Song Ling sped up and rode over, only to find a car lying askew on the cliff edge. This car still wasn't Assistant Wang's.
Song Ling examined the tire tracks on the ground and then saw the car that had fallen into the field.
"Luo Wenchuan!" Song Ling shouted, then jumped into the field without hesitation.
The soft, damp fields, still damp from the rain, hadn't had time to dry under the scorching sun. The moment Song Ling landed, her feet sank halfway into the mud.
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Amidst the buzzing in his ears, Luo Wenchuan heard Song Ling's voice, and then saw Song Ling's overjoyed face through the hazy car window.
The scorching sun baked people's skin until it turned a pale reddish-white. Looking at it, Luo Wenchuan suddenly burst into tears.
"Why are you crying? Can you open the car window?" Song Ling shouted through the window.
Luo Wenchuan was stunned for a moment, then put his hand on his face and realized that he was indeed crying. He clearly did not want to cry, but tears still fell down his face one after another.
Overwhelmed with sorrow, Luo Wenchuan stood frozen in the car, crying even harder.
Song Ling didn't expect Luo Wenchuan to react this way. It would have been better if he hadn't said anything, because once he started talking, he couldn't stop crying, as if he had lost control of his tears.
Judging from his condition, it was clear that Luo Wenchuan was no longer a reliable option. Song Ling gestured for the man to protect his face as much as possible, then took out a window breaker from his bag and smashed the front window with force.
The moment Song Ling pulled the child out of the car, she was immediately stunned. Half of the child's arm had been scraped by the deployed airbag, leaving a gruesome, bright red wound.
There was nothing wrong with his head, but the bloodstains and pale face made Song Ling feel that Luo Wenchuan was so fragile that he would shatter at the slightest touch.
"Here, take this." Luo Wenchuan pulled out something he had hidden in his pocket, which turned out to be a document he had gotten from Manager Liu.
"Does it hurt?" Song Ling put the documents aside and asked.
"It doesn't hurt." Luo Wenchuan shook his head, seemingly holding back tears welling up in his eyes.
"Go ahead and cry, no one will see." These words completely unleashed Luo Wenchuan's floodgates of tears.
Looking at the injury on Luo Wenchuan's arm, Song Ling heard Luo Wenchuan crying and calling "Brother Ling" in his ears. He felt both heartache and a desire to laugh, and his expression was very complicated.
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Song Ling's actions saved the lives of two carloads of people. When the other family arrived, they were full of thanks and wanted to pay the medical bills; they were practically ready to write a banner in praise of Song Ling on the spot.
Aside from being unconscious for a while, Assistant Wang only had a few scratches on his body.
According to Assistant Wang, several large rocks suddenly rolled down the mountain, causing oncoming cars to panic and crash into them. He was also a bit flustered; in his haste, Luo Wenchuan pushed the steering wheel, swerving the car. The car hit the passenger side and plunged into a field. Luo Wenchuan was injured, but the driver was unharmed.
Listening to this, if Luo Wenchuan hadn't intervened to cushion the impact, the two cars would have definitely collided head-on.
Xiao Song felt very guilty. Song Ling comforted him for a few words and then walked towards Luo Wenchuan's ward.
The child cried all the way home, and even in his sleep, his face was streaked with tears, which broke Song Ling's heart.
As soon as he entered the ward, he heard Luo Wenchuan asking the nurse where the person who brought him was.
The nurse said, "I'll look for it later," and then lowered her head to continue treating Luo Wenchuan's arm injury.
The wound that covered his entire forearm was wiped with iodine three or four times, but Luo Wenchuan didn't even frown. He just stared at the wound without blinking.
Looking at Luo Wenchuan, Song Ling suddenly sensed an indescribable coldness about him, a composure that remained unchanged even in the face of death. He had seen many people in Beicheng who could remain calm even when facing immense pressure, but those people were at best indifferent. Luo Wenchuan's gaze, however, was closer to detachment when examining his wounds.
It's strange that this person, who seems so fragile, also seems so unfathomable.
It's rare to encounter a patient with such an injury who remains silent. After quickly treating the wound, the nurse was about to praise the patient for being strong when she saw Luo Wenchuan staring at the ward door and starting to cry.
"Brother Ling, it hurts..." The child's voice was soft and sweet, and his words could melt anyone's heart.
The nurse glanced at the handsome figure standing at the ward door, smiled, and walked out with the medical tray.
Song Ling walked over, sat on the stool, glanced at Luo Wenchuan's arm, and smiled, "He was fine just now."
"It hurts." Tears welled up in Luo Wenchuan's eyes like beads from a broken string, pattering and soaking the gauze.
Seeing this, Song Ling quickly sat down and moved Luo Wenchuan's bandaged arm.
The child's hands were beautiful, but now his forearm was wrapped up, and only a few slender fingers were showing, making him look particularly pitiful.
"Does your arm hurt or your head hurt?" Song Ling asked.
"It hurts everywhere."
"Then what should we do?" Song Ling asked.
Luo Wenchuan thought for a moment and said very seriously, "I just want Brother Ling to give me a kiss."
"Will a kiss be enough to make things better?" Song Ling asked, looking at him.
Luo Wenchuan felt a surge of heat in his heart under Song Ling's gaze. He lowered his head and said aggrievedly, "Brother Ling said he wants to see my limit, so I have to endure it."
This child actually remembered his words.
"I'm not watching anymore. You can tell me what you want to do."
"real?"
"Um."
Looking at the light rising in Luo Wenchuan's eyes, Song Ling suddenly felt that nothing else mattered. Whether Luo Wenchuan was outstanding or not was his own business; he didn't need to demand that the child do everything perfectly.
Even if Luo Wenchuan is a good-for-nothing who can't do anything, as long as he's alive and healthy, that's fine.
Seeing that Song Ling had agreed, Luo Wenchuan, as if afraid that he would change his mind, leaned close to him and whispered something in his ear.
Song Ling was taken aback by his words. He glanced at Luo Wenchuan's arm and said seriously, "Do you know you're injured?"
"I know, that's why I let you sit here... Brother Ling promised that you can make any request, and you can't go back on your word."
Luo Wenchuan's cheeks flushed a peachy red, his eyes shining brightly, like the most dazzling stars in the sky. He pointed to his waist under the pure white blanket, then curled the corners of his lips into a smile.
"Your request is a bit unreasonable." That little brat's head is always full of useless thoughts.
"Brother Ling is very capable, he can definitely do it, right?" Luo Wenchuan coaxed him, while putting his other arm around Luo Wenchuan's waist and pulling him closer.
“It’s daytime now,” Song Ling reminded him.
A sly glint flashed in Luo Wenchuan's eyes: "It'll be evening soon, I guarantee, Brother Ling will feel like time is flying by."
Luo Wenchuan's hand landed on the button on the bedside table, and the door not far away was immediately locked from the inside.
A note from the author:
Song Ling: You're just being spoiled and arrogant.
Luo Wenchuan: So what if Enigma is a little delicate!
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Chapter 38
Chapter 38
Is a passionate, life-or-death entanglement worth it?
Please step into the urn.
Song Ling thought for a moment, then frowned and nodded awkwardly. Giving in could only happen in an instant; even if you killed Song Ling, he would never say "okay" to something like this.
It's so awkward. He's not an Omega, what's the point of him doing this all the time?
Luo Wenchuan was very weak at this moment. Although his eyes were bright, judging from the wounds all over his body and his pale face, he was not dangerous.
Enigma is a human being too; he can't be the same as when he was injured after suffering.
That's what Song Ling thought, but as it turns out, he was completely wrong.
He underestimated Enigma's stamina; the little rascal looks one way with his clothes on and another way without.
One moment it's a rabbit, the next it's a wolf that eats people without spitting out the bones.
But this wolf was also very cunning. Even though it only injured its arm, it pretended to be extremely weak and said to its prey, "Brother Ling, help me."
"Brother Ling, you're sweating a lot."
"Brother Ling, why aren't you saying anything again?"
"Brother Ling, you're so beautiful."
Song Ling: Can "beautiful" be used to describe him?
"Luo Wenchuan, instead of talking, why don't you use some strength and show me how capable you are?" Song Ling couldn't help but curse him, wondering what else this brat might say next.
"Okay, I promise you."
Then Song Ling didn't have time to curse anymore.
Such a place is both too serious and requires constant vigilance to avoid nurses making rounds. Song Ling's feelings of guilt and novelty were intertwined, and before she could even process her inner turmoil, Luo Wenchuan had already taken her to the forefront of a new adventure.
The deep voice was suppressed in the chest, then repeatedly tugged into the wolf cub's throat, spilling between his teeth.
The entire ward was quickly filled with the pheromones of the two, brewing into a pot of strong peach blossom wine.
Song Ling was preoccupied with Luo Wenchuan's injuries and also had to focus her attention on this matter, so she was temporarily overwhelmed.
"Brother Ling, I like you..."
Young people's words at the height of their careers are the least reliable, but Song Ling couldn't help but be moved by those words.
It's easy to sense the young man's affection, and it's not just in this one sentence.
When people are in danger, their instinct is to protect themselves. When Song Ling saw Luo Wenchuan willing to get hurt to protect the documents to his chest, her heart softened.
Even if that little brat tries to climb on the roof and tear off the tiles today, it doesn't seem like it's unforgivable;
"Brother Ling, have you ever thought about me at all?"
Song Ling smiled as she looked at the person who was still fixated on this question, then leaned down and bit Luo Wenchuan's lips.
What's wrong with this stupid dog?
Do people really have to say things so mushy?