"..."

Ye Mingmei was already defeated by his shamelessness; before Yu Xiuzhun, she was always the vulnerable party, unable to win even an argument.

"Not speaking, are you unhappy?" Yu Xiuzhun lifted her chin, his lips curling with a wicked smile, "Have you thought of how to smile for me yet? I want a smile prettier than the one in the photo."

"..."

Ye Mingmei swallowed hard, completely speechless.

Right now, all she wanted was to stay far away from him; she didn’t want to smile at all.

But, facing Yu Xiuzhun’s sinister gaze, she forced a grin.

"It doesn’t look good. Are you trying to make me angry on purpose? Is this how you smile at Jin Chenye?" Yu Xiuzhun tapped her cheek, picked up a photo, and placed it next to Ye Mingmei’s face.

Narrowing his eyes, "Tsk tsk, the smile in the photo is like a flower, but here it’s like you’re crying. Did I hit you or scold you?"

"..."

He didn’t need to do anything to send a chill down her spine, but Ye Mingmei didn’t dare to say that.

"I’m tired." Ye Mingmei hesitated for a while before cautiously speaking.

As soon as she said that, she felt it seemed to imply something and quickly added, "I want to sleep."

It was already two in the morning; if Yu Xiuzhun hadn’t suddenly barged in, she would be sleeping soundly right now.

She had been busy with work for days, leaving dark circles under Ye Mingmei’s eyes from fatigue.

"My wound hurts, I can’t sleep." Yu Xiuzhun glanced at her, pointing to his handsome face.

Ye Mingmei wanted to say, "What does it have to do with me?" but she couldn’t go against Yu Xiuzhun.

If he didn’t let her sleep, she wouldn’t get any sleep tonight.

"I’ll go get the medical kit."

Ye Mingmei thought for a moment, analyzing the situation clearly, then freed herself from his grasp, turning to get the medical kit.

Returning to the room with the kit, she found Yu Xiuzhun already lounging comfortably on the sofa, legs crossed, looking like a lord awaiting her service, instantly frustrating Ye Mingmei to the point of fury, yet she dared not voice her anger.

"Is it just your face that’s injured?" Ye Mingmei sat beside him, taking out an alcohol swab, gently sterilizing his wounds.

The wound was so red and swollen, even broken skin; the two must have fought fiercely.

Ye Mingmei, fearing he’d feel pain, while disinfecting, gently blew air on his face, "Bear with it."

Her gentle tone swept over his heart like a breeze.

Yu Xiuzhun turned to look at her, his gaze deepening slightly.

Ye Mingmei’s pretty face carried a trace of tenderness, her movements gentle. Watching his wounds at such a close distance, she forgot this man was the one she hated.

Simply instinctively soothing him.

"Done."

Ye Mingmei retracted her hand, instinctively lifting her head to look at him.

Facing Yu Xiuzhun’s profound gaze, she froze suddenly.

Before she could react, Yu Xiuzhun reached out to grip the back of her head, pulling her face closer.

"..."

Ye Mingmei widened her eyes in shock, just about to push him away, when Yu Xiuzhun released her first.

"So timid, did a dog eat your guts?"

"..."

Ye Mingmei hadn’t expected him to let her go so easily, feeling dazed, she glanced at him and lowered her head without speaking.

Just about to pack the items into the medical kit, Yu Xiuzhun grabbed her hand, "Who said it was done? There are more on my body."

After speaking, Yu Xiuzhun took the initiative to remove his shirt, revealing his solid chest.

Along with the chest... mottled bruises.

Ye Mingmei was slightly astonished, her expression changing.