Chapter Sixty-One: Still Have the Nerve to Laugh — For the Sake of the Dance?

He scooped me up in his arms and strode out, shouting to Amu and Zhu Bang, who had rushed over, “Get the doctor, quickly.”

Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck and mumbled, “It’s nothing, don’t get so worked up.”

He shot me a glare. “Shut up.”

More and more people hurried over. Luo Anxin was being carried by a man—she was just a child, probably hadn’t seen anything like this before. Tears still clung to her cheeks, but when she saw us, she slipped down and ran over, asking, “Brother, is Sister going to be okay?”

Luo Ange managed a reassuring smile. “She’s fine. Go inside with Uncle first. The rest of you, don’t follow.”

He took me to a small, detached villa, where a doctor was already waiting at the door. Together, the two of them laid me on the bed.

There was urgency in Luo Ange’s voice. “Quick, take a look at her. What’s wrong?”

The doctor glanced at me, calmly pressing gauze to stop the bleeding. “We don’t know yet. Let’s stop the bleeding first.”

I had never lost so much blood before—it felt as if every last drop was draining from my body.

Luo Ange cast me a brief, impatient glance. “Can’t you be a bit gentler?”

The doctor chuckled. “Alright, alright. I’ll be gentle.”

I tugged at Luo Ange’s sleeve, finding his expression a bit comical. “Hey, go outside. I get nervous when you’re here.”

He took my hand. “Don’t worry, I’m here. Don’t be afraid.”

The gauze pressed against my nose was painful, but his tone—like coaxing a child—made me laugh despite myself.

He frowned, giving my palm a light squeeze. “You can still laugh?”

I lowered my head and muttered, “Who could help it, seeing a pig like you?”

He raised his hand as if to smack me, but when I looked up at him—my face still streaked with blood—he hesitated and let it drop.

Once the bleeding stopped, the doctor packed up his things unhurriedly and asked, “Have you been staying up late a lot? Eating irregularly?”

I nodded. “I haven’t slept in two days.”

The doctor pressed, “And what have you been doing instead of sleeping?”

I glanced at Luo Ange, suddenly at a loss for words. I couldn’t very well tell the doctor I’d been ravaged by a pig—and that the pig was standing right there, could I?

Luo Ange, naturally, understood my implication. He shot me a warning look, then turned to the doctor. “She’s had a gastrectomy and surgery on her eyes before—could it be related?”

I was surprised he knew about my surgeries, and couldn’t help glancing at him again.

He picked up a cotton swab from the tray, dipped it in alcohol, and began wiping the blood from my face.

I instinctively tried to pull away, but his breath brushed against my skin, tickling like tiny insects. My mind started conjuring up all sorts of images, and my cheeks flushed red.

With a mischievous smile at the corner of his lips, Luo Ange steadied my head and patiently cleaned my face.

The alcohol was cool, his breath warm. In this clash of fire and ice, I lost myself for the first time.

When he finished, he turned to the equally distracted doctor. “Could it have anything to do with those surgeries?”

The doctor thought for a moment. “It shouldn’t. Most likely, it’s due to irregular eating and lack of sleep. Some rest and better care should fix it. Young master, no need to worry.”

Luo Ange shot me a glance, his expression a bit awkward. “Who’s worried? I just… don’t want her dying in the house. Bad luck.”

His words stung me into sitting up. “You pervert! Say that again if you dare!”

The doctor chuckled, but under the pervert’s glare, he quietly slipped away.

Luo Ange leaned in close to my ear. “Seems you’re already missing the taste of last night.”