sized up Lee Ming's expression.

Lee Ming could feel the probing in Ann Ya's words, but his brows gradually relaxed.

What Ann Ya said was exactly what he wanted.

This woman quite understood his thoughts.

"Where's the medical kit?"

"At the top of the locker." Ann Ya pointed with her uninjured finger, and the man went to get it with his long legs.

"Sit here." The man took the medicine box and sat on the sofa as he ordered. A man who had been in a position of power for a long time was already used to giving orders.

Ann Ya walked over obediently. The man placed the medical kit on the glass tea table. After opening it, he took out a cotton swab and an iodophor. He said lightly, "Hands."

Ann Ya extended her hand. The man held the cotton swab with iodine on it in one hand and took Ann Ya's palm in the other.

The contrast was obvious when he grasped the small hand.

Under the light, the man's hands were thick and dry and warm. His hands were clean and slender, like the hands of a perfect pianist.

The woman's hands were slender and white, like green bamboo shoots. Her nails were not painted, but rather the most natural pink. For some reason, a crispy and small shell suddenly appeared in Lee Ming's mind. After a while, it became a thin petal.

That clear and transparent feeling made him think of the bright sun and the spring flowing by.

Unconsciously, Lee Ming held Ann Ya's hand a little tighter, as if he was trying to grab something that didn't belong to him.

Ann Ya could not help but struggle for her life. This action pulled Lee Ming back from his reverie, but on the surface, there was nothing wrong with it.

The wound on Ann Ya's hand was neither big nor small. For those who cared, even if she lost her hair, her heart would still ache. People who didn't care meant nothing to him.

Ann Ya thought it was nothing, but Lee Ming wiped it off seriously one by one. He looked so careful, as if he was afraid that he would hurt her.

He cleaned the wound, pressed the cotton ball against it to stop the bleeding, and finally cut a narrow piece of sterile gauze to bandage it.

Being a member of the male army, in the years when the army had been crawling around, it was inevitable that they would stumble and bump into each other. As such, he was already familiar with how to deal with external injuries.

Ann Ya's eyes had been closed the whole time. Her hand, which was held by the man, seemed to be burning. That kind of heat seemed to be spreading from her palm to every part of her body.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that one could hear each other's breathing.

Ann Ya had always thought of herself as a reserved and self-respecting girl. Even after talking to Gu Beichen for so many years, she was still able to keep her manners and didn't dare to step over the line. Although they would occasionally be infatuated with handsome men, that was something that most girls would do.

And now, even though this was her third time meeting Lee Ming, she couldn't help but want to get closer to him. She didn't even have the thought of resisting when he touched her.

Was he sick? Or did he fall under Lee Ming's expensive underwear?

But Ann Ya knew she was in the wrong.

Lee Ming only wanted her to be his mistress.

The word 'mistress' represented an illegitimate relationship between a man and a woman. As for Lee Ming, what she knew was the same as what everyone else in the world knew, she only knew the news that was reported in the news magazines.

She didn't even know if he had a wife, children, or a few people in the family. If he was careless and ruined the happiness of another girl, she would hate him for the rest of her life.

Ann Ya bit her lips as she reminded herself that she had to stay awake so that the mud wouldn't sink in.

Furthermore, the agreement to give her one month of time seemed to be of no use. Thinking about it carefully, from the beginning, Lee Ming was the one who made this game's rules.

Ann Ya couldn't help but feel ashamed of her wavering heart.

She was only 20 years old and was in her prime. Even if she didn't have Gu Beichen, there was no need for her to fall into depravity. Furthermore, she was currently in the capital city of Rong City, so even though she had not made much progress after graduation, she had more than enough time to take care of herself.

She was not as confused as most university students about her own life plans. She wanted to return to Yu City in the future, go to a high school to teach Chinese, just like her mother, and become a teacher standing at the three feet high platform.

An family's condition was naturally incomparable to that of a huge being like Lee Family. But in the Yu City, it could still be considered a family with fame. Above Ann Ya, there was also a brother, An Family's listed food company. There was also a brother who took over the job.

As a young girl, she only needed to be held in the family's hands, then find a stable job, marry someone she liked, and then have her children walk around her knees as they lived their lives peacefully.

However, all of this was broken by Lee Ming's sudden appearance.

Ann Ya stared at the lines on her palm. When she was born, the An family had entrusted the Grandmaster with the task of saying that she was the one who had run into a windfall since birth. The industry was rich and powerful, and its prosperity was at the level of gold.

It was a life of wealth and peace.

Emotionally, the old man twirled his beard and said that everything had its destiny.

Where was her destiny?

Ann Ya quietly raised her eyes and looked at the man before her. His face was clearly defined, with long, sharp eyes, a high nose bridge, and two thin lips.

I heard that men with thin lips are usually quite lucky.

Ann Ya believed only a little about appearances, but not everything. These things that had been passed down from the ancient era naturally had their own reasons.

Lee Ming was also very cold and calm.

"Alright." Lee Ming wrapped the gauze properly and threw the used cotton swabs into the trash.

Ann Ya retracted her hand, not daring to look at him directly. "Thank you."

"Yes." The man stood up. "You don't want to see me off?"

Ann Ya looked up in surprise. "You're leaving?"

The man's gaze towards him was bright and clear, with a hint of a smile on his face. "What, you can't bear for me to leave? Do you want to continue with what happened just now? "

Speaking of which, Ann Ya recalled how she was pressed onto the stove by the other party and did whatever she wanted.

"You'd better go back." Ann Ya blurted out.

"I really am leaving." The man turned his body and walked towards the door. When he reached the entrance, his steps gradually slowed down.

Ann Ya hesitated for a moment and walked to the door, "Lee Ming, it's still raining outside, be careful on the way."

"Alright." The man suddenly turned around, hugged Ann Ya and kissed her fiercely. Then he left without further ado. "I won't let you off so easily next time."

Ann Ya was momentarily stunned by the kiss, her heart thumped in her chest. When she finally reacted, the man had already opened the door and waved for her to enter the elevator.

Ann Ya felt that she was going to be poisoned. This man was also a peerless poison, causing her to struggle continuously in the midst of her rationality and depravity.