Chapter 67 "Don't move."

Chen Shuangli swallowed and whispered, “I don’t know why you’re crying, I’m scared.”

Xie Jinghe couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, looking extremely happy. "Is this true?"

Chen Shuangli nodded, "Really."

Xie Jinghe's mood suddenly became so good that he sat on the edge of the bed and asked, "If you knew it was me, would you not cry?"

Chen Shuangli had never thought about this aspect, and she was not quite sure, "...right."

"Sister, just two words, you cured my unhappiness."

Xie Jinghe raised the corners of his lips, and couldn't help but lean over and kissed Chen Shuangli's soft lips, smiling and saying,

"Sister is awesome."

"The mouth is not only for kissing, but also for comforting."

"My baby sister is amazing."

Chen Shuangli: “…” Telling the truth will also be praised.

Xie Jinghe reached out and touched Chen Shuangli's fluffy head, and asked in a gentle voice, "Does it hurt?"

Chen Shuangli lowered her eyes, her long, curled eyelashes trembling, and whispered, "My legs hurt."

Xie Jinghe raised his eyebrows, "Then should I apply some medicine to my sister?"

"I already did it a few hours ago. Let's do it again now. It will make you feel better faster."

As he spoke, Xie Jinghe was about to reach out to untie the bathrobe strap on Chen Shuangli, but Chen Shuangli quickly held his hand down and said, "No, I can do it myself."

"I want to serve my sister."

"You won't even give me this chance?"

Chen Shuangli: “…” I always feel a faint scent of tea in the air.

Chen Shuangli was too embarrassed to even look directly into Xie Jinghe's eyes. How could she let him apply the medicine? She still refused.

"Don't bother you, I can do it myself."

"That's fine." Xie Jinghe stuffed the ointment in his hand into Chen Shuangli's hand.

"Apply it to my face and see it."

Chen Shuangli: “…?”

"I'll put it on later."

"Okay, stop being shy."

Xie Jinghe took the ointment back and tasted it playfully, "I have never seen a single part of your body before."

He unscrewed the ointment cap, squeezed the ointment onto his fingertips, and said nonchalantly, "Sister, if you feel at a disadvantage, you can come and play with me. I welcome you anytime."

The man's playful eyes fell on the belt of Shen Shuangli's bathrobe. He raised his eyelids to look at her, his tone a little unclear.

"Would you like to untie your bathrobe yourself, or should I help you?"

Chen Shuangli's slender white fingertips grasped the bathrobe straps tightly, "I can do it myself, no need to trouble you."

"I don't mind the trouble."

"So, I'm going to help you take it off, right?"

"That's fine. I'm willing to serve you, sister."

As he spoke, Xie Jinghe reached out and took Chen Shuangli's hand away, and tugged at the bathrobe belt with his slender fingers frivolously.

Chen Shuangli reached out to pull the quilt to cover herself, but was quickly stopped by Xie Jinghe.

"Be good, baby."

"Don't move."

Chen Shuangli buried her face in the pillow and said nothing, and a low, hoarse, teasing laugh came to her ears.

Xie Jinghe put on the bathrobe on Chen Shuangli without any excessive movements. He reached out and touched the girl's soft hair.

The low, magnetic voice was filled with doting, "Okay, it's done, the baby can come out."

Xie Jinghe went to the bathroom to wash his hands, then came back and looked at Chen Shuangli and asked, "Are you hungry?"

“A little.”

"What do you want to eat? I'll ask Auntie to make it for you."

Chen Shuangli had just woken up and had no appetite. "I want to drink porridge."

"What kind of porridge?"

“Vegetable and shrimp congee.”

"Okay." Xie Jinghe took the phone and called his aunt.

Suddenly remembering something, Chen Shuangli looked up at Xie Jinghe and said, "I want to go downstairs."

It was Xie Jinghe's grandmother's birthday, and she stayed upstairs after being knocked unconscious, which was very rude.

"Are there no clothes for me here?"

Xie Jinghe saw what Chen Shuangli was thinking, “There are no clothes for you here, I asked someone to send clothes over, I told grandma that you are a little tired and need to rest, so you don’t need to go downstairs.”

Chen Shuangli still felt something was wrong, "But..."

Xie Jinghe walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. "I said hello today, so just say hello. Grandma won't think you're rude."

"Besides, your walking posture is probably weird right now. If you go down, people might notice what you did a few hours ago."

The man leaned closer, his dark eyes shimmering with amusement. "Do you want others to know that you and I did something ridiculous upstairs in the room?"

Chen Shuangli pursed her lips and said, "I don't want to."

"Then stay here obediently and wait for Auntie to bring you some porridge."

Only then did Chen Shuangli nod in agreement.

"By the way, I didn't tell Wuyou. She must be worried to death about me." Chen Shuangli looked towards the bedside table for her cell phone.

Xie Jinghe: "I told her."

Chen Shuangli breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you."

A hint of jealousy flashed across Xie Jinghe's eyes. He stretched out his fingers unhappily and pinched Chen Shuang's soft, white face. He squeezed it, grabbed the cheek flesh and pulled it outwards.

"Sister, why are you always thinking about others? Can't you think about me more?"

"Think more about your boyfriend."

Chen Shuangli reached out to restrain Xie Jinghe's hand and frowned, "Don't pinch my face."

"Do you miss me?" Xie Jinghe didn't let go.

"If you don't want to, I'll continue pinching you." He threatened.

Chen Shuangli said angrily, "I miss you."

Xie Jinghe chuckled, then let go of his hand and pecked Chen Shuangli's lips, "I miss you too, dear sister."

"I think of you every moment, I can't live without you."

After a while, there was a knock on the door. Xie Jinghe walked over to open the door and came in with vegetable and shrimp porridge.

Chen Shuangli had no habit of eating in bed, so she threw back the quilt, got out of bed, and walked cautiously towards the coffee table.

The friction in the middle of the legs is a little painful.

After walking a few steps, Chen Shuangli was easily picked up by Xie Jinghe with one hand, with her butt resting on his muscular arm and the other hand holding the plate.

Coming to the sofa, Xie Jinghe put the plate on the coffee table, hugged Chen Shuangli and sat on his lap, with his chest pressed against Chen Shuangli's back.

The strong arms came around and held the person on his thighs in a half circle, with an intimate posture.

A large hand with distinct joints brought over the vegetable and shrimp porridge, pinched the spoon with his fingertips, scooped a mouthful, blew it to his lips, and then brought it to Chen Shuangli's mouth.

"Eat it."

Chen Shuangli was not used to being fed by others and felt ashamed. “I’ll do it myself.”

The next moment, a deep voice sounded from above his head, "Don't your hands feel sore from holding a gun for several hours?"