Chapter 93 He got all worked up.
After remaining silent for a few minutes, he slowly started walking towards the door.
In the bathroom.
Song Shiyi let out a heavy sigh, her body went limp, and she leaned against the cool porcelain wall, the heat in her heart seemingly dissipating as well.
She lowered her eyes, glanced at her own body, and bit her lip.
She was stunned the moment He Jinzhao walked in.
Through the fog, she didn't know if he had seen anything.
She felt both shy and a little secret...excited.
After a while, she tapped her head, somewhat annoyed.
"Song Shiyi, how could you think of such nonsense?"
After a short while, the water stains on her body had mostly dried. She quickly wiped herself dry, wrapped her soaking wet hair up, put on her pajamas, and mentally prepared herself before opening the door and going out.
Before coming out, she had prepared a lot of plans in her mind in order to avoid making her interactions with He Jinzhao awkward.
But it seems that it's no longer necessary.
She glanced at the empty room, pursed her lips, and felt an indescribable sense of loss.
Yes, it's so late, and after what just happened.
It's normal for him to leave.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Knock knock knock—"
"It's me."
Song Shiyi's eyes lit up, and before her mind could process it, her body had already taken action.
She opened the door, and the man in front of her had changed his clothes.
The black silk pajamas hung loosely, the deep V-neckline casually open, revealing a small patch of skin on the collarbone and chest.
Above her was a delicate and handsome face, with a gentle expression, looking at her with a smile.
There seemed to be a faint scent of cedar and a subtle hint of musk in the air.
Why are you back?
Her sweet, soft voice couldn't hide her joy.
He Jinzhao waved the things in his hand, "I'm going to buy medicine."
He smiled and walked inside: "Although you said it's not serious, it might get worse if left untreated, and I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow."
After saying this, he suddenly paused, and a fleeting hint of unease flashed across his face.
Song Shiyi didn't notice. After closing the door, she followed behind him and comforted him, "It's okay, it just hurts a little. It won't affect your walking."
He Jinzhao pulled the person to sit down next to him, his attitude firm: "That won't do either."
"If it hurts, it means you've sprained your ankle. Your health isn't good to begin with, what if something serious happens if you leave it untreated?"
Song Shiyi found it somewhat amusing, but felt a sweet warmth in her heart, and even her voice carried a hint of coquetry.
"It's not as serious as you make it out to be."
"Don't worry about it, just listen to me."
He Jinzhao placed his hand on her chin, gently squeezed her cheek, and chuckled, "I feel so sorry for my darling."
Song Shiyi couldn't persuade him otherwise, and after hearing this, she was even more speechless.
She smiled and said in a soft voice, "I know, I'll listen to you."
The two tacitly avoided mentioning what had happened in the bathroom earlier, and their interaction remained as natural and intimate as before.
He Jinzhao patted his thigh. "Put your feet up."
Song Shiyi hesitated for a moment, then stammered, "How about... I do it myself?"
Her feet were a very private part of her body, and to have them so openly displayed in front of him made her feel quite ashamed.
He Jinzhao glanced at her and teased, "With your strength, wouldn't it be a waste for me to buy this medicine?"
"It needs to be rubbed in for it to be effective. You can just sit here, I'll do it."
Seeing her conflicted expression, He Jinzhao smiled mischievously, leaned close to her ear, and spoke in a low, magnetic voice.
"Don't be shy, baby."
"After all, the situation just now was even worse than this... wasn't it?"
He paused deliberately, not saying it outright, but Song Shiyi immediately understood the meaning behind his words.
In an instant, my face turned red, and I felt the heat spreading to the back of my neck.
"You're not allowed to speak!"
He Jinzhao stared at her, then chuckled a few times while resting his chin on his hand.
They got all worked up.
So cute.
Seeing him laughing so happily, Song Shiyi became even angrier.
He Jinchao saw that she had a puffed-up face and was clearly annoyed.
He knew when to stop, his brows relaxed, and his voice still carried a hint of lingering laughter.
"Okay, I'm not teasing you anymore."
"Get down to business."
He bent down and saw the obvious swelling in his left ankle, and couldn't help but frown.
"You said it wasn't serious, but it's swollen like this."
Song Shiyi didn't say anything, but puffed out her cheeks.
She didn't actually feel that much pain; it just looked scary.
He Jinzhao didn't say anything more. He carefully placed her foot on his lap, moving very gently, afraid that she would be in pain.
He genuinely felt that Song Shiyi was beautiful in every way.
Even feet are no exception.
Because she had just taken a bath, her fingertips still had a faint pink tinge, and the curves of her arches were exquisite, exuding a delicate and languid beauty.
Only the swollen area ruined the aesthetic appeal.
He Jinzhao poured out some safflower oil and rubbed it in his palm to warm it up.
The warm palm, carrying the refreshing scent of safflower oil, gently rested on Song Shiyi's sprained ankle.
He Jinzhao looked down at her reddened ankle and slowly pressed his thumb in a circular motion on the swollen area.
The warmth of my palms and the scent of medicine seeped into my delicate skin. The thin layer of skin beneath my fingertips, still slightly damp and warm from a recent shower, felt as smooth as the finest silk.
Song Shiyi subconsciously shrank her legs and hissed softly.
I hadn't felt it before, but now that he's pressed on it, that sore, swollen, and painful feeling has suddenly come over me.
He Jinzhao held her feet tightly to prevent her from moving around.
He lowered his eyes, his expression focused.
"Bear with it, don't be nervous, relax."
He spoke in a low voice, with concern, "Rubbing away the bruises will help it heal faster."
Song Shiyi gave a soft "hmm".
The pressure gradually increased, and the fingertips slowly massaged along the meridians. The warmth of the safflower oil spread under the skin, dispelling the initial soreness.
Song Shiyi's breathing softened, and her hand unconsciously rested on his wrist. The slightly cool touch of her fingertips made He Jinzhao's movements even slower.
He lifted his eyelids and glanced at her.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked, looking down.
She shook her head. "It doesn't hurt anymore, it feels warm."
"That's good."
He Jinzhao smiled faintly, his palm continuing to massage her ankle, his fingertips occasionally brushing against the veins on the back of her foot, his movements as gentle as if he were cherishing a rare treasure.
The kneading motion gradually slowed down, and finally he simply used his palm to gently cover her ankle, letting the residual warmth lock the medicinal fragrance into her skin.
Song Shiyi's cheeks flushed slightly as she looked down at his focused profile. His eyelashes were long, and the curve of his jawline was gentle.
They say that serious men are handsome, and it's true.
However, in her eyes, He Jinzhao was handsome no matter what.
She couldn't help but smile, her eyes crinkling with laughter.
He Jinzhao looked up at her and, seeing her smiling so happily, raised an eyebrow and said, "What are you thinking about? Why are you smiling so foolishly?"
Song Shiyi paused for a moment, then gave him a harmless glare. This guy was really annoying.
She pouted, her voice muffled.
You never said that to me before.
"Yueyue said that boys change after they fall in love, and it turns out it's true."
Upon hearing this, He Jinzhao smiled and said confidently, "I haven't changed."
Someone scoffed, "Didn't I say the same thing the first time we met again?"
Song Shiyi choked on his words: "..."
That's true.
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