Chapter 1569 - 1559: Does It Hurt?

Chapter 1569: Chapter 1559: Does It Hurt?

Upon returning to the place they were staying, Mu Yan found herself not as sleepy as before.

She saw Jiang Jingheng walking out, and anxiously grabbed his arm, asking, "Where are you going?"

"Just going to the room to grab something," Jiang Jingheng replied.

Mu Yan let out a sigh of relief; he wasn’t leaving after all.

She held onto his hand and said, "Hurry back then, I’m scared alone."

After speaking, she changed her mind, "I’m going with you."

Jiang Jingheng softly said, "I’ll be right back with the thing. Just wait for me here, like a good girl."

"Why won’t you let me go to your room? Are you hiding another woman in there?" Mu Yan glared at him.

Jiang Jingheng, "..."

Seeing her insistence, he didn’t argue.

"Then let Mrs. Jiang check personally."

Mu Yan smiled, drawing him outside, evidently ready to inspect.

There was no other woman, as Jiang Jingheng went back just to get a set of pajamas.

But Mu Yan discovered something: his room was filled with her photographs everywhere.

She had no idea when he had taken those photos, but in each one, she wore a sweet smile.

Looking at these photos every day, how much did he miss her?

Mu Yan directly gathered the photos into a bag, meeting his curious gaze, and said, "Are these photos prettier than me? From now on, just look at me."

Jiang Jingheng chuckled lightly, "Alright."

His indulgent tone was very gratifying to her, and she nestled into his arm, returning to the room.

Mu Yan washed up first and lay in bed, closing her eyes to sleep, yawning nonstop as she was clearly exhausted.

When Jiang Jingheng saw she was about to fall asleep, he took his pajamas to the bathroom, and when he returned, the room was extremely quiet, with only her gentle breathing audible.

He placed the clothes on the sofa, tiptoed onto the bed, lying next to her, intending to turn off the light, but she shifted toward him, wrapping her arm around his waist.

The injury on his waist had not fully healed; walking during the day was fine, but the wound still hurt, especially now that he was only wearing pajamas.

Her arm was pressing right on the wound, the pain spreading, yet he didn’t dare move, afraid of waking her if he did.

Maintaining the posture, he reached again to turn off the light.

Suddenly, she sat up beside him, "Honey, did I touch your wound?"

Jiang Jingheng turned his head and saw her looking panicked, her eyes slightly sleepy, clearly awakened by fright.

"No," Jiang Jingheng said softly, "Be good, sleep."

"No, I want to see it." Mu Yan’s gaze fell on his abdomen.

She had been very sleepy just now, waiting for him to finish showering.

Upon his arrival to bed, she instinctively cuddled into his arms, and suddenly remembered his abdominal injury, instantly waking.

"What’s there to see?" Jiang Jingheng held her hand, "Weren’t you sleepy? Go to sleep."

"I’m not sleepy now. If you don’t show it to me, I won’t sleep," Mu Yan directly threatened.

Jiang Jingheng couldn’t handle her, having to say, "It’s really quite ugly."

Feeling his hand relax, Mu Yan immediately pulled at his pajamas, saying, "Ugly, I still want to see."

As the pajamas were lifted, the wound on his abdomen shockingly appeared before her, the size of a coin, red and purple, the flesh necrotic. The wound was still open, visible stitch marks across it.

"Drip, drop," tears fell onto his abdomen, Mu Yan reached out to touch the wound, crying as she asked, "Does it hurt?"