Chapter 67
Meng Bei spoke in a weak voice:
"Sister Yan, I... I'm sorry. I won't dare to bother you again in the future."
Hearing this, Dugu Yan's tears began to fall uncontrollably.
"Xiao Bei, I'm sorry... I really didn't expect Grandpa to do this."
At this moment, Dugu Yan was overwhelmed with guilt.
She questioned herself—although Meng Bei had crossed the line with her before, she realized deep down that she didn't truly resent him.
Her original intention had been to avoid him, not to cause him harm.
"Hold on, Xiao Bei! I'll take you back and treat your wounds!"
Dugu Yan wiped her tears and prepared to pick Meng Bei up to carry him back.
However, when she reached out to lift him, Meng Bei instinctively flinched.
Due to his injuries, the movement was small, but it didn't escape Dugu Yan's notice. She still managed to pick him up, yet her chest tightened with pain upon noticing his reaction.
Once in her arms, Meng Bei tried his best to minimize contact with her, as if he were afraid of even the slightest touch.
This subtle avoidance didn't escape Dugu Yan either, and it made her feel even worse.
"Xiao Bei, I... I'm sorry..."
Dugu Yan silently cried as she held him even tighter.
She deeply regretted her actions. If only she had explained things to her grandfather properly—or if she had come earlier—perhaps Meng Bei wouldn't have been hurt so badly.
And perhaps he wouldn't be so afraid of her now.
Carrying Meng Bei, Dugu Yan hurried back to the house.
Back in Meng Bei's room, Dugu Yan carefully laid him down and then went to fetch precious medicines and ointments from her grandfather's pharmacy.
She gently peeled off the tattered clothes sticking to his wounds, revealing pieces of fabric embedded in his flesh.
Upon seeing this, her tears started flowing again.
"Hiss!"
Meng Bei let out a sharp breath—not from real pain, but as part of his act.
In truth, the pain was nothing compared to what he had endured earlier.
Still, Dugu Yan was startled and quickly stopped crying, afraid her tears might hurt him more.
She carefully removed the cloth fragments, cleaned the wounds, and applied the medicine.
Despite secretly enjoying Dugu Yan's tender care, Meng Bei maintained a cautious and nervous expression.
"Sister Yan, I can do this myself. I don't want to trouble you."
"No!" Dugu Yan refused firmly, insisting on treating his injuries herself.
After a long while, she finally finished tending to his back.
But then her gaze fell to the bruises on Meng Bei's lower body.
She hesitated, ointment in hand.
That area…
A mix of distress, embarrassment, curiosity, and nervous excitement flooded her mind.
She cautiously reached toward his pants, her hand trembling slightly.
Suddenly, an image of Yu Tianheng flashed in her mind.
How could she face Tianheng after doing this?
Her hand paused.
Yet when she thought about Meng Bei's injuries—injuries caused by her grandfather—she felt obligated to help.
"I'm just applying medicine. It's nothing inappropriate!"
Dugu Yan tried to convince herself, but her heart was in turmoil.
At that moment, Meng Bei suddenly reached out and gently grabbed her hand.
"Sister Yan, men and women should keep their distance... I'll handle this myself."
Dugu Yan's face turned crimson. She quickly withdrew her hand, feeling ashamed and embarrassed.
Meng Bei's words cut through her heart—especially the part about "keeping distance."
She felt like she had crossed a line.
But as she thought more, she realized Meng Bei's rejection stemmed from fear—fear caused by her grandfather's actions.
Still, the guilt and sadness in her heart were overwhelming.
Unable to stay any longer, Dugu Yan ran out of the room, her eyes brimming with tears.
Back in her room, Dugu Yan lay on her bed, restless.
She hadn't noticed the photo of Yu Tianheng lying on the floor.
Earlier, in her panic, she had thrown it aside without a second thought.
Now, her foot stepped on it without even realizing.
Yu Tianheng's smiling face in the photo was crushed under her shoe.
But Dugu Yan's mind was elsewhere.
She regretted leaving Meng Bei.
"He's so badly injured… How can he apply the medicine himself?"
She felt more and more guilty.
"This is my fault. I should've finished applying the medicine. How could I leave him like that?"
Dugu Yan debated whether to go back, but she didn't know what excuse to use.
"He already rejected me. If I go back now, will he hate me?"
Meanwhile, in Meng Bei's room—
As soon as Dugu Yan left, Meng Bei called Xiao Wu over.
When Xiao Wu saw his injuries, she burst into tears.
"How could this happen? You're hurt so badly!"
Meng Bei smiled and kissed her gently to calm her down.
"Don't worry. It's just a small injury. We'll be out of here soon."
Moved to tears, Xiao Wu leaned in and kissed him passionately, wanting to express her gratitude.
Meng Bei responded with equal passion.
"Alright, little bunny. Help your husband apply the medicine."
Xiao Wu wiped away her tears, removed Meng Bei's pants, and carefully began applying the ointment.
At the same time—
Dugu Yan finally made up her mind.
"This is my fault. I can't leave him like this!"
Even if she wasn't sure about her feelings for Meng Bei, she was determined to face them head-on.
She would explain everything clearly.
No more running away.
Resolving to take responsibility, she hurried back to Meng Bei's room, filled with determination.
She pushed the door open confidently—
And then she saw...
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