This man… Like this, Nan Zhi was carried onto the sink in the bathroom by the man in his usual domineering manner.
There was panic in her almond-shaped eyes and she tried to change the topic. "Didn't the wound on your arm open up? I'll… help change the bandaging for you."
The man seemed to have not heard her and his tall body came close to her, squeezing forcibly in between her legs, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist.
She leaned back subconsciously but he did not give her any chance, wrapping his arm around her waist as he pulled her forward.
Their bodies were very close together.
Too close.
This position was really shameful and embarrassing.
Looking at his dark eyes, Nan Zhi sighed helplessly. "You've got a head injury, you can't do anything vigorous."
She was telling the truth.
The other time he fell down the stairs, and this time during the engagement party, the broken glass shard had pierced his head.