Du Xiaoran said to the Marquis and Lady of York: "Yes, Marquis, Marquise!"

After saying that, he patted Roland on the back, took her to the sofa and sat down. He knelt on one knee, took her injured right hand, and bandaged it himself.

Roland looked at the man kneeling in front of him, feeling very happy. The smile on his face became deeper and deeper, and he couldn't help but said: "Xiao Ran, you are so kind to me."

Du Xiaoran was skillful in his technique and answered without any pause: "This is what I should do."

The Marquis of York and his wife saw that their daughter was happy and was willing to bandage her. Their worries were relieved. After giving Roland a few careful words, they went back to their room to rest, leaving space for the two young people.

"All of you, please step back. You are no longer needed here." Roland looked around and calmly ordered the servants.

"Yes, Miss Roland. I wish you good night." The servants withdrew one by one.

Du Xiaoran tied the gauze into a beautiful bow, and then started to pack the medical box. Looking into her smiling eyes, he asked lightly: "How did you get hurt?"

Roland looked at his well-bandaged right hand and smiled casually: "It's okay, I just touched it accidentally."

If he saw it correctly, the wound should have been scratched by a sharp weapon, and a long gash was torn in the palm of his hand.

Although Du Xiaoran was confused, he didn't say anything, and nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

After packing the medical kit, he stood up and planned to leave: "It's getting late, you should have a good rest."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Roland immediately stood up and hugged him from behind, burying his face on his broad back and rubbing him lovingly: "Xiao Ran, don't be so indifferent to me, I won't be able to bear it."

Du Xiaoran opened her hand and said, "You think too much."

Roland hugged him again: "Really? Am I really thinking too much?"

"Yeah." A hint of impatience flashed in Du Xiaoran's eyes.

"Okay, prove it to me and I will believe you. Now, take me back to the room." Roland demanded unreasonably.

Du Xiaoran looked back at her, and after a long while, he leaned down slightly, picked her up by the waist, and took her back to the bedroom.

"Go to bed early, good night." After putting her on the bed, Du Xiaoran turned around to leave. Roland hurriedly grabbed him, with a hint of shyness and longing in his eyes: "Xiao Ran, please stay here tonight and don't leave, okay? "

Du Xiaoran broke off her hand and turned to leave. Roland looked at his cold and distant back, and his anger suddenly rose, "After all, you still love her, right? It's because of her that he refuses to touch me. Yes or no?!"

The man's back suddenly froze, neither admitting nor denying.

It wasn't until the bedroom door was closed and the man left ruthlessly that Roland laughed out loud at himself. The more he loved her, the more she would torture her to death to see how long he could still love her!

Whatever she, York Roland, likes, she will definitely get it, and he, Du Xiaoran, will be no exception!

After changing his clothes, Roland drove quickly out of the castle and headed towards the suburbs without calling the driver.

…………

“Bang——” The hotel room door was kicked open.

Seeing who the visitor was, the bodyguards bowed in fear and said hello: "Miss Roland, good evening."

Luo Anning was lying on the ground with scars all over his body. He had been beaten violently a few hours ago, and his face was even swollen from Roland's beating.

Almost no part of the skin exposed outside the clothes was intact. The whip marks were staggered and covered with bloody scabs, which was shocking.

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