Chapter 828: Order Him to Take Off His Clothes

pain, her mind returning slightly. She stared at his face, mumbling hypnotically, even incoherent: "You're my older brother! My blood brother! I'm your sister-in-law! My blood sister-in-law! So, big...A wave of commotion swept through the airport. People looked at each other, confused, and then began to chatter excitedly.

"Is the boy being chased a criminal"

"Will it be unsafe at the airport"

"What happened"

Everyone was talking at once.

Lian Xing'er heard someone shouting beside her ears, she froze and lifted her head, wiping away the tears from the corner of her eyes, and looked forward.

Still separated by the glass wall before her, Xing'er saw Lang An and several men in security guard and policeman uniforms fighting.

It was obvious that those men were no match for Lang An at all.

Once Lian Xing'er realized the severity of the situation, she immediately got up and ran towards the ticket checking counter.

She didn't have a ticket for this gate and couldn't get through, so she had to climb over the fence privately.

If she didn't jump the fence to stop Lang An, the consequences would probably be even worse.

Just as Lang An raised his fist, ready to punch the last guard in front of him, Lian Xing ran over just in time, opened her arms, and stood in front of the guard.

Lang An's fist, carrying a gust of cold wind, came to a steady stop just before Lian Xing'er's nose.

The surrounding guards and security personnel, who had been knocked to the ground, stared in disbelief at the scene unfolding before them, their mouths agape. They drew a collective gasp of cold air.

Lian Xing'er, however, looked fearlessly at Lang An and ordered, "Lang An, stop it!"

"Miss…" Lang An just wanted to say something, but he stopped himself.

He actually wanted to help her get Ming Sihan back.

He just didn't want to see her sad and crying.

Because he found that her tears made him feel very uncomfortable.

Lang An didn't know how to express his feelings to Lian Xing'er. He felt lost and helpless.

Lián Xīng'er accompanied Láng n, retrieved their own luggage, and was escorted by the airport security personnel to the police station in Beicheng.

This is another instance of scaling walls, assaulting security guards, and disrupting public order. This has even left Xing'er struggling to defend Lang An from accusations.

Lianxing's attitude toward admitting her mistake was excellent. She didn't make things difficult for anyone, nor did she act unreasonably. She didn't even call her "all-powerful" father to intervene, but instead resolved the matter on her own.

The compensation for the compensation, the apology for the apology, the signature for the signature.

After being at the police station all day, it wasn't until nine o'clock in the evening that both Xing'er and Lang'an came out.

Lang An walked like a child who had done something wrong, dragging his head and trailing behind Lian Xing'er with his suitcase.

Lian Xing'er suddenly stopped, and Lang An followed suit.

"Lang An, are you hurt" Lian Xing'er turned to ask.

At the airport initially, those few guards did use batons to beat Lang An.

Lang An shook her head slightly.

Lian Xing'er, however, was half-believing and half-doubting.

Tonight we can't go to Yuncheng for hot springs. They missed their flight time, and there are no more tickets to Yuncheng now.

Lian Xing'er took Lang An back to the hotel.

Lang Anqiang had just put down his suitcase when Lian Xing'er, while opening the suitcase, ordered, “Take off your clothes!”

Lang An looked at Lian Xing'er in bewilderment.

Lian Xing'er took out a medicine box from her suitcase.

When Lianxing went out, she was truly "well-equipped." Her large suitcase really had everything.

"Still not changed" Lian Xing'er held a medical kit in one hand and crossed her arms, putting on a domineering air in front of Lang An.

Only then did Lang An calmly begin to take off his clothes.

Then Xing'er opened the medicine box, taking out cotton swabs and antiseptic oil.

In a short while, Lang An was shirtless before Lian Xing'er.

Lang An's frame was slender, but his abdomen had a few well-defined abs.

Just...

Holding the medicine oil and cotton swab in her hand, Lian Xing'er looked up at Lang An’s back and was immediately shocked.

Lang An's skin was unnaturally pale, with fresh and old whip marks crisscrossing his back.

And the bruising from the initial baton blow was truly horrific, making his back a sight to behold.

"Are you in pain" Lianxing asked with concern.

Lang An tightly pursed his lips, saying nothing.

The whip marks on his back were given to him by her grandfather, Xing'er's grandfather, Lian Zhongkai.

In that laboratory, no one would truly care about him.

Lian Xing'er was rubbing medicine oil on Lang An while gently blowing on his wound: "When I was little, Mommy used to treat my wounds just like this. But listen to a secret! Every time I got hurt, the wound would disappear from my body within hours. Isn't that strange Actually, there were times when I thought I was dreaming or hallucinating."

When she got to this point, Lang An suddenly turned around and pulled Lian Xing'er into his arms, holding her tightly.

Lian Xing'er stared in shock, trying to push Lang An away, but he only held her tighter.

Close to her cheek, intimately pressed against his chest, a strong and powerful heart beat rapidly within his rib cage, “thump thump” like a drum.

"If Miss wants to cry, my arms are also available." Lang An's tone was calm, without any emotion.

Lian Xing'er gave up struggling, but she no longer felt the urge to cry.

"Lang An, your heart is beating so fast, is that how fast a wolf's heartbeat is" Lian Xing'er couldn't help but tease.

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