"Why are you telling people this?" The old man looked reluctant and tried to stop her.

The aunt didn't say anything, but turned her back and sobbed softly.

Seeing this, the old man quickly put down the water and medicine in his hand and gently comforted him.

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault for saying the wrong thing. Don't be so sensitive!"

Qian Lai and Qiao Muting didn't understand what had happened, and they didn't know how to respond.

For a moment, the atmosphere became a little awkward.

The old man sensed it too, and nodded to them with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, she's a bit sentimental. I apologize."

Then she added, "Oh dear, young man, I think your injury is quite serious. Young lady, use a towel dampened with cool water to wipe him down. Don't let him sweat. Sweat in the wound is most likely to cause infection."

That's what the doctors and nurses just told us.

Perfect timing, I need to go buy him some personal items. He can't just drink soda when he's thirsty.

"Then I'll go buy you a towel and a water cup." She got up to leave, but Qiao Muting swayed and sat up. "I'll go with you."

"No need. If you move, you'll sweat again. Haven't you heard people say that sweat in a wound can easily cause infection?"

"Then let's take it slow." There seemed to be a bond in Qiao Muting's eyes, as if he wanted to tie the two of them tightly, afraid that she would run away again for some reason the next second.

"Look at those young people, how good their relationship is! They can't be apart for a moment."

The uncle in bed number one used praise to distract the aunt.

"Neither do we..."

Before Qian Lai could explain, Qiao Muting put on his hospital gown, gave his uncle a smile, and then pushed her shoulder and went out the door.

When the two returned, they not only carried personal items such as washbasins and towels, but Qian Lai also brought in a net bag of various fruits and dinner.

She helped Qiao Muting sit back on the hospital bed, then took the washbasin and towel to the washroom herself.

A little while later, the cold water was brought back. She rinsed the towel two or three times to make sure it was ice-cold before she started wiping his face and body.

This was the first time in his life that Qiao Muting had received such meticulous care from the girl he loved, and he felt incredibly warm inside.

A long-lost smile spread across his brows and eyes.

When the cool touch pressed against his face, their eyes met once more.

However, this time the feeling was slightly different from before.

In the past, if their eyes met, one of them would immediately look away.

Today, his gaze was intense, and no matter how she tried to dodge, he followed her with unwavering resolve, as if he had made a vow.

Although it was a forceful pursuit, it was filled with tenderness. Qian Lai blushed from her cheeks to behind her ears, and then to her neck.

What's going on?

She used to wipe Gu Hanchuan's face every day, but they never made eye contact or exchanged glances.

She is more like a professional nurse, dedicated and responsible.

However, why is it different when facing Qiao Muting?

The white towel, as she moved, brushed across his handsome eyebrows and eyes, wiping his straight nose, until it reached his rosy, thin lips... The intense gaze that followed him made her heart leap out of her chest.

Qian Lai felt flustered by the sight and made uneasy by the man's lustful gaze. She simply shoved the towel into his hand and pretended to be angry, saying, "If you keep staring at me like that, I won't let you wipe yourself anymore. Do it yourself."

Qiao Muting finally withdrew his "smoke and waves," got out of bed, and wanted to wash the towel again.

In just a few strokes, he aggravated the wound on his back, causing him to pause in pain.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

He did it on purpose!

"It's time to wipe the back, I'll do it."

Qian Lai didn't argue with him and stepped forward to take the towel back.

Who knew that person was so wicked! They held onto one end of the towel tightly and wouldn't let go.

"It has to be our Teacher Xiaoran. Teacher Xiaoran is gentle and won't hurt you."

Male green tea!

He's so sour!

When the clean towel was pressed against his hard muscles again, Qian Lai noticed that there were so many tiny scars on his shoulders and back.

Her fingertips touched the scars lightly, as if each stroke revealed a painful memory.

"How did you get so many injuries?"

Qiao Muting's smug expression suddenly dimmed.

After a moment, he said in a hoarse voice, "What man doesn't get injured a few times from childhood to adulthood? It's alright, it's all in the past."

Perhaps he doesn't want to say it right now; the timing isn't right.

Qian Lai carefully began to clean the skin around his new wound.

At this moment, a fine sweat had indeed broken out.

She wiped it with a towel and then gently blew on the damp area to help the moisture evaporate as quickly as possible.

However, Qiao Muting's body trembled.

She didn't know that men are most susceptible to this kind of "teasing".

“You…” He didn’t know what to say.

Did I hurt you?

Qian Lai's hands trembled slightly with nervousness.

"No." He felt so comfortable that he didn't want to stop at all, wishing time could stand still.

"Your partner looks quite young, but he's incredibly attentive to people."

The aunt next to her had already calmed down. Looking at the two young people exchanging knowing glances, her eyes were filled with envy.

The two clearly had feelings for each other, yet they refused to admit it.

Whenever she sees such a situation, she can't help but want to give it a push, and sometimes she can't help but help them break the ice.

Think about her and Lao Chen. Wasn't it because they were both so hesitant and indecisive when they were young, neither of them wanting to take the first step, that they missed each other for life by some twist of fate?

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