Song Qi's attention was quickly drawn to her fingers.
For some reason, he had a strange feeling in his heart.
It seems like I was once touched by those hands...
Su Ping had just touched him when Song Qi suddenly reacted violently, sitting back and grabbing her hand.
"What's wrong? Does it hurt a lot?"
Looking at Song Qi, who was suddenly breathing rapidly, she asked, somewhat puzzled.
She didn't press very hard, so why does it hurt so much?
"You, you let me catch my breath..."
Song Qi sounded like she was in pain. Su Ping looked down at her hands with some doubt. Had she really used that much force?
But before he could lower his head, Song Qi swiftly reached out with his other hand and covered her eyes.
Feeling the eyelashes trembling slightly in his palm, he said awkwardly in a hoarse voice, "Don't look."
? ? ?
Su Ping was somewhat puzzled, but despite not understanding, she expressed her respect.
Song Qi felt tormented both physically and mentally, but he just didn't want her to see him like this.
Time passed second by second, and just when Su Ping's legs were about to ache from standing, Song Qi slowly released her hand.
"That's fine."
Having learned from past mistakes, Su Ping was initially hesitant to exert much force. However, he later discovered that even as he gradually increased the pressure, the man remained silent, seemingly oblivious to the pain.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
She stopped what she was doing and looked at Song Qi, whose expression remained unchanged.
Song Qi shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."
After massaging him for a while, she could visibly feel that the swelling had decreased.
This medicine is indeed quite effective.
Squatting for so long made Su Ping feel like her back was about to give out.
Just as she straightened up to rub it, Song Qi suddenly grabbed her hand again.
Under her watchful gaze, Song Qi picked up a disinfectant wipe from the side and gently cleaned away the residual medicine and smell from her fingers.
"It's dirty, let me clean it for you, senior."
His eyelids were half-closed, revealing his beautiful eyelashes, and his eyes were fixed intently on her fingers.
He gently wiped each hair clean for her, his expression serious, as if he were handling a rare treasure.
Hearing these words in such a tone, Su Ping's face began to burn again.
Those who know the context will understand that it's referring to her hands, but those who don't might think it's talking about something else entirely.
Sensing her avoidance, Song Qi subconsciously tightened his grip on her hand and said without looking up, "Wait a little longer, it's not clean yet."
His tone carried a stubbornness and doting that he himself was unaware of, and Su Ping felt a little unsettled as she listened.
She simply stopped talking and let him wipe her fingers.
Once all ten fingers were wiped clean, Song Qi nodded in satisfaction and smiled.
But for some reason, he suddenly felt a pang of regret.
Why does the senior only have ten fingers? If she had a few more, he could hold her hand a little longer.
Su Ping felt increasingly that his attitude towards her was a bit off. After thinking for a moment, she couldn't help but ask, "Little Song, you don't like me, do you?"
These words were like a bucket of cold water, dousing him from head to toe.
He paused for a moment, then his smile faded, and his gaze toward Su Ping turned somewhat cold.
"Senior, what are you talking about? How could I like you?"
Hearing the negative answer, Su Ping actually breathed a sigh of relief.
She feared that his change in attitude towards her stemmed from the night she teased him and they had sex.
If I had known he was so easily fooled, I shouldn't have lied to him like that in the first place.
Seeing the obvious relaxation on her face, Song Qi suddenly felt a bit annoyed.
Is she really that happy to hear that I don't like her?
That's true. He only approached her because of her sister. How could he possibly like someone who thinks money can solve everything?
But for some reason, seeing her so happy made him a little unhappy.
He simply turned his head, closed his eyes, and lay down on the folding bed.
Seeing Song Qi's rapidly changing emotions, Su Ping felt a little confused.
Did she say something to upset him? If he doesn't like her, he doesn't like her. She didn't force him to like her. Why does this guy turn on her so easily?
Seeing the beads of sweat on his forehead, Su Ping realized that he seemed to have a fever.
By the time she took the mercury thermometer out of the box, Song Qi had already closed his eyes as if he were asleep.
She had just approached him with the thermometer, and before she could even lift his clothes, Song Qi grabbed her hand.
At the same time, his eyes snapped open, staring at her intently, their brightness almost frightening.
What are you going to do?
Su Ping was speechless at the wary look in his eyes. What did that mean?
Could she possibly be plotting something against him here?
But his body temperature seemed even hotter than before, and even his face was flushed, looking like he had applied blush.
They're actually quite cute.
"You have a fever, let me take your temperature."
She just checked and there was fever reducer in the box, but she needs to know his temperature to determine how much to give him.
Song Qi felt his head getting increasingly foggy, and suddenly felt very sleepy, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier.
He didn't quite catch what she wanted to do, and only gave a soft "hmm" before letting go of her hand.
Seeing him groaning with his eyes closed as if he were in great pain, Su Ping directly pulled up his arm and inserted the thermometer.
He was sweating profusely inside his clothes, and his whole body looked like a giant steamer.
Strangely, even when he sweated, he didn't smell bad; instead, he looked pale, which made people feel sorry for him.
Su Ping felt she might be a little obsessed, so she couldn't help but slap her face twice to bring herself back to her senses.
Feeling sorry for men means you'll be unlucky for life!
This is so abnormal. She actually felt sorry for Song Qi. When she got back, she would get some traditional Chinese medicine to help him recover.
Song Qi felt like he was in a state of extreme heat and cold, his body fluctuating between hot and cold.
But the hand that landed on his face felt so good that he couldn't help but grab it.
When the thermometer was taken out, it was discovered that he had a fever of 38.9℃.
After Su Ping fed him the medicine, she was using a towel to cool him down when he suddenly grabbed her hand tightly.
"What are you doing? Let go of me."
Su Ping tried to struggle a couple of times, but found it was all in vain.
Even in her sleep, he was still very strong, as if he were carrying some kind of obsession, and she couldn't break free at all.
"I'll count to three, and if you don't let go of me, I'll..."
She thought for a moment, then suddenly leaned close to Song Qi's ear and threatened, "If you don't let go of me, I'll slap you."
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