My Mysterious Husband

Chapter 321 The Pattern of Chat-Up Lines (2)

The atmosphere in the car was warmed up by the lingering bits of passion. Chuxue Ye turned to look out the window and stopped talking, yielding to Zhao Nangong the crazy man. The man, however, looked quite cheerful that he could not even hide the broad grin.

When they finally arrived at the hospital, Zhao parked the car, went round to the passenger seat to carry the girl out, but was refused.

"I don't want you to carry me, I can walk by myself."

Obviously, he was not the sheepish type, so he insisted on carrying her out regardless of her blow while whispering in her ear, "Don’t be naughty, or I will kiss you in public."

"How could you be such a dick?"

"You're right, I am."

On entering the emergency center, Zhao's fair countenance turned himself the focus of attention. Fearing that people might recognize her, Chuxue hastened to buried her face in his chest.

The smile on the corners of the man’s mouth went even wider when he noticed her gesture.

Zhao's embrace was warm, dry, and good-smelling with a hint of cigar.

Smells good? My God, Chuxue Ye, what are you thinking about? This is Zhao Nangong, nothing but a dickhead! She kept murmuring “this is just an illusion” inwardly and tried to get rid of the horrible thought.

"What's wrong with her?" A doctor came up and asked as soon as they went into the emergency center.

"She got bruises on her knee by the car accident and felt dizzy." Zhao replied.

"No, I’m not dizzy now." Chuxue turned her face around and added.

Stunned by her amazing beauty, the doctor cleared his throat and asked, "Was it a serious car accident?"

"No, I was wearing my seatbelt then and I wasn’t hit on the steering wheel."

"Alright, you just need to dress your wound on the knees. Follow me."

The doctor walked ahead, Zhao followed with the girl in his arms and heard her whispering annoyingly, "Put me down right now, don’t you think it’s too embarrassing?"

"I like it." Zhao, the loyal follower of cheeky-ism, refused her demand. How could he give up this hard- won opportunity?

Chuxue was furious, twisted him on the waist and didn't let go until she saw his face turn pale.

"Having taken out your frustration?" Asked Zhao in a doting tone.

"Not at all!" Scolded Chuxue in a low voice.

After entering a ward, Zhao placed her on the bed and said with a smile, "Well, as you wish, I put you down now."

"What a rat!" Said she.

"Please stay here and wait for a while, I'm going to ask the nurse to treat your wound." The doctor who had ignored their game playing along the way said indifferently.

The atmosphere was inexplicably a bit awkward as only them were left in the ward. Noticing the man stepped forward, she reflexively leaned back and said seriously, "What do you want to do? I will not be polite to you if you dare to touch a hair over my head."

Zhao just smiled, pointing her shoulder, and said, "Your clothes are wrinkled."

She looked down and found that the collar was folded inside at some point. "It’s none of your business, shut up." Said she while straightening her clothes.

"Wow, quite a sharp tongue," Zhao suddenly stepped forward and landed his hands beside her legs, leaving no room for her to escape, and said in a deep voice, "But it tastes rather sweet."

As she had never been teased like this before, her face turned red in the twinkling and her enraging eyes locked on the man before her, "Zhao Nangong, I will definitely give you a good punch and send you a free trip to the operation room, do you believe it?"

"Of course I do, but I’m fine even if you want to beat me."

"You ......" Chuxue just managed to hold back her aspiration to slap him on his face, "I haven't seen anyone cheekier than you, Zhao, do you have the notion of shame?"

"I know, but I like you, I can't control myself." He confessed.

"En…enough! Keep it for your lovers, I don't need it." Stammered she under the burning glare from him.

"I have dropped them all since we’re together." Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"Wait, who are with you together?" Frowned Chuxue.

"You. On my own decision of course."

"You’d better go see a doctor." Chuxue rolled up her eyes.

"What for? You are my medicine anyway."

Chuxue was amused while rage still occupied her chest, but she couldn't laugh at the current situation, so she just gave up and said, "Okay, I surrender. I’m in the hospital, can you leave now?"

"No, you got an injury on your legs, I can’t just leave you here."

"I don't need your concerns, okay? You know what, you are the biggest danger to me. If my parents know that we’ve met again, they would punish me by whipping rather than kneeling for hours, so could you please leave me alone?"

Zhao’s face darkened at her words. He was clear that the content of the punishment had been exaggerated, but punishment itself was true.

"I won't get you in trouble. I will send you back after your wound is dressed, and then I will leave."

As Chuxue was just about to refuse, the door was open and the nurse was stunned at the sight of the good-looking couple staying on the same bed, quite a wonderful scene if it didn’t show in the ward.

After Zhao got up with that poker face, the nurse asked with her cheek flamed with shyness, "You bruised your knees?"

"Yeah, but not a serious one."

The nurse ran a glance over her wound, and then began to prepare medical alcohol for disinfection, "Hold on, that may hurt a little bit."

When the sponge touched the wound, Chuxue shrank back instantly with her face wrinkled up.

"Could you please be gentler?" Said Zhao standing aside and watching, seeming like he was the one who hurt a lot.

"I’ve tried my best." The nurse was speechless.

"Let me take it." Zhao took the tweezers directly and said, "I will dress her wound, you can leave now."

Exacerbated by the tough guy and the delicate young lady, the nurse dropped down the medical stuff and turned around, getting out of their sights.

"No, no, no, please don’t go!" Failing to call back the nurse, Chuxue turned around to stare at him crossly, "Are you play pranks on me?"

Zhao knelt on one knee, regardless of his expensive black western trousers, blew on her wound gently with an unusually focused expression, "Certainly not……Hold on, We’re almost done here."

As the icy cotton ball pecked on her skin, somehow she literally felt less painful, her twisting eyebrows were thus unraveled and her gaze moved from his hands to his face.