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Jiang Yanshen’s cold face was expressionless, but his heart was beating uncontrollably. It was an unprecedented sense of panic.

Lin Qingqian washed the dishes and tidied up the kitchen. When she came out, she was carrying a medicine box.

Jiang Yanshen sat on the sofa, his back as straight as a tree. When he heard footsteps, he looked up at her, his dark eyes hiding caution.

Lin Qingqian walked in front of him and squatted down. Without saying a word, she opened the medicine box and took out an alcohol cotton, grabbing his wrist.

“Qianqian…”

Jiang Yanshen pursed his lips and his dry voice was interrupted by Lin Qingqian. “Shut up.”

Jiang Yanshen: ‘

Lin Qingqian used an alcohol cotton to disinfect his palm and wiped away the blood near the wound. She then applied ointment and took out a piece of gauze to bandage his wound.

Jiang Yanshen was still wearing yesterday’s clothes. The top two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his collarbone. His sleeves were rolled up above his elbows, revealing half of his arms…

When Lin Qingqian saw the scar on his arm, her eyelashes that were as thin as a cicada’s wings couldn’t help but tremble a few times.

The scar on his arm was left behind when he saved her in Jiang City. The twisted and ugly scar might never be removed in this life.

Jiang Yanshen followed her gaze and looked at the scar on his arm. He pursed his lips and said, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Lin Qingqian came back to her senses and rolled her eyes at him. She said coldly, “Who cares if it hurts?”

Jiang Yanshen: ‘I…”

Even the slowest person could sense that Lin Qingqian was very unhappy at this moment, let alone Jiang Yanshen.

However, he could not figure out what she was unhappy about.

His thick eyelashes trembled a few times as he pursed his lips uneasily and slowly said, “I didn’t want to lose my temper at you last night. I just didn’t want to hurt you.”

Lin Qingqian used the scissors to cut off the excess bandages. She put down the scissors and glanced at him with a faint smile. “Jiang Yanshen, should I thank you for not beating me up during the past three years?”

As soon as these words were spoken, Jiang Yanshen’s expression suddenly changed. He didn’t even dare to look at her directly, and his hands that hung by his sides clenched into fists.

Lin Qingqian also realized that her words were too sharp. She took a deep breath, packed the medicine box, and stood up. “There’s no need to say anything. I don’t want to know what you didn’t tell me in the past seven years. I won’t tell anyone about what happened last night either. You can leave.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around to leave.

“Mania.”

The man’s deep and tense voice came from behind. Lin Qingqian stopped in her tracks and didn’t move with her back facing him, but her hand that was holding the medicine box couldn’t help but tighten.

“I have mania. That’s why I don’t dare to drink or smoke. I’m afraid that the alcohol will stimulate my nerves and I’ll lose control.” The man lowered his eyes. His thin lips moved, and his voice was as bitter as rust.

“I don’t hate you. I just don’t know how to get along with you, and I’m afraid I

won’t be able to control myself and hurt you.”

Even in bed, he tried his best not to lose control. He simply did not want to hurt or scare her.

Lin Qingqian turned around and looked at him. Her clear eyes were clear, without the slightest hint of being touched or heartache.

“Thank you then.”

Jiang Yanshen looked up and met her eyes. He frowned slightly and added faintly, “I’m also afraid that if the outside world finds out that I have mania, the Jiang family will fall into chaos again. ”

Ordinary people would be judged by others if they contracted this illness, let alone Jiang Yanshen, who was the head of the Jiang family.

Once it was revealed that he had mania, the shareholders of Tian Yue, the side branches of the Jiang family, and those who were eyeing him covetously would take the opportunity to do too many things..