Chapter 125: Removing His Clothes
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“I’m fine,” Huo Sicheng reassured, his grip on Gu Qingcheng’s hand gentle and comforting. “Don’t worry.”
The tenderness in Huo Sicheng’s eyes struck Gu Qingcheng’s heart with an ache.
In the midst of this turmoil, he was more concerned about her well-being than his own injuries.
She withdrew her hand from Huo Sicheng’s grasp and wordlessly began to remove his clothes, a determined focus in her eyes. His attempt to refuse her assistance was halted by the tense expression on her face, and he acquiesced.
Drawing close, Huo Sicheng’s gaze fixated on Gu Qingcheng. Her teary eyes reflected his pallid face, making him feel like the center of her universe. His heart pounded, and a pulse of emotions surged through him.
Gently, Gu Qingcheng peeled away the black suit Huo Sicheng wore, revealing the embedded glass shards on his back. Blood had stained his white shirt, and the sight was jarring, staining her own eyes red.
A tremor ran through her fingers as she unbuttoned his shirt, button by button. It struck her deeply that he had shielded her from the shards that now pierced his skin.
Huo Sicheng noticed Gu Qingcheng’s hands trembling as she struggled with the buttons. Without hesitation, he reached out and held her hand. “I’ll take care of it,” his voice a soft, calming presence.
His gentle offer caused Gu Qingcheng to lose her composure. “Idiot,” her voice quivered, choked with emotion. “You’re being foolish.”
In Huo Sicheng’s eyes, Gu Qingcheng had always been a picture of strength.
Even in moments of vulnerability, she hadn’t seemed as fragile as she did now.
Ceasing the unbuttoning of his shirt, he gently lifted her chin with slender fingers, ensuring her gaze met his. “I’m fine,” he reassured her before pressing a kiss to her lips. “We don’t need to do this. Let’s go home.”
“No,” Gu Qingcheng shook her head resolutely. “The wound is serious, and there’s too much blood. We should treat it here before heading to the hospital.”
Summoning a deep breath to steady herself, she unbuttoned his shirt again, determination in her actions.
Huo Sicheng could sense her resolve and took her hand in his. “I’ll handle it.”
Gu Qingcheng had glimpsed Huo Sicheng’s bare chest before, yet this was the first time she saw his entire form. The black robe, which he usually wore slightly unbuttoned, concealed the well-defined chest muscles, the chiseled eight-pack abs, and the powerful physique that defied his usual wheelchair-bound existence.
Suppressing her reaction, she swallowed hard, acknowledging the allure of his body.
As Gu Qingcheng’s gaze lingered and her ears flushed crimson, Huo Sicheng’s lips quirked in a faint smile. He regarded her, his gaze carrying a deeper implication. “As long as it pleases you.”
Startled from her reverie, Gu Qingcheng met his eyes. His smoldering stare made her cheeks flush hotter. She was indeed pleased by the sight of him baring his physique.
If not for his disability, he could have his pick of any affluent woman. Yet fate had marred his path; a car accident in his youth had left him confined to a wheelchair.
Seeing the reactions in Gu Qingcheng’s eyes, Huo Sicheng hoped for a verbal affirmation. “Tell me, are you satisfied?”
“I am,” Gu Qingcheng admitted, her voice carrying a genuine confession. “More than satisfied. It’s beyond my expectations.”
A deep smile curled on Huo Sicheng’s lips. He appreciated her honest response.
“Despite the circumstances, you still find room to smile,” Gu Qingcheng muttered softly as she stood behind him. Her heart ached at the sight of the blood staining his back. “Without anesthesia, removing the glass will hurt. You must endure.”
“Alright.”
Knowing she couldn’t hesitate, Gu Qingcheng steeled herself. With a few deep breaths, she used tweezers to delicately extract the large shard from his back. She moved swiftly yet precisely, mindful of his pain.
Her hand trembled, but determination carried her forward. After disinfecting the wound, she bandaged him. His closeness during this intimate act, his warm breath against her skin, stirred emotions within her.
Huo Sicheng watched as she worked, feeling her breath on his neck. An undercurrent of heat and tension swept through him, heightening his awareness of her proximity.
Unusually close, her breath warmed his neck, making him feel both feverish and electrified. The impulse to kiss her surged, and he turned his head, capturing her lips in a lingering kiss.
Wide-eyed, Gu Qingcheng found herself enveloped in the warmth of his lips, her bandaged hand freezing mid-action. She closed her eyes, sinking into the intensity of the moment.
Eventually breaking the kiss, Huo Sicheng regarded Gu Qingcheng’s reddened lips, now marked by his touch. He pressed another gentle kiss there.
Her voice quivered as she protested, “You… You might as well bleed out.” Glancing at his injuries, she added, “Why did you kiss me? I’m still in the middle of treating your wounds.”
A soft smile curved Huo Sicheng’s lips.
Cheeks tinged with shyness, Gu Qingcheng huffed playfully as she resumed her bandaging.
The need to address his wounds prevailed, and she ordered, “Let’s head to the hospital first. There’s still glass fragments to be dealt with.”
“Alright.”
With the chaos at the Peach Lotus Cup and Huo Sicheng’s injury, Chu Yu, his assistant, had already arranged for a helicopter.
In Huo Sicheng’s private hospital villa, doctors attended to his wounds.
With Huo Sicheng gripping her hand, Gu Qingcheng couldn’t bring herself to leave his side, even to answer Qi Shaoze’s persistent calls.
Huo Sicheng’s gaze shifted to her phone, Qi Shaoze’s name sparking a shadow in his eyes. His hold on her hand tightened, a silent display of his emotions.
Sensing Huo Sicheng’s tension, Gu Qingcheng met his gaze, reading the complexities in his eyes.. “What’s wrong?” she questioned, “Did I inadvertently upset you again?”
