However, the footsteps behind her got closer and closer to the bed, and then Lu Moqing’s voice sounded, "Get up and take the dicine."
Qiao Xu’s body stiffened for a mont, and as she turned her head, she saw Lu Moqing holding a glass of water in one hand while the other hand held two white pills by the bed.
There was a slight surprise in her eyes. The Lu Moqing she rembered was not such a considerate person, especially towards her.
So when he asked her earlier if she had a headache and then left without saying anything else, she didn’t think much of it, only feeling that Lu Moqing was inherently cold and indifferent. However, she didn’t expect that he had actually gone to get her dicine.
Although she resisted Lu Moqing internally, she wouldn’t take her own body as a joke just to resist him. She got up and swallowed the water and pills that Lu Moqing handed her, glanced at him, and said a word of thanks.
Just as she was about to lie down again, Lu Moqing motioned her to co over, "Co here."
"What’s the matter?"
Even though she accepted his kindness just now, Qiao Xu’s gaze at Lu Moqing was still far from friendly.
Lu Moqing, annoyed by her defensive look, didn’t bother to explain and simply reached out to pull her out of bed.
"Lu Moqing..."
Qiao Xu’s face darkened, just about to lose her temper, when she felt Lu Moqing’s fingers gently pressing on her temples, massaging them in circles with just the right amount of force.
Qiao Xu’s body suddenly froze. Although she wanted to push him away, she had to admit that his massage technique was very skillful. As he massaged her in circles, her headache seed to be alleviated.
"Try drinking so much again next ti?"
Lu Moqing’s deep voice, with a hint of irritation, resounded above her head. While enjoying Boss Lu’s service, Qiao Xu slightly opened both of her eyes, which were no longer bewildered from the drunkenness but rather clear and bright.
Hearing Lu Moqing’s words, she didn’t bother to argue with him, just silently keeping quiet.
Lu Moqing massaged her for a long ti, and only when Qiao Xu felt much more comfortable did she say with a hoarse voice, "That’s enough. Thank you."
Having said that, she put so distance between herself and Lu Moqing and lay back down on the bed.
Lu Moqing stood by the bed without leaving. His tall figure blocked the moonlight coming in from the window, casting a shadow on the bed that enveloped Qiao Xu entirely.
"What an ungrateful woman."
Qiao Xu’s expression stiffened for a mont, and she responded coldly, "I wonder how President Lu expects to repay him?"
Lu Moqing then sat down by the bed, his usually cold eyebrows and eyes now carrying a hint of a smile, making him appear much more gentle and approachable than usual.
This reminded Qiao Xu of the young Lu Moqing she had seen back then.
At that ti, she was only eight years old, and Lu Moqing was twelve when he ca to the Qiao Family with his grandfather and grandmother.
Back then, she was a little girl longing for her father’s love, but Qiao Sheng hardly ever accompanied her, and even when she tried to speak to him on her own initiative, he coldly rejected her.
At that ti, she was very disappointed, sitting alone by the pond, silently shedding tears.
It was during that ti that Lu Moqing sat down beside her, talked to her, told her jokes, and his warmth was as if he carried a light around him that made Qiao Xu feel that the world wasn’t so bad even without a father to accompany her.
She even secretly vowed in her heart that when she grew up, she would marry Brother Moqing, beco his wife, and take good care of him.
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