Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

Chapter 207:1 Want To Hug You

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Blondie swung the baseball bat directly at Lushen’s face. Lushen sidestepped, dodging the attack, and at the same time, he didn’t forget to pick up the wooden stick that Shen Wan had thrown to him. With a muffled thud, Blondie clutched his neck, his eyes rolling back, and he passed out.

Lushen was still seething, and he used the sole of his shoe to press down hard on the man’s chest a few times before stopping. “That’s what you get for being arrogant and cocky! Take that!”

Then he scurried over to Quan Hanting, “Hehe… Sixth Brother, I’ve got it all under control!” His eyes were full of hope, practically begging for praise.

“Alright.”

“Huh?” That’s it? Lushen was baffled.

With the crisis averted, Shen Wan stepped out of the man’s embrace. Quan Hanting, lost in thought, didn’t realize his hand that had been resting on her shoulder had suddenly dropped, and his heart sank.

“Thank you, Si…” Before she could say “six,” the man took a step closer. In the next second, he scooped her up.

“What are you doing?!”

“Don’t move. Do you want to bleed some more?”

Shen Wan suddenly felt a sharp pain in her right elbow, realizing that she must have injured it when she rushed out of the dark alley and collided with something solid.

Fresh blood meandered down her arm, slipped into her palm, and dripped from her fingertips, some of it seeping into the man’s coat. It wasn’t very noticeable because it was black.

“Little Seventh, bring the car over.”

Lushen, who was called upon, said with a touch of frustration, “Me again? Is there no justice left in the world…”

He was inwardly complaining but outwardly compliant. “Alright, Sixth Brother.”

He felt so wronged, whimpering softly.

Before leaving, he shot Shen Wan a glare as if she were a thief, cursing her silently for being a sly little fox!

“Put me down.”

“You’re injured.”

“I injured my hand, not my foot.”

“But it’s still an injury.”

“…Quan Hanting, what are you trying to do?” Shen Wan tilted her head, from her angle, she could see Quan Hanting’s slightly stubbled chin and that seductive Adam’s apple clearly, which happened to be one of his charming features.

She silently cursed him as a “monster”!

A man with a face more delicate than a woman’s, what else could he be but a monster?

Just as she was thinking this, he lowered his head, and their eyes met. From his eyes, Shen Wan caught a hint of… shallowness and something resembling… a smile?

“What’s so funny?”

“It’s quite simple,” he answered her previous question, “I just want to hold you. It doesn’t matter if your hand or leg is injured. Is that answer satisfactory?”

Shen Wan was speechless.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

She averted her eyes slightly and said in a soft tone, “What do you want me to say?”

Quan Hanting thought for a moment, “Call me a scoundrel? Or a rascal? Or perhaps struggle to get down?”

“It seems that Sixth Lord enjoys being scolded.”

“If possible, I only wish to be scolded by you. Of course, I would only grant that privilege to you.”

“You’re shameless!”

“Good, I like it when you scold me.” His smile deepened, looking as if he were enjoying a gentle spring breeze.

Shen Wan was left utterly speechless.

Could this man be mentally unstable?

Well, her wound was still bleeding, and she had a free human reclining chair, so she decided to go along with it.

When Lushen brought the car over, he saw the two of them still in the same position as before.

The man’s large hand was supporting the woman’s back, and the other hand was under her knees, his strong arms and sturdy chest like a safe harbor in a storm.

The woman’s uninjured hand encircled the man’s neck, and her long, slender leg dangled in the air, delicate and graceful.

Lushen pursed his lips, thinking to himself, “So, that’s the advantage of being as thin as a bamboo pole. It’s effortless to be held, and your legs are long and attractive..”