Chapter 747: Young people should play fewer games

An Yunxi heard Lin Yuan's explanation and quickly lifted her head.

Her pretty face was still flushed, her voice tinged with panic and shyness, and she hastily added:

"Officer, you really misunderstood; we weren't playing a game—I'm genuinely injured, and I had no choice but to be like this."

Her voice was soft and soft, tinged with a hint of grievance, fearing the traffic officer wouldn't believe her.

At that moment, a female traffic officer stepped forward, arms crossed, her eyes full of contempt and suspicion.

The female traffic officer's tone carried a hint of mockery:

"You thrill‑seeking young people—I've seen plenty of your kind. Don't make up injury excuses; whatever game you're playing, I know all about it."

In her view, the two were deliberately striking this ambiguous pose, using injury as an excuse to brush off the inspection.

An Yunxi's cheeks grew even redder under the female officer's words, shame and grievance intertwining, her eye sockets slightly reddened.

Yet she forced herself to explain: "We really didn't play a game; I'm truly hurt, and sitting down would be painful."

The female traffic officer raised an eyebrow, her gaze landing on An Yunxi's still‑raised buttocks, her tone growing stricter:

"Not playing a game? Then why are you sticking your butt up so high? Dressed so revealingly—if it's not intentional, what is it?"

The female officer's words were like needles, pricking An Yunxi until she felt utterly embarrassed.

An Yunxi lowered her head even further, her pretty face flushed to the point of almost bleeding, unable to utter a word of defense.

Lin Yuan watched An Yunxi's embarrassed state, then glanced at the female officer's doubtful gaze, his tone growing a bit urgent as he explained again:

"Officer, she really is injured—she was cut by a knife during a scuffle at the bar just now. Because the wound is on her buttocks, sitting would pull at it, so she can only keep this posture; it's not what you think."

The female officer still didn't believe it, curled her lip, her tone tinged with disdain:

"Where are you injured? I think it's just an excuse—I don't believe it."

Seeing this, Lin Yuan knew verbal explanations wouldn't work; he gritted his teeth, pointed at An Yunxi's raised buttocks, and said seriously:

"She's injured here; if you don't believe me, I can prove it to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for An Yunxi's reaction, Lin Yuan reached out his hand.

He carefully slipped his hand into An Yunxi's buttocks area, his fingertips lightly touching the gauze around the wound.

An Yunxi's whole body tensed, her delicate frame shuddering uncontrollably.

The flush on An Yunxi's cheeks instantly spread to her neck, a strong sense of shyness and a strange throbbing sweeping through her body.

She instinctively tried to dodge, but because the wound hurt, she could only stiffly maintain her original posture, not daring to make a sound, her eyes filled with panic and shyness.

Lin Yuan sensed An Yunxi's stiffness, quickly withdrew his hand, and saw a faint trace of blood on his fingertip.

It was blood seeping from the wound that the gauze hadn't fully stopped.

He raised his hand toward the female officer, gesturing, and spoke sincerely:

"Officer, look—this is An Sister's blood seeping from her wound; we're not deliberately playing some stimulating game."

The female officer lowered her head to examine the blood on Lin Yuan's fingertip, her brows slightly furrowed, her expression wavering between belief and doubt.

The female officer's tone softened a bit, yet still carried a hint of suspicion:

"You… really didn't play any stimulating game?" She looked at An Yunxi's still‑flushed cheeks and awkward pose, still finding it hard to believe.

Lin Yuan quickly nodded and explained:

"Really not, Officer—we're just normally sending an injured person home. If you don't believe me, you could still check her wound, but the location is inconvenient, so it's really not appropriate to show it publicly."

An Yunxi beside him also quickly lifted her head, her pretty face still flushed, her eyes holding lingering shyness and urgency, and she shook her head firmly.

An Yunxi whispered in agreement:

"No… no, Officer, we really didn't play a game." After saying that, she quickly lowered her head, too embarrassed to meet the female officer's gaze again.

The female officer watched the two echoing each other, then glanced at the blood on Lin Yuan's fingertip.

The female officer's pretty face remained full of doubt, and she muttered under her breath:

"But you acting like this clearly looks like you're out playing a stimulating game—midnight, and your pose is still so ambiguous…"

She still couldn't dispel her doubts entirely, her tone tinged with incomprehension.

Lin Yuan was already somewhat irritable from staying up late and having to deal with the officer's misunderstanding.

At this moment, hearing the female officer chatter on endlessly and still not letting go, Lin Yuan suddenly felt a bit impatient.

Lin Yuan furrowed his brows and retorted:

"Officer, I've produced evidence proving she's injured—why do you still not believe me? And you, so familiar with these so‑called 'stimulating games'—could it be you've played them yourself?"

As soon as he said that, the female officer's whole body tensed, her face flushing bright red in an instant.

Her face reddened from cheeks to ears, as if some secret had been exposed.

The female police officer's expression turned flustered, and she quickly snapped:

"Nonsense! I haven't played any of that! I… I only heard about it from others!"

Her voice trembled a little, her eyes darted away, she couldn't meet Lin Yuan's gaze—clearly she'd been struck where it hurt.

Flustered, the female officer couldn't keep questioning the pair; she waved her hand and said in a somewhat stiff tone:

"Alright, alright—since you didn't play any stimulating game, I'll let you go. Hurry up, drive safely, and remember to buckle up next time."

Having said that, the female officer turned and hurriedly walked aside, unwilling to linger, fearing Lin Yuan would press further and expose more of her thoughts.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan helplessly shook his head and didn't say anything more.

Lin Yuan quickly opened the car door, got into the driver's seat, and thoughtfully helped An Yunxi close the passenger door, reminding her:

"An Sister, sit steady—I'll take you home."

An Yunxi gave a soft "mm," still keeping her prone posture on the seat.

Only the flush on her pretty face hadn't faded, recalling the earlier misunderstanding and Lin Yuan's actions.

An Yunxi's inner shyness and strange throbbing… intertwined.

She still didn't dare lift her head to look at Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan started the car, slowly drove away from the intersection, and continued heading toward An Yunxi's home...

The atmosphere inside the car returned to its previous tranquility, yet gained a hint of indescribable ambiguity.

The car drove for ten-odd minutes, finally arriving at the residential complex where An Yunxi lived...

Lin Yuan slowly brought the car to a stop, got out first, walked to the passenger side, and carefully opened the door.

An Yunxi tried to rise on her own, but as soon as she exerted her buttock wound, a piercing pain shot through, making her furrow her brow involuntarily as she just lifted her body, and her motion froze instantly.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan hesitated not at all, bent over, and carefully scooped An Yunxi up in a horizontal hold.

His movements were gentle, for fear of tugging at her wound.

An Yunxi, caught off guard, instinctively wrapped her arms around Lin Yuan's neck, and her cheeks instantly flushed again.

A faint herbal scent from Lin Yuan lingered at her nostrils, and a warm current welled up in her heart.

She gazed at Lin Yuan's focused, earnest profile, her eye sockets slightly warm, her heart full of emotion.

Since her injury, no one had ever cared for her with such meticulous tenderness.

Lin Yuan held An Yunxi steady as he walked into the residential complex, took the elevator to her floor.

An Yunxi softly spoke the code, Lin Yuan opened the door, carefully carried her inside, and gently placed her on the soft sofa.

"Thank you, Lin Yuan." An Yunxi leaned against the sofa, her voice soft, her eyes brimming with emotion.

Her pretty face still bore an undissipated flush: "Tonight really troubled you, from the bar until now, you've been taking care of me all along."

Lin Yuan waved his hand, his tone gentle:

"Sister An, there's no need to stand on ceremony with me—you're injured, so caring for you is only right. Your wound just bled again; let me re‑treat it, otherwise it might get infected."

After the wound was tended, An Yunxi watched Lin Yuan earnestly put away the medical kit, and the emotion in her heart deepened further.

However, at this moment she felt sticky and uncomfortable all over.

She bit her lower lip, gathered her courage, and spoke softly with a hint of shyness and pleading:

"Lin Yuan, can you help Sister? Sister… I want to take a bath, but in my current state it's really inconvenient."

Upon hearing this, An Yunxi's cheeks flushed a shade deeper.

Lin Yuan gave a slight nod, not refusing.

Lin Yuan turned and walked into the bathroom, fetched the medical kit, and placed it beside the sofa.

Then he gently lifted An Yunxi's skirt, avoiding the wound, and carefully removed the blood‑stained gauze.

Her wound still seeped a little, with slight redness and swelling around it.

Lin Yuan skillfully disinfected with iodine, then applied clean gauze and rewrapped it, his movements gentle throughout, causing An Yunxi no pain at all.

Having said that, Lin Yuan bent over again, carefully lifted An Yunxi, and headed toward the bathroom.

He gently pushed open the bathroom door, steadied An Yunxi at the edge of the tub, then turned and turned on the faucet, adjusting the water temperature.

Lin Yuan slowly let water fill the tub, while softly instructing:

"Sister An, the water temperature is set; wash slowly, and if anything feels inconvenient, call me—I'll be waiting outside."

Lin Yuan's motion of putting away the medical kit paused, and he suddenly lifted his head.

A flicker of surprise crossed Lin Yuan's face; he clearly hadn't expected An Yunxi to make such a request.

After a few seconds of staring, seeing An Yunxi's flushed cheeks and pleading gaze, he ultimately nodded.

Lin Yuan spoke with a somewhat unnatural tone:

"All right, Sister An, I'll help you."

An Yunxi gave a soft "hum," watching the steam slowly rise in the tub, her pretty face turning completely red.

She was about to reach out to remove her clothing.

But as soon as she moved, a sharp pain shot from her buttock wound, pulling at her nerves, making her gasp involuntarily and freezing her motion instantly.

She simply couldn't manage the bathing motions on her own; even just taking off her clothes would tug the wound, causing her whole body to go stiff with pain.

An Yunxi bit her lower lip, her cheeks reddening to the point of almost dripping blood.

An Yunxi hesitated for a long time, then mustered all her courage, and softly tugged at Lin Yuan's sleeve, speaking quietly with a hint of shyness and pleading:

"Lin Yuan, could… could you help me scrub my back? I'm injured, so even lifting my hand to apply body wash is inconvenient—please."

As she spoke, Lin Yuan picked up the body wash nearby, squeezed out an appropriate amount into his palm.

He drew a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, daring not to open them, for fear of seeing what he shouldn't.

Then Lin Yuan carefully extended his hand, lightly resting it on An Yunxi's back.

He gently applied the body wash, his whole body tense, his breathing extremely shallow.

Upon hearing her, Lin Yuan's body tensed, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face.

Lin Yuan instinctively wanted to refuse.

But seeing An Yunxi's reddened eye sockets and pleading gaze… he recalled her injured state.

In the end, Lin Yuan sighed helplessly.

Lin Yuan nodded, his tone somewhat unnatural:

"All right, Sister An, I'll help you."

Lin Yuan kept his eyes closed, relying on feeling to carefully help An Yunxi apply body wash and scrub her back.

Throughout he dared not overstep even a bit, yet the faint fragrance of An Yunxi's body lingered at his nostrils, mingling with the body wash's fresh scent, plus the soft sensation transmitted from his palm…

These stirred a strange feeling in his heart, and his body gradually began to react.

An Yunxi felt

Her pretty face instantly flushed to the point of almost bleeding, and the base of her ears burned with a hot blush.

She slightly lowered her head, clutching the tub's edge with both hands, her body stiff to the point of not daring to move.

The atmosphere grew ever more ambiguous, as if even the air had been tinged with pink.

An Yunxi was caught off guard.

She hastily pulled her hand back, her pretty face reddening to the point of almost dripping blood.

Even her ears turned red, she lowered her head, not daring to breathe, her shyness and panic intertwined, leaving her at a loss.

After finally helping An Yunxi finish her bath, Lin Yuan quickly turned around, preparing to grab a towel to dry her.

The moment Lin Yuan rose, his reaction couldn't be concealed, and he happened to bump straight into An Yunxi, who had turned her head to look.

An Yunxi's gaze inadvertently swept over, and her whole body instantly stiffened.

Her pretty face instantly flushed to the point of almost smoking, her eyes full of surprise and shyness; she instinctively looked away, yet couldn't help stealing a glance.

An Yunxi bit her lip, her cheeks still flushed.

Hearing that Lin Yuan was about to leave, she inexplicably felt a hint of reluctance.

She instinctively reached out and grabbed Lin Yuan's wrist, applying slight pressure with her fingertips to keep him from leaving.

An Yunxi's voice was as faint as a mosquito, tinged with lingering shyness and a barely perceptible anticipation, as she whispered:

"Lin Yuan, you… you don't rush off…"

An Yunxi continued to bite her lip, her fingertips tightly clutching Lin Yuan's wrist.

Her cheeks flushed to the point of almost smoking, her chest rose and fell slightly, and her breathing grew a little ragged.

She lifted her head, her eyes holding a touch of shyness, a hint of hesitation, and a barely perceptible tenderness…

Her voice was as faint as a mosquito, yet it clearly reached Lin Yuan's ears:

"Lin Yuan, you… you're feeling uncomfortable, right?"

Lin Yuan stiffened at the words, his embarrassment worsening.

He hastily shook his head, his tone flustered and unnatural, stammering his defense:

"No… I'm not uncomfortable, Sister An, I'm fine, don't overthink it, I'm really leaving now."

He said this while trying to gently pull his wrist back.

Lin Yuan's eyes darted away, afraid to meet An Yunxi's gaze, lest she see through his embarrassment and true thoughts.

An Yunxi, however, did not let go; instead, she applied a little more pressure, tightening her grip on Lin Yuan's wrist…

She lowered her eyes, her pretty face still flushed, her breathing still uneven, and the corner of her mouth curled into an extremely faint, shy smile.

She whispered:

"Don't pretend, Lin Yuan. Sister… understands."

Having said that, she slightly lifted her gaze, her eyes landing on Lin Yuan's flustered face…

The shyness in An Yunxi's eyes gradually faded a bit, replaced by a hint of initiative and tenderness…

Her tone remained gentle, yet carried an unmistakable probe:

"Since you're uncomfortable… then, how about I, your sister, help you?"