She had just recovered from a serious illness and couldn’t afford to overwork herself. Today, she had gone for a walk around the village and ca back to fuss over these local products, which left her feeling sowhat overwheld.
Hearing her breathing beco erratic, he stiffened and was about to take her to the hospital.
"It’s okay! I just need to take so dicine and lie down in my room." She knew her own body well, "How could I be so weak? There’s no allergen, right? I’m just tired! Don’t you pant after a long run?"
He glanced at her sidelong, "No."
"..." What an utterly impossible person to have a proper conversation with!
She really was tired, and once back in her room, she lay down on the bed without caring that she was covered in dust.
He knew her dicines—the type, how to take them, and how many tis a day to take them—very clearly by now. He picked them out, brought a cup of warm water, and placed it by the bed.
She leaned against the pillows, too lazy to move.
"Here, take a small sip to moisten your mouth." He lifted the cup to her lips.
She sipped half-heartedly, the warmth spreading through her teeth, and she couldn’t help but take another sip.
The sky had already darkened, and the lights in the room were still off. She found him incredibly handso at that mont. The twilight hid his features but still outlined the contours of his face. The jaggedness was now only reflected in his elegance, blurring any aggressiveness. His black eyes shone particularly bright without any light, and the small mole hidden in his eyebrows wasn’t so clear anymore. It was almost as if the line between Mr. Su and Xiao Xu wasn’t so distinct anymore...
"Open your mouth." The pill was brought to her lips.
She opened her mouth, and his fingers placed the pill inside.
"Drink water." The warm water was offered again.
In fact, she couldn’t rember when exactly it began, when they beca like this. Clearly, on the first day after waking up from her serious illness, she was trembling and dared not let him help her drink water. Sohow, it had beco second nature.
Oh, she rembered now. There was a day when she was on an IV drip, trying to take dicine on her own, but she wasn’t careful, and the cup broke. The dicine scattered all over the floor, and in her rush to catch the falling cup, the needle even popped out. Then, she got a serious scolding from him. After that, he took over the duties of giving her dicine and water. If she dared refuse, she’d get another scolding.
Mr. Su could be quite intimidating when scolding soone...
"What’s wrong? Thinking about your dad again?" He had long noticed her gaze; she was staring at him, which never boded well for him – he could predict it!
"No..." She hesitated slightly, "Mr. Su, you look really handso today." She was honest, always saying he looked good, unlike him, who would casually call her ugly.
"..." Such forthright praise was rare for him to hear, and he figured that aside from her, no one else would do so, "Take your dicine." He sent the last pill into her mouth.
"..." The way he followed up—was it like scolding soone?
She opened her mouth to take the pill but ended up capturing his finger in her mouth as well.
"..." She froze, forgetting to let go of his finger, just holding it there. What was this? Sexual harassnt of Mr. Su? Oh no, was he going to scold her for being a pervert? If he was going to scold her, it likely wouldn’t be today; he’d probably take note and settle the score once she was better.
While she engaged in such hyperbolic ntal gymnastics, Mr. Su calmly withdrew his finger, "Your habits are really just like Bangbangtang!"
"..." To prove she wasn’t like Bangbangtang, she felt compelled to add, "Mr. Su, your finger doesn’t taste as good as your arm..." Would Bangbangtang bite? Would Bangbangtang make evaluations?
He couldn’t help but laugh out of irritation, "I’ve seen people in debt! But I’ve never seen anyone dredge up their old debts on their own initiative! Are you afraid I’ll forget?"
"..." She rolled over on the bed, "Mr. Su, you should forget about it." She didn’t want to bring up the past; she just wanted to leave a bad review!
"Going to sleep? I was about to order food."
She yawned, "I’ll rest a bit first..."
"Cover yourself with the blanket!"
"Okay..." She replied but didn’t move.
Soone walked over, unfolded the blanket for her, and gently laid it on her. Another yawn escaped her, and she felt even sleepier.
Her sleep quality wasn’t the best, mainly characterized by frequent dreaming.
And this ti, her dream was particularly horrifying.
Perhaps because she had discussed life and death during the day, she dreamt of her Mom. Mom was sitting on the edge of a high-rise building. Little her climbed to the top floor to find Mom, only to see her leap from the rooftop. She cried her heart out, calling for Mom. Soone carried her down, but there was Mom, lying in a pool of blood, with the surrounding blood forming a small river...
"Mom! Mom! Don’t! Mom, wake up..." That was how she cried herself awake.
When she woke up, soone was sitting by her bed, gently patting her, urging her to "wake up."
This scene felt familiar, yet different - the grief of her Mom’s suicide in the dream was so real that she could barely distinguish reality from the nightmare.
She sat up and imdiately dialed a number on the hotel phone by the bed. Hearing her Mom’s voice on the other end made her break down in tears, unable to say a word.
He took the phone from her hand and told the other end, "Sorry, I dialed the wrong number."
That’s how the bizarre middle-of-the-night call was hastily excused.
"What’s wrong? Aren’t you afraid of scaring soone by calling in the middle of the night?" He sat down next to her.
"What ti is it?" she asked.
"Midnight."
She didn’t ask why he was in her room at midnight. All she felt was a desperate need to hold onto sothing right then.
If only she were at ho, she could hug her teddy bear;
If Yueyue were here, she could hug Yueyue.
But right now, there was only Mr. Su...
She sniffled, "Mr. Su, I think I owe you another apology."
"...Why do you say that?"
Her nose felt sore, "Can... can I hug you?"
"..." How does that relate to an apology?
Before he could respond, she had already thrown herself into his arms, "I have no choice, who else is here at this ti? I don’t want to be more in your debt... But I owe you so much already, not owing a second master is fine too..."
"So... if it were soone else, you would just hug them?" His hand froze mid-air.
"There isn’t anyone else. I haven’t hugged anyone else... I’ve never tried, I don’t know..."
His stiff hand finally slowly descended, resting on her shoulder? Back? Waist? Better on the back...
"What did you dream about? That scared you so much?"
"I dreamt of..." The dream was too terrifying for her to even speak of. Her cheek pressed against his clothes, the soft fibers releasing the scent of green grass. She nuzzled in deeper, asking him foolishly, "Mr. Su, are you Xiao Xu right now?"
"..." What an odd girl, asking such an odd question. After a pause, he said, "Yes."
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