C6

Song Chenyi looked at the complicated expression on Zuo Xi's face and knew that she must have been wrong when she heard their conversation. He couldn't help but curl his lips and reveal a devilish smile.

"I what?" Song Chenyi crossed his arms in front of his chest and lowered his voice, deliberately bringing his face closer to hers.

"You bastard!" Although her tone was vicious, she didn't dare to meet his deep gaze. His actions had made her uncomfortable, and her heart had been pounding.

"Zuo Xi Yan, this is the tone you use to speak to your man and your savior?" He turned away from her and walked to the closet.

"I will return your favor, but for now, please return what belongs to me." Her eyes were filled with hostility, and her tone was filled with impatience. She wasn't in the mood to play what he called "captive" here.

"Oh? So, how do you want to return it? " He glanced at the corner of his mouth. His tone was full of disdain. As he spoke, he removed the loose gray T-shirt from his upper body, revealing his solid chest to her.

"I've already said that I don't want to be entangled with you anymore, so I'll have to trouble you to be straightforward. Make a request for me to repay this debt, and once it's settled, we will owe each other nothing." She was solemn. She hated owing favors to others the most in her life, but this man in front of her loved to bargain with her over this. She was disgusted with him, but she had no choice but to watch him lead her by the nose time and time again.

"All the requirements are met, right?" He stood in front of the square mirror with bronze metal trim, tied the second cut on his white shirt, and raised his eyebrows with interest. He looked at the woman beside him who did not know how to appreciate his gesture.

"Right." She rolled her eyes at him and looked at the dark gray curtains that fluttered in the wind by the windows.

"Heh." He walked in front of her with large strides and used his large hands to squeeze her shoulder which was wrapped in gauze. He only used a tenth of his strength, but the gauze started to become red. "Hiss …" Her originally delicate face was now filled with pain. He couldn't help but stop trying to exert his strength.

"Zuo Xi Yan, please heal your wounds first and haggle with me again." He let go of her shoulder, and she fell to the floor, out of balance.

He looked at her bloodless face and felt a pinch in his heart.

"Song Chenyi, I will make you regret your decision." She took a deep breath and glared fiercely at the expressionless him.

"I am always waiting for Miss Zuo's guidance." He left without looking back, but in his heart he was blaming himself for the way he had treated her. He just wanted her to recuperate, but he chose the stupidest way to offend people.

"Sigh." He sighed lightly and walked towards his men in the corridor.

"My lord." The man placed one hand on his stomach and bowed.

"Have Ning Lu go to Zuo Xi's room and treat her wounds. Also, protect her properly these few days. Without my permission, she can't take even half a step out of here." He followed the handle of the spiral staircase to the living room.

"Miss Dong Dong Dong Zuo, may I come in?" Ning Lu softly asked while holding the medical case, her mind filled with doubts. She had clearly bandaged Ning Xuemo's wounds in the morning, but why did she send her to do so? As she pondered, a small voice came from inside the room, "Please enter!"

"After Ning Lu pushed open the door, Zuo Xi Yan was curled up on the bed in the dark room." "Miss Zuo, are you alright?"

Congealing Dew turned on the main light in the room, and Zuo Xi Yan's sad expression entered her eyes. Congee Lu worriedly stepped forward and saw Zuo Xi Yan sweating profusely, his face twisted from the pain.

"Miss Zuo, what happened to you?" Congee Lu frowned with worry and put her hand on Zuo Xi Yan's forehead.

"You're having a low fever. Let me see your wound. Don't move." Congealing Dew gently lifted the quilt to reveal a white shirt with mottled bloodstains on it. Her eyebrows tightened as she carefully removed her shirt, revealing the white gauze that had already been invaded by the red light. Her eyes widened involuntarily, "Didn't I tell you to be careful? If you don't pay attention, you might get infected."

Zuo Xi cracked a bitter smile.

"Alright, you have to be careful this time. Also, remember to drink the antipyretic on the table later." Congee left the room with a change of gauze and a medical kit.

After Zuo Xi Yan drank the medicine, he fell asleep. When she woke up, it was already 3 in the morning.

Song Chen, on the other hand, was easily drunk from his social interaction. He staggered towards Zuo Xi Yan's room.

Zuo Xi Yan leaned against the headboard of the huge room and stared out the window.

Her mind was full of walking sticks. While she was trying to figure out whether the walking stick was in the hands of the man in black or Song Chenyi, she did not know that a man was already standing beside her bed, looking at her with a gaze of pity.

"Oh my god! Song Chenyi, are you a ghost? Is there no sound when you walk? "Also, don't you f * cking know that you don't know how to knock on doors when you see others?" Zuo Xi Yan turned his head and saw a huge figure. He was frightened.

"This is my house. I can do whatever I want. Also, I knocked on the door. You were just in a daze, so you didn't hear me." Song Chenyi had no idea what was going on with him, but he felt that at this very moment, the person he wanted to meet was Zuo Xi.

"What's the matter?" She spoke coldly, her eyes still looking out the dark window.

"Zuo Xi Yan, I hope you can correct your attitude. Don't forget, I am your man." He moved closer to her, tying his strong hands around her delicate jaw. She tried to free herself, but it was useless.

"Don't forget, you still owe me fourteen more times. Now, I want it." Song Chenyi's tone was icy cold, and as he finished speaking, he moved closer to her lips.

The strong aroma of the wine made Zuo Xi feel slightly tipsy. He did not know how much alcohol Song Chenyi had drunk.

"Song Chenyi, you son of a b * tch! Scram!" She wanted to push him away, but she couldn't do anything about the wound on her shoulder.

Song Chenyi began to kiss her on the cheek. His neck felt like every inch of her skin was about to be taken over.

"Hiss!" Zuo Xi Yan pulled at the wound, but the pain only caused him to make a sound.

Song Chenyi's consciousness slowly returned. He leapt up from her body, sat down on the bed, and lit a cigarette. In the dark space, only the faint sparks of his cigarette could be seen. Neither of them spoke, and the air became quiet and awkward.

After a long while, he opened his mouth and said, "I have what you want, if you want to take it away, you have to do it for me. You should take care of your wounds first. " He casually threw the cigarette butt on the floor, closed the curtains in her room, and left without looking back.