The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

"What? Xiaonuan twisted her ankle? What happened? Is it serious?"

"She’s fine." Qin Yi explained, a black line practically drawn across his face. "There’s medicine upstairs. Later Young Master can rub it for her and she’ll be okay."

Nangong Feihong was half convinced, half doubtful.

His gaze, however, fell on Rasha’er in the corner.

At this moment Rasha’er also had her eyes wide open, staring at Nangong Feihong.

Why... does this man look so familiar?

But for the moment, she just couldn’t remember where she’d seen him before!

Rasha’er frowned slightly.

Nangong Feihong was stunned for a second by those big blue eyes looking at him.

Thinking of something, he hurriedly rushed over to Rasha’er.

He looked at her and asked, "You’re Xiaonuan’s friend?"

Rasha’er stared wide-eyed at Nangong Feihong and nodded.

Nangong Feihong quickly squatted down, ready to tear off the tape over her mouth.

Qin Yi hurried forward and said, "Young Master Feihong..."

"Shut your mouth!" Nangong Feihong cut him off, frowning as he glared at Qin Yi. "Xiaonuan just told me to take care of her, didn’t you hear? And she’s such a pretty girl, how can you treat her so roughly? How can you bring yourselves to do that?"

Nangong Feihong finished impatiently and ripped off the bandage on Rasha’er’s mouth.

Seeing this, Qin Yi frowned slightly.

Figuring that with so many bodyguards around, this woman wouldn’t be able to run anyway.

Just now when Xiaonuan spoke, Young Master hadn’t objected either. Looked like Young Master didn’t really intend to get rid of this woman.

Thinking of that, Qin Yi no longer tried to stop him.

As soon as Rasha’er could open her mouth, she shouted, "Let me out of here! Help!"

Nangong Feihong was startled by her voice.

"So you can speak Chinese! And so fluently too? Haha... Don’t worry, I’m here to save you!"

Rasha’er looked at Nangong Feihong, wary and suspicious. "You really... will let me go?"

"Of course. You’re Xiaonuan’s friend, so you’re my friend too!"

Qin Yi stepped up to remind him, "Young Master Feihong, this person was captured by Young Master. He still has questions for her."

Nangong Feihong said disdainfully, "I know. But even if you have to capture her, you can’t treat a delicate girl like this, right?!"

As he spoke, he looked at Rasha’er’s bound hands. "Don’t worry, I’ll untie you."

Nangong Feihong said that and bent down.

Rasha’er’s eyes went wide and she turned her face away.

Nangong Feihong lowered his head, his face almost touching hers. The faint scent of his shampoo drifted over, smelling really nice.

Her originally tense nerves relaxed, and she didn’t feel quite so scared.

Nangong Feihong loosened her hands, only to find her palms covered in blood, all congealed.

He grabbed her wrist in surprise and said, "What happened to your hand?"

Rasha’er cried out in pain and yanked her hand back.

Nangong Feihong immediately turned and shouted to the servants in the corner, "Go get the first-aid kit, quick!"

The servant looked at Nangong Feihong, didn’t move, then glanced at Qin Yi.

Qin Yi gave the servant a slight nod, and only then did the servant turn to get the kit.

Nangong Feihong saw Rasha’er kneeling on the ground, her hand injured.

He bent down and scooped her up in a princess carry.

"What are you doing? Put me down!" Rasha’er cried out in shock. Other than Yan, no man had ever held her like this!

Nangong Feihong frowned, his good-looking brows lifting as he gave her a sunny smile. "Little girl, don’t be afraid. You’re hurt, don’t move around. I’ll put medicine on for you in a minute."

The sunlight fell across the young man’s handsome brows, radiating warmth like sunshine itself.

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