He always seems to have an aloof deanor, keeping people at a distance, yet he often shows such tenderness that his true nature remains elusive.
Su Jiuyi shook her head, temporarily abandoning the thoughts, and looked at Doctor Chen. Doctor Chen said, "I’m going to the Shi Family’s pharmacy to get the dicine for the Young Master, specifically for treating allergy symptoms. Once taken, he’ll be fine. But I’ll have to trouble you to apply the dication lotion to the affected areas on his body, so the red spots will go away quickly."
"Okay."
After seeing off Doctor Chen, it was already late at night. Su Jiuyi returned to Shi Aoju’s room, observing the western dicine and lotion on the table, deciding it was better to wake him up first and administer the dication.
"Young Master Jue." She gently shook his body, trying to rouse him.
The man on the bed looked pale, with sweat the size of beans forming on his forehead. His brow bones were prominent, lips thin; it’s said n with such features tend to be emotionally aloof.
"Young Master Jue, get up and take your dicine; it’ll make you recover faster." She extended her hand to the back of his neck, intending to help him sit up.
Shi Aoju drowsily opened his eyes, using Su Jiuyi’s support, and sat up, recalling her earlier anxious expression. He hoarsely said, "It’s just allergies; don’t worry."
Hearing his slow explanation, Su Jiuyi felt a wave of heat in her eyes, tears almost bursting forth uncontrollably.
This invincible and unruly man, who just hours ago was imperious enough to make her cook for him, now lay here in need of care, shedding all his previous arrogance, turning into an ordinary person requiring others’ support.
She took a deep breath to steady her emotions, then said, "I understand; take the dicine first."
Positioning his upper body against the headboard, she turned to pick up the prepared dication and warm water, first giving him a sip of water, then placing the pill in his mouth. He cooperated, swallowing the pill and then drinking several mouthfuls of water.
"Young Master Jue, you should rest for a while." She helped him lie back down.
Seeing her turn to leave, Shi Aoju hurriedly grabbed her: "Don’t go."
"I won’t go." Su Jiuyi turned back, noticing the gleam in his eyes; his grip on her clothes, though tight, lacked strength, like a child. "I’ll get water to cool you down."
When she returned with a basin of water, Shi Aoju had fallen asleep again, which was just as well; she could apply the dication without him knowing and worrying about awkwardness.
Gently undoing his shirt, revealing his well-defined muscles, he was the kind who looked slim in clothes but muscular without, admired by won.
Despite several tis of physical intimacy, this was her first clear look at his body; his shoulder bore two deep scars, one seemingly a knife wound stretching from his shoulder to below the collarbone, judging by the marks, it had been there for so ti. The other was a healed scar, small, likely from a gun wound.
Su Jiuyi was sowhat shocked; she hadn’t expected he had suffered such injuries.
Thinking it over, it made sense — being the boss of Ciaos, he must have undisclosed secrets, bearing such responsibilities ant he couldn’t be a straightforward rchant.
Consequently, the distance between them seed to widen even further.
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