Chapter 19 Chapter 19 didn't say you couldn't apply it.
The sun was setting in the west, and the lamps had not yet been lit.
The small study, with its interlaced gauze curtains, kept out the summer mosquitoes and created a beautiful atmosphere.
"I already told you you don't need to go and make the call!"
Liu Jiao knelt before the bed and forcefully pushed Sang Ji down. "There were so many big men, and you insisted on forcing your way in. What would I do if you got hurt..."
“I won’t die.” Sang Ji couldn’t refuse, but he didn’t want to have any conversation with Liu Jiao.
So I just rest my head on my arm and close my eyes to rest.
Liu Jiao suddenly grabbed his wrist, freeing up his left hand.
Roll up his sleeves to reveal his strong forearms.
His forearms were pale and bluish, with prominent veins. Although the wounds, large and small, had healed, they left behind light brown marks of varying depths that just wouldn't go away.
Now, there are new injuries on this arm:
The bruises and blood spots were obvious and looked extremely gruesome.
Looking at the wound, Liu Jiao felt a sudden pang of sadness, and her vision blurred.
Suppressing her tears, she took them back and retrieved medicine for Sang Ji from the wooden tray.
When he turned around, he found that Sang Ji had already withdrawn his hand and casually placed it on his half-exposed, slender waist.
Liu Jiao: "Give me your hand, I'll help you apply the medicine."
Sang Ji coldly refused: "No need."
Liu Jiao insisted: "It's very serious."
Sang Ji said calmly, "Ridiculous. What's so serious about this little injury..."
His voice abruptly stopped.
The woman's sobbing reached his ears like a mosquito bite.
He narrowed his closed phoenix eyes and peered toward the source of the sound.
The girl's brows furrowed, her large eyes brimming with tears. She looked at him with sorrow in her eyes and said in a trembling voice, "Could you please take care of yourself...?"
"It's very serious... These injuries on your body clearly show signs of not being properly treated, it's heartbreaking to see..."
"..."
"I didn't say you couldn't apply it."
Sang Ji was helpless, though he still didn't open his eyes.
But he didn't struggle anymore, letting Liu Jiao manipulate his arm.
The tingling and itchy sensation is not just from the wound medicine.
He has never had anyone go against his will.
The girl was already gently pinching his arm, but Sang Ji still muttered and snorted, "Making a mountain out of a molehill."
Liu Jiao carefully disinfected the area and wiped away the bloodstains.
Looking at the injury, a feeling that should be called heartache almost overwhelmed her.
She blew on it carefully and gently again.
Sang Ji's fingertips trembled slightly.
His closed eyes were half-open, his phoenix eyes quietly watching her heal his wounds.
Finally, Liu Jiao happily tied a pretty little bow on Sang Ji with a strip of white cloth.
As everything ended, Liu Jiao felt a gaze upon her, so she looked over—
Sang Ji closed her eyes again before she could.
Then, he immediately tried to pull his arm back, asking, "Is that enough?"
"Wait for me." Liu Jiao shook her head, not letting go.
She held his wrist as she straightened up.
She stopped kneeling, picked up her bulging purse from the table, and pulled out a large, round piece of metal.
"A heart-protecting mirror?" Sang Ji recognized it at a glance and asked in surprise.
Liu Jiao's eyes lit up. "It's for you!"
Having said that, she was about to put it on him.
Sang Ji frowned, about to refuse, when a pair of soft hands suddenly appeared on her waist.
Liu Jiao fell down.
To straighten up, she tightened her grip on Sang Ji's waist slightly.
This amount of force was nothing to Sang Ji, but it made him feel very close and hot.
After Liu Jiao cried out in pain and straightened up, clutching her back—
But Sang Ji's face darkened, and he shook off her hand.
"Catch it quickly!" Liu Jiao gave a sincere smile.
Sang Ji ignored her.
Why are you angry again?
"Please keep it, please keep it, it's really useful! Please, just keep it as a token of my appreciation..."
"I just touched your waist. The skin there feels nice, but there's a scar that's really bothering you. Even your waist has a scar; it's not impossible that your heart might be stabbed one day..."
Liu Jiao began chanting Buddhist scriptures.
"Okay, sure."
"Leave it there, shut up, and get out."
Sang Ji finally lost his temper and randomly pointed to the desk, telling her to put the heart-protecting mirror there.
In the darkness, the color at the base of the ears changed from pale red to scarlet, spreading all the way through both ears.
Fortunately, Sang Ji now has wolf tail hair, which covers his ears.
If his hair were tied up, Liu Jiao would definitely have seen his awkwardness.
"Remember to wear it in front of your heart!"
Sang Ji closed his eyes, thinking to himself that it was impossible.
“I’ll be very worried and concerned if you get hurt.”
Upon hearing this, Sang Ji kept his eyes closed, secretly thinking, "No way..."
He suddenly raised his head, opening his closed phoenix eyes.
"Bang—" Liu Jiao had already left, and she didn't try to persuade her anymore.
Are you worried about his injury?
His injuries won't kill him, so is he worth protecting?
Pretentious.
Sang Ji suddenly rolled off the bed with a light touch, her calloused fingertips tracing the rough, melon-like texture on the breastplate.
Thick and warm.
It shows care in every detail.
He stared at it for a long time.
Sang Ji thought about it more deeply.
If he continues to be indifferent to Liu Jiao, he will not be happy.
Sang Ji suddenly felt a sense of relief:
That's all.
If Liu Jiao comes to him to beg for reconciliation, he will accept her.
*
Reality was quite different from what Sang Ji had imagined.
During the three days that Sang Ji was recuperating, he didn't even see Liu Jiao, let alone hear her come to beg for peace.
Sang Ji also went from being calm and composed at the beginning to being slightly flustered, but he did not lose his composure for the time being.
He proactively exposed himself to Liu Jiao.
He tried to make her remember him.
During the meal, he inadvertently sat down next to Liu Jiao.
Liu Jiao suddenly jumped away, keeping three feet away from him, and pulled Wangyoujun aside to separate the two of them, saying with a smirk that she had absolutely no improper thoughts.
When Liu Jiao went to work at the chicken coop, he inadvertently bent down and picked up eggs in front of her.
Liu Jiao, however, thought he had a herniated disc.
After another day of hesitant and indecisive deliberation, going from confidence to disbelief—
Sang Ji was not one to sit idly by and wait for death.
He decided to take the initiative.
He took the initiative to seek reconciliation with Liu Jiao.
I tossed and turned, thinking about it until midnight—
Sang Ji clenched his fists, determined to reconcile with Liu Jiao, and waited for her to return home in front of her bedroom.
He took a deep breath and finally saw Liu Jiao. They met face to face in the straight corridor under the lights.
"Don't overthink it, I just came out for some fresh air." He managed a polite, but not inappropriate, smile on the zombie's face.
"Actually, I came here to..."
Unlike usual, Liu Jiao was overjoyed when he took the initiative.
Instead, he interrupted him for the first time, yawning sleepily and waving his hand, "What is it... ha... let's talk about it tomorrow..."
"Don't disturb my sleep schedule..."
Immediately, she opened the bedroom door on her own, completely ignoring Sang Ji outside.
With a "bang," the door was shut outside for Sang Ji, who had been thinking of his words all day.
Sang Ji: "..."
Liu Jiao fell asleep the moment her head hit the bed.
Joking aside, don't make fun of your sleep schedule.
As a working person who works from sunrise to sunset, she's super healthy!
A note from the author:
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Update at 3 PM [milk tea emoji], goodnight~
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