Song Ning helped A Pu into her room.
To match Li Lingshan's status, Song Ning had chosen the most upscale hotel in the area.
The floor was carpeted, and the air conditioning was on.
Song Ning had intended to help him over to the sofa.
A Pu glanced at it, then insisted on sitting on the floor.
"I'll get it dirty!"
Song Ning said nothing more.
A little later, a hotel attendant knocked on the door and brought a first-aid kit.
She had asked the front desk for it when they came in.
When Song Ning opened the door to take the kit, she saw Han Xiao standing in the doorway of the room opposite, watching her with concern.
She lowered her eyes and closed the door without a word.
A Pu's body was covered in whip wounds.
They had been inflicted with a small leather whip fitted with barbs.
The whip was a prop supplied by the nightclub whenever a customer requested one.
But in different hands, the whip left different kinds of wounds.
Song Ning cleaned A Pu's wounds.
His clothes were tight, making them difficult to clean.
In places, the fabric had stuck to his skin, and A Pu winced in pain when she peeled it away.
Tiny beads of sweat covered his forehead. His slightly long hair was damp and clung messily to his brow, while moisture caught on his long lashes made his eyes look misty. He should have looked rather bedraggled...
But he happened to have a handsome face with sharply defined features, and like this... it only accentuated a fragile beauty poised between maturity and youthful innocence...
It easily stirred a woman's tenderness and desire to protect him.
A Pu looked up at Song Ning, his gaze filled with affection, gratitude, and a