Wen Xun's outstretched fingertips were stiff.
When the warm wind fell on my fingertips, I felt nothing but chill.
After a moment of silence, she slowly withdrew her hand, turned it over again, and repeated the washing process.
Once, twice, three times... Lu Jinyan didn't stop, and neither did she.
I don’t know how many times I have washed it, but the delicate skin has been washed away by the water and has whitened wrinkles.
Wen Xun felt that her endurance had been pushed to the limit by the current.
Taking a deep breath, she suddenly raised her hand and turned on the faucet.
"Jinyan."
She turned around and pressed her back against the sink:
"It's not what you think. I'm trapped in the information room. My uncle did come to see me, but he also came to me because I treated his wound two days ago and now no one is changing his dressing. He just found me. When I went downstairs, the stairwell was dark and I twisted my foot again, so he pulled me up."
Wen Xun finished speaking in one breath, his heart pounding.
Lu Jinyan drove the wheelchair slowly closer. He raised his face and stared at Wen Xun's face for a while, then slowly lowered his gaze to her hands that had just been washed countless times.
He reached out and grabbed her hand. This time he didn't hold it as hard as before, but he held it firmly, leaving no room for her to escape.
"Then tell me, there are so many hospitals in Yuncheng and the Lu family also has a dedicated medical team. Why doesn't he look for anyone and still looks for you in the middle of the night?"
This is a good question, Wen Xun also wants to know.
But she couldn't answer Lu Jinyan like this.
"He probably didn't think it was a glorious thing and didn't want to alarm others."
She found a reason for Lu Zhi.
This reason is also very convincing at other times of the day.
But at three o'clock in the middle of the night, this persuasiveness was greatly reduced.
Lu Jinyan stared at Wen Xun, his eyes as calm as a deep well that had not seen sunlight for a thousand years.
Suddenly, he turned the wheelchair as fast as lightning, grabbed Wen Xun's hand and pulled her to the washstand next to her.
It was specially designed for him and set to suit his height.
He roughly pulled Wen Xun's hand to the faucet.
The cold water poured down instantly, soaking into Wen Xun's skin. Wen Xun suddenly jumped up and couldn't help resisting.
After struggling twice, he could not break free from Lu Jinyan's seemingly weak hands.
"Lu Jinyan, what are you doing? Let me go."
Wen Xun couldn't bear it.
"What do I do? What do you think I do? I just don't want my wife to have the smell of another man on her hands. What's wrong with me?"
Lu Jinyan gritted his teeth and desperately pulled Wen Xun's arm under the faucet.
The woman's soft arms rubbed against the sink, while the man's hands tied her tightly like iron ropes. She struggled too hard, and Lu Jinyan's cold eyes flashed fiercely. He suddenly took out a hand and grabbed Wen Xun's messy long hair.
"ah……"
Wen Xun screamed in pain, and Lu Jinyan's angry face came towards her, his red eyes staring at her.
"Axun, did no one teach you to abide by women's ethics when you get married? I can only touch your hands. Do you know that? Do you know that?"
Lu Jinyan roared repressedly, his fingertips crushed Wen Xun's wrist, and his nails cut a deep bloody mark on her skin.
Wen Xun bit his lip, unable to endure the man's rage anymore, he took a deep breath, and then suddenly raised his free hand from the corner of his eye and slapped Lu Jinyan in the face.
"Snapped……"
The air was as suffocating as death.
