Lu Jinchen pushed the door of the mansion open and gently pulled Xia Yuqing inside. The night air clung to their skin like a memory, and as the door closed behind them, silence filled the space. The lights were dim, and the atmosphere felt heavier than usual, thick with unsaid words.
He didn't say anything. Just quietly reached out, took her hand, and began to lead her upstairs to their room. But as they reached the base of the staircase, Xia Yuqing suddenly stopped. Her fingers slipped out of his.
Lu Jinchen turned, confused. "What's wrong?"
Her eyes dropped to his arm. During their earlier struggle, the wound on his arm had opened again, and blood had started to seep through the bandage. Her brows furrowed, concern flickering across her face. "Sit on the couch," she said firmly. "Take off your shirt."
He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Oh? Are you planning something?" he teased, his lips curving in a half-smile.
She gave him a cold glare. "Now."
