Jiang angrily drove him to a rundown neighborhood that had a straight and wide street, spacious enough for five Hummers to drive side by side. However, both sides of the road were blocked by pushcarts from various stalls. Hanging above the entrance of the neighborhood were two large neon signs; one displayed the character "fang" (neighborhood), while the other, slightly crooked, portrayed the character "lu" (land). After parking the car to the side, he led him down a street covered in countless small advertisements and staircases.

Gu Chencha thought to himself, "This is just like the old building in my family. When he was escorted into a narrow and dilapidated room separated only by a wooden door, he wondered if Jiang Nu liked to operate in such an ancient atmosphere."

I saw Yaye confidently pull out a white box from under the bed and placed it on the bed. Gu Chencha had no idea what he was up to. Seeing his hand reaching towards her head, she instinctively lowered it, thinking that he was going to touch her head. To her surprise, he removed the piece of gauze from her forehead. Blood residue had already seeped onto the gauze, causing Gu Chencha to gasp in horror.

"Now you know what pain feels like?" the mute old man then pressed something equally icy onto his head, alleviating the pain slightly. "If you had cried back then, wouldn't I have asked? The people around me are all rough, and I often forget to treat you more gently."

The words were laid out here, Gu Chencha had earnestly remembered to forgive him, but little did he expect to see how tender and caring he was towards others afterwards. Only then did she realize that holding onto such nonsense was only tormenting herself.

As Jiang Nu was about to approach again to clean the dried blood around his wound with alcohol, his lips slightly parted as he gasped for air. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down almost imperceptibly, while his focused gaze, accompanied by his slender eyes, concentrated on treating the wound. Gu Chencha felt her face grow hot. Unable to control herself, she reached out her hand towards Jiang Nu's waist, wanting to pull him closer. However, just as she felt an odd sensation, she suddenly sensed Jiang Nu's body dodge, and her hand was smacked down with a sharp "snap."

"How can you get horny even by rubbing alcohol all over yourself?" he said irritably.

Gu Chenchai pursed her lips and felt upset, refusing to speak.

This time, the wound was a bit serious. After Chu Wentian finished bandaging him, the bleeding did not stop. Ya Ye picked up a piece of hemostatic gel and intended to press it onto the wound. When Gu Chencha saw him inserting a hard object onto the wound, she was frightened and trembling, but instinctively she didn't dare to shout at him to stop. It was Ya Ye who stopped his hand and asked in surprise, "Why are you trembling?"

Gu Chencha had already tightly closed his eyes. It was evident that he was scared, but he endured it, waiting for him to make his move.

Grandpa Ya pinched his arm and whispered to him, "Gel for stopping bleeding, it doesn't hurt. I'm not lying to you." His words seemed to carry a hint of coaxing. Glancing at him, Gu Chencha couldn't help but feel that this Grandpa Ya was completely different from the one he had heard about.

Then he gently pressed in. The feeling was truly peculiar, only a slight sensation of something foreign, but not very painful. Gu Chencha opened his eyes, and Jiang Nu had already put a square adhesive bandage on him.

"When I brought you here, I forgot that there is no place to take a bath," the mute old man patted him and got up.

"Ah, it's almost winter. How can one possibly take a bath every day?" Gu Chencha lay down on the bed in an instant.

The bed is probably only a little over one meter, so narrow that two big men have to squeeze together to sleep. It's likely to be very difficult tonight, but Gu Chen Tea somewhat wanted it. There is only a thin mattress on the bed, comparable to the conditions of a school dormitory. On top of it is an old-fashioned floral-printed tissue paper bedsheet. As soon as he lay down, he smelled the scent of that person on the pillow and bedding. Unable to resist, he turned over and buried his face in it, taking a deep breath. This place is probably not the hidden residence of this big shot.

Old Master saw that he did not want to move, so he stopped talking and took off his suit jacket. He was about to unbutton it when his hand suddenly stopped, and he went straight to the bed. This small action was captured by Gu Chencha, who felt quite proud and thought, "He does have some taste. He's waiting for me to make a move, huh?"

When he got into bed, Gu Chencha felt warm and fuzzy from being loved and cared for today. Without waiting for him to hint, and in an effort to please him, she immediately reached out towards his lower region. However, she was stopped by a firm grip. "Don't do that. Go change your clothes and let's have a good night's sleep together."

Gu Chencha was a bit surprised, but he rarely engaged in idle conversation with Mr. Ya. But when he tried to touch his shirt tight chest and well-shaped abs, only to be blocked, he felt frustrated and turned over to sleep with a grudge.

In the middle of the night, he was awakened by a chill. Reluctant to leave the warmth of his bed, he still felt uncomfortable somehow. Suddenly, he realized that he was in that person's bed. This sudden realization was like a pleasant surprise, giving him a rush of joy. He rolled over and hugged Jiang Nu tightly.

But this embrace was no big deal, Gu Chencha quickly got up.

He never could have imagined that the bitter cold that woke him up was actually emanating from Jiang Nu's body.