Upon returning to the room, Zhuang Shuqing was already awake, sitting on the bed and rubbing her eyes. When she saw Lu Jinyang entering, her pupils sharply constricted and her face slightly changed.
Lu Jinyang noticed these subtle details. His dark eyes slightly fallen, he slowly walked to the bedside and poured her a glass of water, "Li Yan said you should drink so water after waking up."
"No..." Zhuang Shuqing was about to say no need, but as soon as she spoke she realized her throat was too dry to speak properly.
She pursed her lips and took the glass from his hand to her mouth.
The man’s voice ca again, "Drink slowly at first, moisten your throat before taking bigger sips."
She did as instructed, and the glass was empty in no ti.
"Thank you." She handed him back the glass and leaned against the headboard rubbing her forehead.
"You have a fever. You still have a mild fever, how do you feel now?"
For the first ti, Lu Jinyang felt he was speaking incoherently, silently cursing himself for being pitiful, then said to Zhuang Shuqing, "About yesterday..."
As soon as he spoke, Zhuang Shuqing interrupted him, "Yesterday was my fault, I didn’t tell you the truth because I thought those things weren’t really significant, and ntioning them might affect our relationship."
Lu Jinyang looked at her in surprise, her eyes clear and pleading, "Lu Jinyang, please don’t be angry, okay? I get really scared when you are angry, and, I really had nothing with Si Nanchen, three years ago he asked to be his girlfriend, I didn’t dislike him so I agreed, but then his mother ca to see two days later..."
Then she never saw him again. Jiang Fu sent soone to tell her that Si Nanchen had died, she does not know how.
At this mont, Lu Jinyang was stunned.
The tall, 1.85 ters tall man stood there like a wooden statue, incredulously looking at the woman sitting there "confessing" to him, feeling for the first ti that he was heartless.
Last night, he had unreasonably hurt her due to losing his composure, causing her to have a fever for the whole night, and the first thing she does upon waking is to explain things to him.
Could there be anything that made him feel more self-reproach?
"Lu Jinyang, do you not intend to forgive ?"
Zhuang Shuqing was genuinely afraid of him getting angry like last night, she could not sway him at all, only forcing her to endure.
It was then that she realized, every ti she pushed him away before, it wasn’t that her strength was sufficient to contend with him, but that he listened to her.
Only last night did she truly experience the disparity in their strengths.
The physical strength of a soldier was indeed alarmingly great.
After a long while, Lu Jinyang finally found his voice again, like a bewildered young boy, "No. I... I’m not angry."
"Good that you are not angry." With that, she smiled at Lu Jinyang, "Thank you, you don’t know how happy I was when you showed up last night."
It was the first ti soone stood up for her when she was being bullied, and the feeling was incredibly great.
At this mont, Lu Jinyang sat beside her on the bed, reaching out to touch her forehead, and his hand stayed there for a long ti.
Zhuang Shuqing puzzled, "What are you doing?"
"Checking if you’ve fevered into silliness."
Her: "..."
"It’s not as hot as yesterday, you didn’t turn silly from the fever, did you?"
Zhuang Shuqing, unable to restrain herself, retorted, "You’re the one who’s turned silly, your whole family has turned silly."
She even extended her hand to hit him, but was suddenly pulled into his embrace, with a low laugh sounding in her ear, "The only people on my family register are and you."
"So what?"
"So, you really did turn silly from the fever."
Zhuang Shuqing: "..."
Was he flirting with her? But why did it feel more like he was mocking her?
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