Dear Mr. Shi-Chapter 772 - whipping all is hurt

Chapter 772: 772, whipping, all is hurt.

Chapter 772: 772, whipping, all is hurt.

“What… What are you trying to do?” Si Jianan squints, looking at Song Qinghuan, and he finds her expression rather strange.

Song Qinghuan bites her lip, staring at his eyes, her heart filled with a mix of emotions.

Although what she wants to do is fake, she still feels a bit weird about it. She’s unsure how to explain.

Disregarding the rest, she doesn’t say much and just takes out her phone. She opens the video application, places it on the table in a way that captures them and says, “I just want to record a video of us. Whatever we’re going to do next, let’s just do it.”

“A video? What is it that you’re trying to accomplish?” Si Jianan is increasingly confused.

“Never mind about the details, just go with it,” says Song Qinghuan, while taking Si Jianan’s arm.

Si Jianan squints his eyes, withdrawing his hand from her and placing it on her shoulder, escorting her, “What kind of video you want to shoot, can I take it a step further?”

His voice carries a hint of temptation.

Surprised, Song Qinghuan’s previously smiling face turns stiff. She pushes him away forcefully, “Don’t even think about it, I’m telling you, I just need a video to negotiate with Zhan Jie.”

Pushed by Song Qinghuan, Si Jianan yells in pain, collapsing onto the sofa.

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Angry, he says, “Song Qinghuan, I was only joking with you. Is it necessary to ‘murder’ me like this?”

Song Qinghuan realizes that something is off with Si Jianan and frowns, “What’s the matter? You seem strange. Did you say you are injured? What happened?”

Struggling to breathe, Si Jianan murmurs, “There’s medicine in the drawer in the coffee table below, the injury is at my back where I can’t reach. Could you help me apply some medicine?”

Apply medicine? Song Qinghuan looks at Si Jianan curiously, seeing his weak figure collapsed on the sofa.

Then she recalls, since she walked in, he seemed to spend most of his time just lying on the sofa, then, with the mention of an injury, could his injury be on his back?

Song Qinghuan opens the drawer in the coffee table and takes out the medicine.

Si Jianan stays as he is with his eyes closed, resting on the sofa. So Song Qinghuan decides to tell him, “I’m going to apply the medicine for you now.”

As she reaches out to lift his shirt, she is shocked by what she sees. His broad back is covered in lash marks, dried dark red blood is visible in some places.

Alarmed, Song Qinghuan widens her eyes, “Si Xiangbei, what happened? Did anything happen to you? Why are there so many whip marks on you?”

Si Jianan doesn’t respond to Song Qinghuan. He just keeps his eyes closed, resting on the sofa as if he’s fallen asleep.

“What happened?” Song Qinghuan asks once more before she gently applies the medicine on Si Jianan’s back.

But she doesn’t question him further about what happened or how he got hurt.

After helping Si Jianan with the medicine, she realizes he’s actually asleep.

When she hears his even breathing, Song Qinghuan sits down next to Si Jianan with her phone and starts making a series of gestures toward the camera.

Feeling that she has recorded enough, she calls Gu Youli and sends over the video.

Creating a video takes time, so while waiting, Song Qinghuan falls asleep in a corner of the sofa.

When Si Jianan wakes up, he feels sticky and uncomfortable all over. He rubs his neck and struggles to sit up, to see Song Qinghuan, asleep in a corner of the opposite sofa.