The Overlord’s Tender Tears for His Beloved (8)

His palm pressed firmly against her waist, preventing her from moving. From somewhere, he produced a medical kit and seized her wrist to treat her wounds.

This process was far from easy, mainly because Hua Mi struggled fiercely.

“Wuwuwu, it hurts so much, Lord Yan, please stop!”

“Wuwuwu, Lord Yan, be gentle, I can’t bear it, wuwuwu!”

If one didn’t know what they were doing, these words might evoke all sorts of imaginative thoughts.

Yan Jiu’s face darkened considerably. He held the restless young woman tightly in his arms, and when he pressed the cotton swab on the last wound, he applied a little more force.

Instantly, the girl let out a pitiful scream: “Wuwuwu!”

After finishing the dressing, not only was the girl completely limp in his embrace, even Yan Jiu himself was exhausted.

The young lady was far more unruly than he had imagined.

All the injured spots were covered with white bandages, patchy and uneven, which Hua Mi found very displeasing.

“Wuwu, it looks so ugly.”

Yan Jiu seemed provoked by her words and pinched her cheek hard.

“Behave yourself.”

“Wuwu, Lord Yan, be gentle,” Hua Mi whimpered, curling up in the man’s arms, too tired even to cry, only able to let out soft sounds.

The car had been driving for a long time, and this was not the way to her home.

The scenery outside the window flashed by, and gradually the bustling cityscape faded from view.

After a while, Hua Mi felt somewhat better.

She raised her head to look at the man’s face—though fierce and intimidating, it surprisingly made her feel safe.

“Lord Yan, I thought you wouldn’t come to save me. Why didn’t you answer my calls? I was so scared, wuwuwu.”

Her cheek was pinched again, silencing her complaints.

He had forcibly muted her.

Along the way, her eyes were covered, and she could only sense the car making several turns before coming to a stop.

[Host, we have arrived at the male lead’s lair.]

Hua Mi: “?”

Those words sounded strange somehow.

This was an underground base, Yan Jiu’s territory.

Only upon entering the room was the blindfold removed.

“Stay here. Don’t run around,” Yan Jiu warned before leaving.

It was a suite. Hua Mi looked around and then went to the bathroom.

The girl in the mirror looked disheveled. Her clothes, though intact, were dustied from contact with the floor and walls. Even her hair seemed dull and dirty.

Hua Mi couldn’t stand her appearance; she always needed to be clean, beautiful, and fragrant at all times.

She turned on the water and carefully bathed, avoiding her wounds.

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After washing, she suddenly remembered she had no change of clothes.

Loan points forbade her from buying new outfits, so she wrapped herself in a towel and opened the door.

The man had already returned and was sitting on the bed, looking at his phone.

Hearing the sound, he lifted his head, his gaze darkening.

Hua Mi stepped out, her hair dripping water, leaving a small puddle on the floor.

“Lord Yan, I don’t have any clean clothes.”

Yan Jiu didn’t move. He set his phone aside and spoke coldly:

“Who told you to take a bath here?”

“But I was so dirty. I felt awful,” Hua Mi argued with righteous indignation.

The man stood up, his tall figure instantly casting a shadow over her petite frame.

Instinctively, Hua Mi stepped back, sensing an indescribable danger.

Yan Jiu advanced a step; she retreated another.

She didn’t know why she was so panicked, but his oppressive gaze made her unconsciously tense.

Gradually, she was backed against the wall, truly with nowhere left to run.

It was somewhat reminiscent of the time when thugs had attacked her, but the feeling it brought was utterly different.

Her eyes showed confusion, darting around without knowing where to look. The strong sense of aggression triggered her instinctive defense.

She couldn’t pinpoint the exact difference, but it seemed she neither rejected nor despised it.

Yan Jiu’s hand landed on her face, his fingers lightly stroking her skin.

“Lord Yan?” Her voice trembled slightly as she lifted her eyes. Fresh from the bath, her glistening eyes made her look drenched.

“Now you’re afraid?” His tone was unreadable. Suddenly, his touch turned harsher, leaving a red mark on her pale cheek.

“To seduce me so deliberately, what exactly is your goal?”

“Ouch, it hurts—” Hua Mi tried to turn her face away, tears welling up again.

“I’m asking you a question. Answer me.” Yan Jiu forced her face straight, leaving no chance for escape.

“To… to have a child? To have Lord Yan’s child,” she whispered weakly.

“Tell the truth!” His grip tightened.

“Wuwu.” Tears immediately spilled down her cheeks.

She felt wronged; she was telling the truth!

His grasp hurt greatly. Letting go of the towel she clutched, she reached to pry his hand away.

Her struggling loosened the already fragile towel, which slipped off. A chill washed over her, but before she could cover herself, his movements were quicker.

Yan Jiu’s actions were anything but gentle. He wrapped the towel tightly around her again, even leaving red marks on her skin.

His face was dark, and his tone was almost snarling:

“Hold it tight!”

Startled by his shout, Hua Mi quickly grabbed the towel again, her ears flushed red.

Yan Jiu immediately released his grip.

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The man gave her a cold, dark glare filled with terrifying rage.

Hua Mi shrank back, timidly asking, “Why are you angry again?”

“What do you think?” Yan Jiu sneered with fury.

“Wuwuwu, Lord Yan, it hurts.” Her chin was pinched again, but this time she dared not reach to grab him.

Seeing her tears, Yan Jiu’s anger seemed to subside a little.

The girl’s innocence mingled with allure—a temperament difficult to fake—but Yan Jiu couldn’t help but suspect.

He was never so easily trusting; he preferred to believe her acting was just too good.

After calming slightly, he released her coldly and turned to slam the door.

The loud bang made the girl shiver.

“Wuwuwu, what’s wrong with him? He’s so fierce, wuwuwu.”

[Hmm…]

[Host, I think our mission might really have a chance.] The system analyzed the recent situation, admiring its host immensely.

What a flawless seduction! Could she truly be an expert?

Hua Mi sat slumped on the bed.

Being scolded by the man was upsetting. Without a pretty nightgown to wear, she didn’t even want to sleep.

More than an hour later.

Hua Mi sat dazed on the bed when the door suddenly opened.

Yan Jiu entered.

He tossed a shirt onto her.

“Put it on,” the man said coldly.

Hua Mi stared blankly at the garment. Yan Jiu didn’t wait for her reaction; he threw the clothes down and left.

After the man left, she picked up the shirt and examined it before obediently changing into it.

The shirt was large and long, hanging nearly to her knees. She could smell Yan Jiu’s scent on it.

It was Lord Yan’s shirt.

She ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror and was surprised to find it somewhat flattering.

The only awkward part was that she had changed out of her underwear, so she was truly bare beneath. The man’s shirt clung directly to her body, making her feel a little uneasy.

Her cheeks flushed as her heart began to race.

She pressed her hand to her chest, trying to suppress the unfamiliar fluttering.

This sensation was strange—Yan Jiu was the first to make her feel this way.