C6 (2/2)

His expression was unnatural, but it quickly returned to his usual smile.

I looked at him. His skin was fair and his features charming. He did have the potential to be a pretty boy.

Since the ring wasn't his, it must belong to a rich and powerful woman.

However, I don't know why, but ever since he said those words to me personally, I didn't feel relaxed at all. Instead, I felt extremely disgusted.

So as he continued to massage my feet, I shunned him mercilessly.

”Go away.”

I don't know why, but I have an uncomfortable feeling in my heart. Anyway, I don't really want to see him for a short period of time.

As he reached the gate, I suddenly felt dizzy, accompanied by a sharp pain in my lower abdomen.

Damn it! I actually came to see my aunt at this time of day!

I really didn't know what to say. Every day was a painful beginning, and I immediately turned pale. I didn't even have the strength to shout at him.

”…” Just when I was in so much pain that I was about to die, I suddenly felt someone's hands covering my abdomen and gently massaging it back and forth.

”Come, open your mouth.” Jiang Yu's gentle voice sounded next to my ear. I didn't have time to think about it too much, so I could only listen to him and open his mouth wide open. He stuffed a few small white pills into my mouth, gave me some hot water to drink, and then helped me lie down.

After a while, I felt that the pain in my abdomen had lessened a lot. Furthermore, I didn't have a good rest last night. Exhaustion and sleepiness assaulted me, so I unconsciously closed my eyes …

When I opened my eyes again, what I saw was the side of his face.

He was sitting next to me, looking out of the window.

He had a beautiful profile, a high nose bridge, deep and charming eyes, and thin lips … He leaned his body against the wall and propped up his head with one hand, as if he was thinking about something … At this moment, in my eyes, he didn't look like a person, but more like a perfect painting, causing those who looked at him to unconsciously palpitate and be unable to extricate themselves from it.

I kept staring at him as if I had forgotten to breathe, and then I noticed that the ring on his finger was gone.

”You woke up? Does it still hurt? ” He turned around, got up, and walked over to the sofa. He covered me with the quilt, and at some point a blanket appeared around me. I looked at him, but he smiled gently and didn't explain.

”Why do you carry painkillers for your dysmenorrhea with you?” I looked at him, and in his eyes, as always, there was a faint tenderness on the surface, and an unfathomable other look.

”I remember every month of your physique and I know how painful it is for you. If you didn't have the painkiller, you might have been unable to sleep for a long time, so you kept it with you just in case.” As he spoke, his tone was very gentle and smooth, as if he was a dutiful boyfriend instructing his girlfriend.

If my relationship with him had nothing to do with money, I would probably have been mesmerized by this tenderness to the point of death, but I was no longer that eighteen-year-old girl. Naturally, I would have kept my guard up against any sweet words of love.

I lowered my eyes, not looking at him, not speaking.