C37 (1/2)

Tang Zhen didn't have the strength to struggle free from Song Qiting, and when she woke up again, nothing had changed.

She was forced to stick close to Song Qiting's chest, listening to his ridiculous concern, not knowing what tricks he was playing.

After this lesson, Song Qiting no longer dared to let Tang Zhen bathe by himself. He scooped her up from the water and dried her traces of water before bringing her back to the bed.

Looking at Tang Zhen's pale face, he blamed himself in his heart. He picked up the ointment beside the bed and helplessly pinched it in his hands, unexpectedly feeling a sense of embarrassment that had never been there before.

”Does your body still hurt?”

Song Qiting finally couldn't hold back and spoke. He didn't know how much strength he had used to vent the anger in his heart, but he knew that he had definitely injured her.

His slightly ice-cold palm had just touched Tang Zhen's ankle, but she subconsciously dodged it, and then her entire body stiffened.

Song Qiting naturally felt her guard up, and he gently held her ankle.

”Don't be afraid, I'm applying medicine to you.”

Looking at the stinging wound, Song Qiting truly felt that he was too much of a bastard.

Tang Zhen closed her eyes tightly, the shame in her heart made her unable to imagine the scene in front of her eyes, there was a place where the stinging pain had become much lighter due to the effects of the ointment, but she did not care about Song Qiting at all.

Song Qiting was afraid that he had also realized how angry Tang Zhen was because after he applied the medicine on Tang Zhen, he did not stay in the bedroom, but directly went to the study room.

”Stop trying to kill yourself. As long as I'm alive, you can forget about dying. You know what I'm saying.”

In order to prevent if he was not there, Tang Zhen tried to take advantage of this situation once more, and he could not bear to cruelly threaten him again.

Tang Zhen didn't know how he fell asleep, but it was already afternoon when he opened his eyes again.

”You're awake?”

Song Qiting sat upright in front of her, the nervousness and concern in his eyes intertwined, and it was so complicated that Tang Zhen was basically not in the mood to observe.

Tang Zhen did not care about him, she propped herself up with her arms, her lower body did not hurt anymore, but she still felt a little uncomfortable walking around.

”Your clothes, I've already prepared them for you.”

Song Qiting stood up with her, and his tone actually had a hint of purposely fawning mixed within.

How could Tang Zhen have the strength to dig deeper into this? She was used to refusing Song Qiting, so she chose to yield obediently.

She took the skirt from Song Qiting's hands and quickly put it on.

”You're wounded, and you'll be better in a dress.”

Song Qiting stood behind her and explained in an unnecessary manner.

Tang Zhen maintained her cold attitude as she continued to tidy herself up. She had already lost the mood to dress up for a while, so she casually washed up before going downstairs.

According to Song Qiting's arrangements, she had to go to the hospital to take care of Yu Yifei every day until she left the hospital.

”Where are you going? I'll go with you after dinner.”

Song Qiting pulled Tang Zhen, who had intended to go out, along. She had not shed a single drop of water since yesterday, so Song Qiting could not help but be worried.

Tang Zhen glanced at him, and obediently sat down next to him.

The butler had already ordered for the dishes to be prepared, but the atmosphere in the dining room was completely different. Normally, the Young Master would not even be willing to go back, much less eat at the same table as Tang Zhen.

But now, the two of them had completely changed their behaviour. Tang Zhen's expression was cold, but his young master was patiently cooking for her.

The butler did not know what had happened to them, but the eerie atmosphere caused him to silently leave the restaurant.