C33 (2/2)

I only sweat when I have a fever. I've never seen sweat on my head.

He even sweated so much, I'm convinced!

”What's wrong?” I was dizzy myself, and I couldn't care less. I ran over and hugged him, using myself as a walking stick.

”It's fine …” Yin Yijie held me in his arms, breathing heavily. He felt weak, as if he was gritting his teeth and enduring something.

”What's going on?” I raised my head and looked into his eyes. From such a close distance, I could finally see that behind his brightness, there was only a faint layer of gray. His eyes were not completely black, but dark gray.

”Tell me, what happened? I'm afraid.”

Perhaps, for the first time in my life, I am truly afraid!

Or, for the first time, I dare say I am. He was still holding himself back just a moment ago, why did it become like this in just a moment?

They had to wait for the director to shout action before filming!

Yin Yijie waved his hand, telling the waiters and managers to scram back into the restaurant. His hands were running out of strength.

Lifting it up, he placed it on my shoulder and gently caressed my face. With a faint smile, he said, ”About … It's the wound that's split open again. ”

His fingers were so light, so light, like the wind blowing through feathers and brushing his face, with a little love and pity. There was happiness in his eyes, satisfaction, regret, and a little gray.

I don't know why, but I always feel like I've seen or touched something that scares me, my nose is sore, my eyes are dry.

He lowered his head and gently kissed the center of my brows before whispering, ”I'm fine. I'll be fine in a moment.”

”What is the reason? Can you tell me?” I'm not in the habit of taking root, but right now, I want to know.

Yin Yijie raised his head and smiled. Feeling better, he lightly turned around, leaned on my shoulder and went to the washroom.

Yin Yijie looked up and said in a low voice, ”I have fewer platelets. The wound will heal a bit slower. ”

He sighed softly and blew into my ear, making me feel as if my heart was being scratched.

I raised my head and looked at him. ”Then why are you still acting like a hooligan?”

Yin Yijie laughed silently. I accepted my fate, turned on the tap and washed his hands just like last time at the Forest Hotel. His hands weren't as strong as that time, they were just a little less …

That strong sense of reliance made me feel lost.

Slowly, I applied some hand lotion to him and gently rubbed his hands a few times. I don't know how to take care of people, but I think I'm already home, so I won't be dirty.

Turn on the faucet …

Yin Yijie seemed to have fallen asleep and was almost motionless.

I looked up, and in the mirror, he closed his eyes, tired and relaxed, as if he were resting and enjoying himself. Once almost enchanting perfect, just like the brilliant summer flowers, after the season, have been withdrawn.

I didn't know what to think. I just washed him and dried him.

Then he thought about how to turn around.

Because I have a washstand in front of me, and he's much heavier than me.

Besides, after all this, I felt bad myself, and my head hurt a little.

Yin Yijie opened his eyes, looked at me and smiled.

I nodded and whispered, ”Yes.” Go eat. ”

”You're getting more and more sensible.” Yin Yijie still had his arm around my shoulder and came out together with me.

After thinking for a moment, he said softly, ”When you're better, can you cook for me?”

I nodded, agreeing.

Yin Yijie pulled my hand and squeezed it.

In the dining room, two dishes were placed on either side of me. For the first time, I was facing Yin Yijie across the long table.

The manager and the waiter split our sides with the highest professional conduct. The service was warm and considerate.

From time to time, the two ladies would speak in soft voices, causing my scalp to tingle and my appetite to fall short.

He had only eaten half a bowl of rice and he was already unable to endure it any longer.

The attentive manager also wanted to give me some food. I refused in the most direct way: ”I'm full.”

My attitude must have been terrible, because everyone was looking at me with a strange expression on their faces.

It's as if I'm not saying ”I'm full”, but ”I'll kill you”, or ”it's not appropriate for children”.

Or maybe I was sick and didn't mean what I said.

I looked up and looked straight at him. Being surrounded by beautiful women, Yin Yijie was much more energetic than he was just now. The food was delicious.

A Miss Dabo was feeding him his elbow meat. Her actions were gentle and her voice was lovely. She was also close by and her body was fragrant …

I stood up, quite loud. The chair hit something and didn't fall.

I'm ready to go …

”Miss Lin …” The manager came over quickly and bowed to advise, ”There are still a few snacks that you haven't tasted yet …”

I'm furious and I don't want to talk to people.

”Ke Er …” Yin Yijie's position was close to the door. As I passed by, he stopped me.

I stood there, stiff, sullen, rushing …

”Everything's fine, what's wrong?” Yin Yijie pulled me in front of him, pointed at my nose and gently asked.

”I'm full.” I replied stiffly. I didn't want to bother with him. At this moment, I just didn't like the look of him, so I didn't look at him.

Yin Yijie shook his head and laughed, ”I don't want them anymore. Let's eat by ourselves, okay?”

With an elegant wave of his hand, the few of them left.

His hands gently pull me, causing me to lean on his shoulder. Frowning slightly, I inhale in inaudible gasps …

It was time! There was a wound on his back, and he was even moving his hands and feet.

My body, however, did not dare to move. This ancestor is my iron rice bowl, my parents, I cannot afford to offend him.

Yin Yijie shifted carefully and asked for some soup with his left hand. He raised it with difficulty and gave it to me to drink. He smiled, ”This is breast milk. It can be used for beauty. Taste it.”

I looked down and frowned at him. I saw that he was always in a cool and dashing position and didn't like it at all.

He hurriedly drank it and asked, ”Are you going to use your hands? Your back will hurt and you will be injured?”

Yin Yijie smiled and looked at me with his eyes closed. He thought for a while before raising his head and looking at me. ”A little, but it doesn't matter.”