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The corners of her mouth, hidden behind the mask, twitched in silence as she patiently asked, "So, where are you injured?"
Xiao Yu replied, "I can show you."
"Ah?" Song Feiwan exclaimed. Who wants to see that?
Her resistance brought him amusement, but also a hint of displeasure. Was this what she meant by deep affection? It seemed more like an act.
With long, slender fingers, he began to untie his belt and removed his outer garment first. Just as he was about to take off his inner robe, Song Feiwan quickly raised her hand. "Wait, wait!"
Xiao Yu paused, his deep phoenix eyes flashing with annoyance. "What is it? Doctor Song, are you really going to shy away from this?"
Song Feiwan fell silent for a couple of seconds before explaining, "It's not that. It's perfectly normal for a doctor to examine a patient's injuries."
"That's good then." Xiao Yu smiled and casually removed his upper garment.
"Please take a look, Doctor Song. Are there any hidden dangers with these external injuries?"
He kept his gaze fixed on her eyes, not missing a single change in her expression. Most doctors would feel shy or indifferent in such situations. But she held another identity—his beloved.
Now, how would she respond?
Song Feiwan sat still behind the table, staring at Xiao Yu's bare upper body without any obstruction. On their wedding night in the marriage chamber of the Prince of Chen's residence, she had learned about his physical condition through pulse diagnosis rather than by removing his clothing.
At this moment, her first reaction was one of shock.
Xiao Yu bore numerous external injuries—large ones, small ones, long ones, and short ones. Some looked fresh and raw, with jagged edges tinged pale. Others were dangerously severe.
She found it hard to imagine how he had made it back from the gates of hell.
But wasn't he the Emperor's most valued child, the lofty Prince Chen? How could he have been injured so many times?
After the initial surprise came fear.
She realized he was testing her! It felt as if she were walking on a tightrope over an abyss. One misstep, and she would fall to her doom!
Cold sweat trickled down her back, and terror overshadowed everything else, leaving her no mind to appreciate Xiao Yu's nearly perfect physique.
Steeling herself, she anxiously rose from her chair and rushed to stand before Xiao Yu.
Gazing at the scars that marred his skin, she reached out a fingertip, wanting to touch them but hesitating in fear.
Her lowered gaze glistened with unshed tears as she spoke with heartfelt concern, "I had no idea you were hurt so badly. You truly suffered in Beirong."
In truth, she wanted to cry out, but the tears wouldn't come; she could only cover her mouth, feigning sorrow.
She stood there while Xiao Yu remained seated, yet his presence loomed far more imposing than hers.
With his bare torso exposed, every muscle was defined and firm. It was the kind of graceful physique one would expect from someone who trained regularly—neither overly exaggerated nor lacking.
His well-defined six-pack abs lined up neatly, with the lowest edge teasingly visible just beneath his waistband.
As he lifted his long, raven-like lashes, his deep-set eyes locked onto her. He leaned slightly forward.
His long legs were spread apart, and with this movement, the slender figure of hers seemed to be drawn into his embrace, as if she were about to be embedded in his chest.
As the distance between them closed, their breaths intertwined, and the temperature around them began to rise.
Song Feiwan felt like a prey that had unwittingly wandered into a beast's territory; by the time she realized it, the beast was almost upon her.
Her pupils constricted instinctively as she tried to retreat.
This was the most erroneous response when encountering a predator; it would only provoke it further.
In an instant, a fierce glint flashed in the man's eyes. His large hand gripped her delicate waist tightly, pulling her forcefully against his chest!
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