Chapter 19 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Jiang Shaocheng mused to himself that there were far more straightforward ways for him, a cripple, to get some exercise in the bedroom. He could think of countless ways to make her break a sweat, all without ever taking a step out of the house.

“I know all you want is to look after me. We could set an alarm, and I’ll be able to wake up naturally after getting used to it.”

Tang Qiu’s shyness dissolved at his upbeat response, and her mind drifted to what kind of treatment would be suitable in helping him recover effectively.

After breakfast, Jiang Shaocheng pushed his wheelchair over to her. “Qiu, can you help me choose an outfit that matches yours today?”

Tang Qiu agreed, her heart giving a tiny flutter at the mental image of them in their couple outfits. “Let me help you change your clothes, dear.” She was his wife, and she wanted to take a go at helping him with these little tasks. Plus, she wanted to take a good look at his injured legs; otherwise, how would she know how to heal him?

“You really want to help me?” Jiang Shaocheng’s brows lifted in surprise. She had practically shied away from him earlier. Was she no longer afraid?

“Of course. I’m your wife, such simple tasks are no problem at all!”

She must be trying to reassure herself. He had no reason to refuse her, not with how adorable she was.

Tang Qiu took in a breath and helped him take off his pants, but only managed it halfway before he reached out and took her hand. “Let He Lei do it. You need to go to class.” Her cool hands had been tracing the bare skin of his legs; like any normal man, it was impossible to stifle his body’s natural response.

“I can do it,” she insisted, only for him to purse his lips and lower his head.

His wounded legs meant that he couldn’t even have sex with her; his pride must be rather fragile. If she persisted in having her way, it might hurt his feelings.

“I’ll get He Lei,” she acquiesced.

When she left, Jiang Shaocheng allowed himself to exhale and relax. The self-control which he had always prided himself on had failed him entirely in front of her; instead, he had nearly given in to every primal instinct inside him. He had been the one toying with her at first, teasing those little reactions out of her like ripples across a lake in spring, except he had fallen prey to his own trap. He couldn’t help giving a wry smile.

When He Lei pushed Jiang Shaocheng’s wheelchair downstairs, Tang Qiu studied their matching-colored outfits. A smile broke out across her face as she ran up to him and smoothed his shirt. “You look especially lively and handsome dressed like this, dear,” she remarked in admiration.