Chapter 14 Basking in Shen Yi's Gentleness

Shen Yi looked along Ye Wanwan's gaze, and could not clearly see the condition of her calf, but judging from Ye Wanwan's reaction, it seemed she had already been scratched. Shen Yi subconsciously frowned.

"Don't pick anymore," Shen Yi reached out his hand, wanting to lead Ye Wanwan out of there.

Because she was picking roses, both of Ye Wanwan's hands were inevitably stained with dew and mud. Looking at Shen Yi's clean and distinctively jointed hand, she hesitated for a moment and decided not to afflict Shen Yi with her mess.

Ye Wanwan did not take Shen Yi's hand but carefully walked out of the thicket herself.

However, Ye Wanwan's dress still got caught by the thorns of a bush, and the thorns also scraped her calf.

"Hiss!" Ye Wanwan couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air, her eyebrows knitting together as she stopped in her tracks.

Shen Yi was somewhat helpless and took two steps forward, bent down to free Ye Wanwan's dress caught in the thorn, then took her hand directly and led her out, seeming completely unconcerned with the dirt on her hands.

Ye Wanwan's heart throbbed as Shen Yi held her hand, beating so wildly it felt as if it would leap out of her chest.

She lowered her head, her eyes welling up with uncontrollable warmth.

It was always like this; in her past life, she had drowned in the care and love Shen Yi gave her, and she had given herself fully to him.

Then she gradually began to want more, to ask for more, and whenever Shen Yi couldn't satisfy her, she would start to make a fuss.

At first, Shen Yi would indulge her, but gradually, Shen Yi seemed to grow tired too, just letting her throw her tantrums.

The colder Shen Yi became, the more frantic she got, until it reached a point of no return.

Shen Yi did love her, but his love could not meet her expectations, and as the various quarrels progressed, Shen Yi grew tired, they both did.

Back in the villa, Shen Yi handed over the roses Ye Wanwan had picked to the maid and then squatted down to check her calf. Although it was just a minor scratch, the tiny beads of blood that emerged were still somewhat distressing to see.

"Don't go there next time, just let the florist handle it," Shen Yi said with a furrowed brow, his tone somewhat stern.

"Oh," Ye Wanwan nodded obediently like a child who had made a mistake.

Seeing Ye Wanwan's submissive look, Shen Yi felt a wave of helplessness and softened his tone slightly, "Wait until tomorrow, let the florist tidy it up first, then when you go, there won't be as many thorns either."

Shen Yi then had the maid fetch the first-aid box, while Ye Wanwan said softly, "It's just a light scratch, it's okay."

Shen Yi ignored her and when the maid brought the household first-aid box, he began to disinfect Ye Wanwan's wound.

When the disinfectant touched the wound, there was a slight sting, and Ye Wanwan instinctively drew back her foot, causing Shen Yi to look up at her.

Ye Wanwan pursed her lips and then stretched her foot back out again, and Shen Yi lowered his head, continuing to disinfect her injury.

After the disinfection was finished, Shen Yi tidied up the first-aid box and had the maid put it away.

"I'm a bit tired, I'll go upstairs to take a shower," Shen Yi, having been busy for several days, was truly very tired now and just wanted to take a shower and have a good sleep.

"Mhm, go ahead," Ye Wanwan hurriedly nodded.

Shen Yi turned to go upstairs, but he had only taken two steps when he was stopped by Ye Wanwan calling out to him.

Shen Yi turned his head to look at Ye Wanwan, "What is it?"