After Qingrong washed herself briefly, she saw Xue Shao lying on the couch with a faint smile on his lips. Qingrong shook her head and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
"My heart is happy."
"You're still happy when you're hurt?"
Xue Shao hummed. She didn't understand his mood now. He hoped to understand one day, but he didn't want Qingrong to experience such suffering...
"I didn't tell grandpa and grandma the truth because I didn't want to cause any complications. Don't misunderstand this." Xue Shao's brothers were also particularly worried about his injuries. Qingrong faced the greetings of so many people and told lies with her eyes closed.
, I was really ashamed and uneasy. The news that Xue Shao was injured and came back early naturally spread to several uncles' homes. Some people were concerned, and some were watching the show and making sarcastic comments. Although Qingrong knew that everyone in the family, although they were relatives, they were not human beings.
They were all close to each other, and seeing their faces made her really angry.
Xue Shao said: "No."
Qingrong rolled up her sleeves and said, "I'll give you some medicine. Does it hurt?"
Xue Shao said in a muffled voice: "It doesn't hurt."
"If it hurts, tell me and I'll be more careful."
"It doesn't matter, I'm not that delicate."
Qingrong was funny, and while applying the medicine, she said: "It's not that you are delicate, I know you are not afraid of pain, but I also want you to suffer less."
Xue Shao smiled softly and turned his head to look at her, "Are you feeling distressed?"
I thought Qingrong would smile shyly and ignore his words, but she actually looked into Xue Shao's eyes and admitted openly, "Well, I feel bad."
"Okay," Qingrong quickly put on the medicine. Before Xue Shao could say anything, she got off the bed and went to clean her hands. When she came back, most of the lights in the room had been blown out by servants.
It was plunged into darkness, with only two dim lamps still burning in the inner room, making shadows dim.
Qingrong got on the bed lightly, pulled the corner of Xue Shao's quilt, and said softly: "Get some rest early."
But he said: "I lie down too much and can't sleep."
Qingrong smiled helplessly, "What should I do?" She leaned over gently, "You want me to put you to sleep?"
Xue Shao raised his eyebrows when he heard this, leaned against her ear and asked, "How to coax her?"
Qingrong turned sideways, her sleeves were floating, and there was a deep fragrance lingering on the tip of her nose, which was fascinating. She kissed Xue Shao's face gently and asked, "Is this okay?"
Xue Shao looked at her through the dim light, and the soft mist-like moonlight shone on her face, making her face like a white wall look cold and icy, but the gentleness in her eyebrows was enough to eat away the coldness...
He thought to himself that the moonlight must be very beautiful tonight.
His Adam's apple rolled and he said hoarsely: "Is it just once?"
"Those two times?" As she spoke, Qingrong kissed her gently again, and she whispered: "Is that enough?"
He hummed. He really wanted Qingrong to kiss him a few more times, but if that was the case, he might not have to sleep anymore tonight. He asked, "Why are you treating me so well all of a sudden?"
He is so easy to talk to and willing to follow him.
Qingrong smiled softly, "Is this good?" She didn't know whether to say that Xue Shao was too easily satisfied, or that she had treated him so badly in the past that a little more care would make him so happy.
Xue Shao hummed, "That's great."
Qingrong smiled, with crooked eyes, and said: "It will be better in the future, so you have to take good care of your injuries and get better soon, you know?"
Xue Shao did not speak, but stretched out his hand to pull Qingrong closer, letting Qingrong's head rest on his chest. Qingrong asked with concern: "Will this press you?"
"No." Now he just hates that he can't do anything, and he doesn't care if it hurts him.
Then for a while, neither of them spoke, and the room became quiet again.
Qingrong could hear Xue Shao's heartbeat, which was powerful and steady, which made people feel at ease. Xue Shao suddenly said without end: "This is the second time."
"What?"
He kissed Qingrong on the forehead and said, "I'll save you the second time."
Qingrong was stunned and chuckled: "It's true."
Xue Shao was dissatisfied, "What does it mean to be real? You have forgotten?" You don't even remember the past with him?
"I remember." It was just very vague. She only remembered it occasionally and didn't take it to heart. She didn't know whether it was because she didn't care about people that she forgot about it. Or it was because she forgot about it that she didn't care about what was happening in front of her.
people.
But she heard him say: "It doesn't matter if you don't remember, it's not a good thing."
Qingrong deliberately teased him and said, "Then I have completely forgotten?"
"Yes." He said in a serious tone: "The past is over, so you don't have to keep it in your mind all the time."
Qingrong was slightly stunned, "Are you serious?"
"Seriously. Don't think about bad things anymore. Good things... no matter how good they are, they are all in the past. What's the use of talking about it or keeping it in your heart?" These two times, she almost had an accident, no matter how good it was.
Either time, if it was a little closer or a little later, he might lose her.
Qingrong didn't speak. Xue Shao looked at Ban Zheng indifferently, but sometimes he was very transparent and thought-provoking. "You always make it difficult for me to understand."
Xue Shao curled his lips and said, "You are so smart, why don't you put more thought into it? What don't you understand?" It just depends on whether she is willing or not.
Qingrong smiled and sighed: "Glib tongue."
"truth."
"In this case, I have no choice but to comply with your wishes."