Chapter 225: Chapter 225: 225: The King's Return (22)

“Can you walk?”

Jiang Ye didn’t speak, only nodding slightly.

Chuzheng supported him up, and the people in the corridor all went back to their rooms as instructed. She brought him into the room and set him down.

Chuzheng let out a sigh and was about to get up, but then Jiang Ye pulled her back down.

He clutched her tightly, as if holding onto a life-saving straw.

Chuzheng: “…”

Jiang Ye’s somewhat heavy breathing hit Chuzheng’s neck.

Chuzheng struggled to prop herself up to look at him; the young man’s eyes were tightly shut, and his body trembled slightly.

“I have a cell phone, let me go,” Chuzheng said.

It took almost a minute for Jiang Ye to slowly let go of his grip, but he only loosened it slightly.

Chuzheng took out her cellphone and turned on the flashlight function.

The room immediately brightened up.

Jiang Ye adapted to the light and slowly opened his eyes.

Chuzheng pried open his hand and sat on the other side. Jiang Ye’s face was pale, and whenever Chuzheng moved, he looked at her blankly, like a startled fawn.

Chuzheng leaned against the headboard, silently locking eyes with him.

What for?

There’s light now!!

I can’t generate electricity!!

Why are you staring at me!

Still looking!

–

Five minutes later.

After Chuzheng silently chanted several times in her heart that she must not provoke the Good Person Card and must treat it well, she pulled him over with a cold face and hugged him in her arms.

Jiang Ye’s tense body finally relaxed.

Chuzheng discovered his injury several minutes later.

It was a wet and sticky spot on his waist, but he seemed not to notice it at all.

“Hold this,” Chuzheng said as she put the phone in his hand.

Jiang Ye had recovered somewhat, but still looked a bit dazed. He instinctively clutched onto Chuzheng.

“I’ll check your wound,” Chuzheng touched his head: “Be good.”

Jiang Ye’s fingers slowly relaxed.

Jiang Ye’s injury appeared to be caused by a bullet graze. The wound wasn’t deep and seemed to be just brushed by the bullet without it penetrating. It just needed to be stopped from bleeding.

After dressing his wound, Chuzheng found blood on his clothes and simply took them off him.

Not knowing how much longer the power outage would last, Chuzheng covered him with a blanket and hugged him against the headboard.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Her palm finally rested on his soft hair.

Chuzheng glanced at Jiang Ye, who had his eyes closed, then confidently stroked his hair twice, feeling very comfortable…

The movement was a bit rough, and Jiang Ye slowly opened his eyes and looked up at her.

Chuzheng stopped in her motion, meeting Jiang Ye’s slightly puzzled gaze, she calmly asked, “Does the wound hurt?”

Jiang Ye didn’t blink.

Chuzheng: “…”

It’s just a touch, right?

I just saved you!

Bringing you up here was quite a struggle!

What’s wrong with touching!!

Thinking this, Chuzheng seriously stroked again.

The light from the phone’s screen suddenly dimmed, and darkness enveloped Chuzheng.

Chuzheng immediately turned on the phone, and the light shone on the young man’s face. Before she could see clearly, the phone was knocked away, and the young man wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face into her embrace.

Chuzheng: “…”

I gave you light and it’s still not enough?

So ungrateful!

She lifted her hand to touch the young man’s head: “Are you okay?”

The young man mumbled an affirmation: “Mmm.”

He wasn’t okay.

Chuzheng pulled up the blanket to cover him and lay down hugging him.

Jiang Ye’s breathing was uneven, Chuzheng kept tapping on the phone screen, glancing at him now and then, worried something might happen to him.

–

Sizzle—

The lights flickered a few times and then turned on.

The room was as bright as daylight.

Jiang Ye, startled, pushed Chuzheng away abruptly, and they silently stared at each other for a moment.

In the instant when the light arrived, the confusion mingled with darkness in him suddenly cleared.

What was he doing?

The girl’s dark and clear pupils reflected his current appearance.

His lips were slightly red, and there was still a hint of desire in the depths of his eyes.

This made Jiang Ye feel very uncomfortable.

Jiang Ye parted his lips, “I…”

The sentence trailed off after “I”.

The young man’s eyelashes drooped, hiding the panic in his eyes.

It seemed the only sound in the room was his irregular heartbeat.

“Hmm?”

Jiang Ye took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said: “It’s nothing…”

“Oh.”

The girl’s expression was indifferent, not caring about what he was trying to say earlier.

Jiang Ye pursed his lips and turned over to lie down.

Chuzheng rolled him back: “You’re pressing on the wound.”

Jiang Ye: “…”

He dared not rest his gaze on Chuzheng any longer but didn’t turn away again either, closing his eyes and staying still.

Jiang Ye was injured and had been drowsy in the dark for so long that he felt mentally exhausted, yet he just couldn’t fall asleep.