He is a paranoid schizophrenic

  "Is it ugly?" he muttered.

  "Don't worry, the doctor said that if it heals well, there won't be any scars."

  "If I'm not good-looking, would you like me?" For him, whether it would leave a scar or hurt was not what he cared about. What he only cared about was her reaction. "You said before that because I'm good-looking, you'd like me."

  She was taken aback, those were the naive words of her childhood, at that time, she only thought he looked as beautiful as Barbie doll, and she could dress him up freely, he wouldn't have any complaints, so she often hung these words in her mouth.

  It was just something she said casually when she was young, but she didn't expect him to remember it all along.

  "Is my liking so important?" she asked.

  "It's very important." His response was without a hint of hesitation, as if this answer was so natural and matter-of-course.

  Her fingers gently touched his forehead, sliding around the wound. This man, even in this battered state, was still protecting her; if it weren't for him, she would be the one lying in the hospital now.

  "I won't dislike you just because you're hurt," she said.

  He suddenly straightened up, his chin raised even higher. Under the lamplight, his pale skin and bright eyes shone with a clear coldness and longing.

  Two contradictory things are so naturally embodied in him.

  "Kiki, kiss me!" he whispered.

  And she, for a moment, couldn't utter a word of refusal. His eyes seemed to be absorbing her entire soul, leaving her at a loss.

  Is it unbearable, or is it moving, or... is it regret, wanting to make up for...

  Xia Qi couldn't tell which emotion was occupying her body at this moment, all she knew was that right now, she couldn't refuse his pleading.

  "Close your eyes," she demanded.

  He obediently closed his eyes, and his thick, long eyelashes became even more noticeable.

  She held his face with one hand and brushed his hair back with the other, staring at him intently. Her heart was racing, announcing her tension at this moment. Although she had been in closer physical contact with him before, this kind of tension was something she was experiencing for the first time.

  Is it because this time she took the initiative? Took the initiative to kiss him?

  Taking a deep breath, Xia Qi slowly leaned down, her lips falling near the wound on Jun Jianyan's forehead, as if soothing his pain.

  A sigh of satisfaction escaped his lips as he placed both hands on her waist.

  "Kiki, I like it when you kiss me, can you kiss me more?"

  It turned out that her initiative could bring him such joy, as if all the pain in his wound had vanished into thin air, and his limbs were filled with a warm feeling, making him indulge in it.

  This is an infatuation, a deep-seated infatuation, morbid and irrepressible!

  Jun Jin Yan's injury requires two days of hospital observation, although Jun Jin Yan is very unwilling, Xia Qi still insists that he stay in the hospital to ensure that his wound is okay before she can rest assured.

  On the second day of Jun Jin's hospitalization, Xia Qi met Jun Jincheng - the young master of the Jun family and Jun Jin's older brother.

  Someone once used the word "cold" to describe the three brothers of the Jun family. If Jun Jin's coldness is a kind of emptiness and desolation that makes one feel like they can't find their place in his eyes, then Jun Chen's coldness is a kind of aloof indifference that makes it impossible for people to get close to him.

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