Chapter 43: Compensating my father, my hand is still injured

Another chaotic night.

In the early morning, Fang Zhiyue was woken up by the urge to urinate.

He quickly put on his clothes and ran towards the toilet.

But after running a few times, it was not very smooth.

Fang Zhiyue felt uncomfortable and scared.

In the end, she was so tortured that she couldn't help but lie on the bed and cry.

When Si Yao came in from outside, he heard intermittent sobbing coming from the bed.

She immediately walked in and asked, "Why are you crying for no reason, little father?"

"I, my body has been ruined by you..."

Fang Zhiyue slowly raised his head after hearing her voice.

His eyes were red and swollen, as if he had been stung by a bee.

He sobbed and complained, "I told you to stop last night, but you insisted on continuing, not caring about my life or death. Sure enough, something went wrong this morning."

Fang Zhiyue's face turned pale.

Sadness came over me and tears welled up in my eyes again.

Si Yao sat down on the bed.

He picked him up and held him in his arms.

He asked carefully, "Father, please tell me clearly, what exactly is wrong with you?"

Seeing him crying so sadly, her voice became much softer.

Fang Zhiyue wiped away her tears and said in a sobbing voice, "...This morning I went to the toilet, but I couldn't get out...I ran back several times, but it was no use. I'm still miserable now."

"Let me see..."

After hearing this, Si Yao started to pull his clothes.

Want to find out.

Fang Zhiyue immediately struggled to prevent her from touching him.

Just as she was about to pull down his pants, he cried out again: "Stop it! You're not a doctor, it's useless even if you check. Let me go!"

Fang Zhiyue was both embarrassed and angry. He suddenly opened her hand, leaving a red mark on the back of her hand.

Si Yao looked at his resistance.

I felt a little unhappy.

But right now, his health was more important, so he kept silent. "Don't cry, I won't see it. Little father, wait a moment, I'll ask Shi Qi to call the doctor."

She let him go and stood up to walk out.

Half an hour later, a doctor came in.

On the way here, she must have told the doctor about Fang Zhiyue's condition in advance.

After the doctor entered the room, he took the patient's pulse directly without asking any questions.

After a while, she stood up and walked out, leaving a prescription and talking to Si Yao for a few words before leaving.

Si Yao ordered Shi Qi to send the doctor away.

Then he returned to the bed.

Seeing Fang Zhiyue lying on the bed in a depressed mood without saying a word.

She reached out and picked him up, holding him in her arms again. "The doctor said it's nothing serious. It's probably caused by excessive leakage last night. He needs to rest for two days and take two doses of medicine and he'll be fine."

"How long will my father be unhappy?"

"Could it be that you are not going to care about me anymore?"

Fang Zhiyue sat on her lap, lowered his head and said nothing.

It seems that he is really angry this time.

Si Yao raised an eyebrow and said, "I won't touch you for the next two days. If you still don't say anything, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"you……"

Fang Zhiyue couldn't stand any provocation.

He immediately raised his head and glared at her: "I'm in this state, and you still won't let me go."

"My little father finally paid attention to me?"

Si Yao's eyes were filled with smiles.

Fang Zhiyue met her smiling eyes and instantly realized that she did it on purpose.

He turned his head away angrily.

It was rare to see him so lively, so Si Yao wasn't angry.

She even felt that there was a special kind of fun in it, and she was willing to coax him: "Little father, don't be angry anymore. Wasn't the slap you just gave me enough to vent your anger?"

She raised her hands before his eyes.

The red spot on it had not yet faded, and it was particularly conspicuous on Si Yao's cold white skin.

"I, I hit him?"

After Fang Zhiyue took a glimpse of it, his momentum weakened.

He turned his head helplessly, his gaze fixed on the red patch on the back of her hand. "Why, why is it so serious? I remember I didn't use much force just now..."

Si Yao naturally wouldn't tell him that she had deliberately rubbed it a few more times when she went out just now.

That's why it looks so serious now.

She pretended to be pitiful without showing any trace of it, "Little father, it hurts..."

"I, I'll go get some medicine to reduce the swelling—"

Fang Zhiyue immediately got off her lap and took the medicine box.

He held her hand and placed it on his knee, complaining distressedly: "You too, you didn't know how to dodge just now, why did you let me hit you? This is your right hand, you will be taking the Spring Examination in a few days, I can't let it affect your writing."

Fang Zhiyue applied the medicine delicately, and occasionally lowered his head to blow on it, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

Si Yao looked at him with his heart and eyes filled with her.

His eyes couldn't help but deepen.

The throat slid up and down twice with restraint.

"alright…"

He carefully wrapped the gauze and let go of her hand.

He raised his head and gave two warnings: "Don't touch water or lift heavy objects until your hand is healed. If you need anything, just tell me and I'll get it for you."

"knew…"

Si Yao's voice is gentle.

Use your good hand to pull him into your arms again.

She asked in a low voice: "Is my little father no longer angry with me?"

Fang Zhiyue blushed, "...I'm not angry anymore. I hurt you too...so we're even. But don't go overboard like that again, or I'll still be angry."

He emphasized the sentence.

"Then will my little father give me a kiss?"

"What?"

Si Yao looked at him intently, "Kissing isn't too much, right?"

She finished her words.

Before Fang Zhiyue had time to think, she sealed his mouth.

Si Yao's kiss came down like a torrential rain, easily breaking into his mouth and conquering it!

"Hands...be careful with your hands..."

Fang Zhiyue quickly reminded him while taking a breath.

Si Yao hugged his waist and lay on the bed behind him.

She let him sit on her, parted her lips and said, "Little father, do it yourself..."

She looked at him deeply.

Fang Zhiyue supported her chest, his little face flushed, he bit his lip and pushed himself forward.

The two kissed for a long time.

He didn't stop until Fang Zhiyue was out of strength.

He leaned on her shoulder and panted, "Enough, is that enough? Sister Yao..."

"Is this place okay, little father?"

Si Yao's lips were red, and her eyes moved to his chest.

Fang Zhiyue froze for a moment after noticing her gaze: "Still..."

"Little Father, think it over before you speak. If I find out you're lying, don't blame me for going back on my promise."

Si Yao said lightly.

Fang Zhiyue immediately shut his mouth.

He moved his lips a few times and said in a weak voice: "Okay, okay..."

The words fell.

A faint light flashed in Si Yao's eyes.

She reached out and touched his little face, stroking it a few times with her fingertips. "The Spring Examination is the day after tomorrow, and I'm afraid I won't be able to see you for three days. Can you let me get close to you tonight?"

Fang Zhiyue felt a little nervous.

His voice became dry, "...You told me to rest for two days, but I'm still not feeling well."

"Don't worry, I won't touch that place. Little father, promise me, okay? Look at my hands..."

She raised her injured right hand again.

"But I got hurt because of you. Please consider this as compensation..."

Fang Zhiyue saw the gauze wrapped around her hand.

He lost his resolve for a moment, but finally nodded under her constant nagging, "Then, then you can't hurt me anymore."

Si Yao agreed with all his mouth.

As for whether to comply or not, only she knows.

*

At night, after dinner, the two returned to the house.

Fang Zhiyue looked at Si Yao who was already waiting on the bed, and instantly remembered what he had promised this morning, and his calves began to tremble.

"Little Father, we should rest..."

Si Yao looked up at him.

The face under the candlelight looked gentle and kind, without any aggression at all.

Fang Zhiyue knew how fierce she was.

She walked over slowly, not rushing to get on the bed: "I, I haven't taken a shower yet, Sister Yao, you go to sleep first."

He said this without even looking at Si Yao's expression.

Turned and walked towards the bathroom.

He took a long time to take a bath.

She didn't get dressed and come out until the moon in the window moved to the middle of the sky.

Unexpectedly, I bumped into Si Yao just after I walked around the screen.

She stood at the door with her arms folded, not knowing how long she had been there.

Fang Zhiyue was startled when he saw her.

Her voice was a little out of tune, "Yao, Yao Jie'er, you haven't slept yet?"

"Little Father, do you want to regret it?"

Si Yao squinted his eyes and looked at him, a faint light flashing in his eyes. He looked a little dangerous.

Fang Zhiyue grabbed his clothes and quickly shook his head, "No, no."

"good…"

Si Yao changed her position and pulled his arm, "Then let's go back to bed and rest."

Without saying anything more, he pulled him onto the bed.

"Yao, Sister Yao, it's too late today, why don't we start tomorrow night..."

Fang Zhiyue saw her taking off his clothes without saying a word.

He said hurriedly.

Si Yao paused and slowly looked up at him.

Meeting his expectant eyes, she curled her lips and smiled faintly.

Then, before he could react, she took off all his clothes.

"ah!"

Fang Zhiyue couldn't help but scream.

He covered the small clothes in front of him and widened his eyes.

"Let go, little father..."

Si Yao spoke softly.

Her fingers found the small string around his neck and she removed the small garment that was covering his chest.

Fang Zhiyue waved his hands in panic to cover it.

However, Si Yao took control of his hand first, pinched his wrist and pressed it on top of his head.

Seeing that he wanted to struggle, he immediately leaned over to his ear and whispered, "My right hand is still injured. If you struggle too hard, the wound will probably break open again."

These words fell.

Fang Zhiyue had indeed become much more honest.

She only resisted with her mouth, "No, Sister Yao..."

Si Yao pretended not to hear.

She lowered her head to kiss his thin neck, then bit his small Adam's apple and heard him moan.

Si Yao continued to move down, and when he kissed his collarbone, he picked up a pillow with his left hand and stuffed it under him, causing his upper body to bend upward unnaturally.

She could easily lock a little bit—

Fang Zhiyue couldn't help but scream twice more.

His head was twisting and his shoulders were shaking.

He wanted to break free from her grip, but thinking of her injured hand, he could only cry and beg her to let him go.

Si Yao neither listened nor looked.

After releasing his mouth, he went to look for another point.

As for the promise she had made to him before, she had long forgotten it.