Chapter 927: Chapter 927: True Saintly Sick Beauty vs. Fake White Lotus Hypocrite (Part 37)
Shen Nian saw a figure sitting in the living room when he got home.
He instinctively glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already ten-thirty.
Why haven’t you gone to bed at this hour? For a moment, he couldn’t remember any other thoughts.
Shen Nian quickly walked up to Gu Shengyin: “Sister, why haven’t you gone to bed yet?”
Gu Shengyin was half-lying on the sofa, sleepy and drowsy; her long-term steady routine made her unaccustomed to staying up late.
Hearing Shen Nian’s words, she reluctantly opened her eyes: “I was waiting for you to come home.”
However, the moment she saw Shen Nian, her drowsiness was instantly gone.
His face was bruised, and even his lips were broken.
She immediately sat up: “Did you get into a fight?”
Shen Nian was stunned, and then realized that the wounds on his face had been noticed by her.
Subsequently, his memory returned, recalling the things that had upset him.
Somewhat awkwardly turning his head away, he said, “I ran into some punks on the road who wanted to extort me, so I fought with them.”
Gu Shengyin glared at him irritably: “They wanted money, just give it to them. What if they had knives? It’s not worth risking your safety over a few bucks.”
Shen Nian said nothing.
Gu Shengyin was now fully awake and stood up, saying to Shen Nian: “Go take a bath quickly, and after you’re done, I’ll apply medicine for you.”
Shen Nian obediently went to his room to shower.
Upon returning to his room, he realized his previously gloomy mood had significantly improved.
The anger and resentment roiling inside him had already settled down when he saw his sister waiting on the sofa for him until late at night.
It’s always like this.
His joys, sorrows, and anger were all effortlessly controlled by her.
In a word or deed, one moment heaven, the next moment hell.
After showering, Shen Nian went downstairs in his pajamas, with Gu Shengyin waiting there holding the medicine box.
Shen Nian couldn’t help but say: “Sis, I can handle it myself. You should go to sleep first, or you might wake up with a headache in the morning.”
Shen Nian cared about her health even more than Gu Shengyin herself.
Gu Shengyin shot him a look: “Don’t say a word, can you handle the wounds on your body yourself?”
She was not exactly the sheltered young lady; seeing Shen Nian’s face like that, his body must have had even more injuries.
“Take your clothes off,” she urged him.
Shen Nian’s body stiffened. That sentence was just too easy to misinterpret.
Moreover, the person saying it was the one he longed to embrace day and night.
Seeing Shen Nian’s inactivity, Gu Shengyin grew anxious.
Her thoughts were completely different from Shen Nian’s; she thought he was too seriously injured to show her.
“What’s wrong? Hurry up. Aren’t you worried about delaying my sleep? The sooner you apply the medicine, the sooner I can rest.”
Shen Nian snapped back to reality and took off his pajama top without another word.
A sixteen-year-old teenager’s frame was proportionate, his body covered with a thin layer of muscle due to long-term exercise, his build smooth and attractive—not too exaggerated, yet the strength hidden within could not be ignored.
Shen Nian wondered anxiously: Would my sister like it…
However, it turned out he was overthinking.
Because Gu Shengyin didn’t pay any attention at all to whether he had a good physique or any abs or mermaid lines.
Her attention was entirely caught by the blemishes on his otherwise fair skin, blue and purple marks drawing her focus.