Chapter 16 Chapter 16 Good night, Song Zhihan
The doctor did not recommend a full body massage for Song Zhihan in his current condition, but he could soak his feet in the medicinal bath at the hot spring. Accompanied by the waiter and Lin Jie, they changed places again.
Arriving at the hot spring floor, Song Zhihan felt embarrassed to continue bothering Lin Jie: "Boss Lin, please go back. I can handle it myself."
Lin Jie held the wheelchair tightly and said, "I'll accompany you. If I go back, they won't be able to play comfortably."
After that, he said to the waitress who had been accompanying him, "Please find some medicine for injuries."
Song Zhihan stopped persuading him to leave and tightened his coat.
The two were arranged in a special foot-soaking room. The four beds inside were empty. Since they were here, most people chose to soak in the hot spring directly, but Song Zhihan was not lucky enough to do so.
The door to the foot bath room was too narrow for a wheelchair to fit in, so he had to be supported through the door. Song Zhihan frowned, wanting to give up: "Forget it, I won't soak anymore and will just go back to my room."
The sprain was not very serious, but she was in great pain. She had to move in through the door on one foot, which was painful just thinking about. Song Zhihan was very afraid of pain.
Lin Jie took a look inside, then squatted down on one knee, facing Song Zhihan: "Can I carry you in?"
Song Zhihan's face flushed red. She was too embarrassed to answer, but she shyly put her arms around Lin Jie's neck, which meant she tacitly agreed.
Lin Jie curled the corners of his lip, leaned over to pick her up, and placed her properly on the bed.
After a while, the staff came over with a basin of medicinal soup. The earthy grey soup exuded a strong medicinal aroma. The staff enthusiastically introduced: "This soup has the effect of relaxing muscles and activating blood circulation. You can soak in it for half an hour. Be careful not to be exposed to wind or air conditioning after soaking."
As his feet were wrapped in the warm soup, Song Zhihan let out a comfortable sigh, as if it really had an immediate effect.
Lin Jie pulled a chair next to her and sat down with a watery look in his eyes.
The closed private room became a private space for the two of them. Song Zhihan secretly opened his eyes, leaving a crack, to look at Lin Jie's face.
Alas, how can someone remain as good-looking as ever after ten years?
In the past, I liked Lin Jie largely because of his appearance, every aspect of which was exactly what Song Zhihan liked.
There is just one thing about him, he has a big mouth and always says things that make people sad.
After so many years, has Lin Jie found a girl who meets his type of partner?
A little curious. Song Zhihan, relying on his injured foot, was eager to try, and raised his eyebrows and asked him: "Senior, do you still remember the reason why you refused me to use it?"
Her tone was particularly calm, as if she was casually talking about a youthful memory after many years of letting go. In fact, Song Zhihan did think so.
Lin Jie looked at her, with an indescribable emotion deep in his eyes: "Remember."
Song Zhihan smiled with his eyes curved, as if gossiping: "Have you found the girl you like?"
Lin Jie swallowed the sourness in his throat and looked into her smiling eyes: "No."
Song Zhihan was stunned for a moment, said "oh", and quickly looked down at the foot bath water.
"No" means that there has never been one, or there is not one for the time being.
She lowered her head, her long hair cascading down from her ears. The warm yellow light from above shone on her hair, making it glow. Just like her, she brought a bright antidote to Lin Jie's dull life.
After a long, long time, until Song Zhihan felt the soup slowly cooling down, she heard Lin Jie speak.
"You've probably heard that Ryan and I have an unwritten agreement. The school will cover all of my tuition, living expenses, and generous scholarships for my three years of high school. All I have to do is make sure I get first place in the college entrance exam. But I'm not an infallible program, and I can't guarantee I can answer every question correctly. So, in order to reduce my margin for error, I have to eliminate all interfering factors. I'm sorry, Song Zhihan, I didn't have the opportunity to make mistakes before."
When people are extremely self-deprecating, they will unconsciously become rude. Faced with her confession, Lin Jie said something decisive.
His life seemed to have always been like this. He was not qualified to make mistakes, so he had to eliminate even the slightest potential danger.
Do you really not like Song Zhihan?
Lin Jie never knew it, but when he regarded Song Zhihan as a factor disturbing his mind, he knew the answer.
After saying this, the room fell into silence for a long time.
Song Zhihan stared at the dark soup quietly. A tear fell from his eye, creating ripples on the surface of the water. Lin Jie's deeper meaning was that the reason he rejected her was not because he didn't like her.
The old illness seemed to be cured suddenly, and he was not denying himself.
Today, after so many years, she finally started to think seriously about her and Lin Jie.
Song Zhihan had many friends, many of whom were academically accomplished, but none of them shied away from the topic of dating, which made her think that dating was perfectly normal. So, since she liked Lin Jie, she had to tell him, hoping that he would like her as much as she liked him.
But she forgot that Lin Jie was different from her. They were in the same school but had different goals, and Lin Jie had too much to carry.
Song Zhihan was only heartbroken and sad about his rejection and never considered Lin Jie's situation.
The two of them had their own ideas. Lin Jie looked at the time and stood up: "It's time."
He half-knelt down again, grabbed Song Zhihan's calf, lifted her feet out of the basin, and then wiped them clean with a disposable towel.
Song Zhihan let him do all this. She stared at Lin Jie with her eyes, as if she wanted to find a flaw in him. She had something to say and something to ask. Her heart was beating fast, and her high emotions finally rushed to her head: "Lin Jie, if..."
Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by a knock on the door. The escort came back with something, and her expression was apologetic: "I only found safflower oil."
Song Zhihan paused and swallowed the words he had not finished speaking. Lin Jie took the things and said thank you.
The smell of safflower oil was pungent and spicy. Song Zhihan wrinkled his nose and looked embarrassed: "Lin Jie, can you not apply this?"
Lin Jie remained unmoved.
Song Zhihan resisted from the bottom of his heart, and when he spoke, he unconsciously put on the tone of voice he used when asking his parents for help at home: "Senior... I really don't want to wipe it off..."
Lin Jie simply poured the liquid into her palm, rubbed it to warm it up, and applied it to her injured ankle.
Still unable to escape, Song Zhihan snorted, feeling the hot temperature of his palm, his face quietly burning hot under the dim light.
While Lin Jie was applying medicine to her, he gently massaged her ankles. The effect was good, and Song Zhihan felt that safflower oil was not so difficult to accept.
His palms circled her delicate ankles, and the glossy sheen on them added a layer of charm. Lin Jie lowered his eyes, suppressing his true emotions. He coughed lightly and asked, "What did you say just now?"
Song Zhihan rolled his eyes and answered irrelevantly: "Have you secretly learned massage? Your technique doesn't seem like a novice."
She dodged it. Lin Jie helplessly explained, "I learned a little bit, and I used to massage my mother."
"Oh, then you have a really good relationship with your mother." Song Zhihan nodded.
Speaking of Zhong Xiuwen, Lin Jie added a few words: "My mother had a hard time raising my sister and me. She used to work in a restaurant and had to stand all day. Her feet would be swollen when she got home."
It was also at that time that Lin Jie found an introductory book on massage in a bookstore. He would read it when he had nothing to do and wait for Zhong Xiumen to come back to give her a massage.
Song Zhihan nodded and said with emotion: "That's great, your family has such a good relationship."
Unlike her, who is still worrying about her own future all day long.
The medicated oil on the feet was pressed and absorbed and remained on the instep. Lin Jie wiped off the top layer with a tissue. He felt that even if he didn't wipe it off, Song Zhihan would take the trouble to clean it when they returned to the room.
Lin Jie glanced at the thickness of the disposable towel and felt a little worried. The staff member just said that it couldn't be exposed to the wind, but Song Zhihan's feet were so bad that shoes definitely wouldn't fit in. It would take a few minutes to get to the accommodation, and the wind was blowing outside again.
Just at this moment, a staff member came in, and Lin Jie asked her if there was any clothes or something to wrap her feet.
The staff provided a bathrobe for hot spring bathing. Lin Jie took it, turned around and saw Song Zhihan's embarrassed expression, and understood.
"Song Zhihan, do you mind wrapping your feet with my clothes?"
Song Zhihan was stunned for a moment, and after comparing the two clothes in his mind, he replied: "I don't mind, do you mind?"
Lin Jie smiled, and Song Zhihan quickly picked up his coat and said, "I'll buy you the same one!"
Lin Jie took the coat from her hand and put it on her shoulders.
Song Zhihan asked stupidly: "Don't you want to wrap your feet?"
This is just silly and cute.
Lin Jie couldn't help it. He stepped forward, lifted her chin, and moved her head to the side near the door: "Turn around."
Then he took off his shirt, put on the bathrobe, and used the tight short sleeves to wrap his feet.
Song Zhihan didn't expect that this was what he meant. When her feet were wrapped in the short-sleeved shirt with his body temperature, she subconsciously curled her toes, and the Hello Kitty cat face on her nails wrinkled, as if shy.
Lin Jie, wearing a bathrobe, carried her back to the wheelchair.
Song Zhihan temporarily lost his ability to speak. Everything that happened tonight was so wonderful.
She recognized Lin Jie, confessed the reason behind her rejection, and even... had such close physical contact.
Now she was wearing Lin Jie's coat and his T-shirt, as if she was surrounded by Lin Jie.
Both my mood and body seemed to float into the sky with tonight's wind.
When he returned to the room, Cheng Yang had not come back yet. Lin Jie settled her down, put a pillow behind her back, filled the bedside table with water, and took out tissues, charging cables and other things to ensure they were within her reach.
After doing all this, he bent down slightly, looked into Song Zhihan's eyes and said, "Good night, Song Zhihan."
Those always cold eyes showed some other emotions, emotions that made Song Zhihan's heart beat faster.
Only when the door closed did Song Zhihan come to her senses. She buried her face in the pillow, rocking from side to side and moaning softly.
Ah, it seems like I’ve fallen in love with Lin Jie again.
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The author has something to say: Actually, when I was in high school, Lin Jie had a bit of an inferiority complex. Can my family understand? [glasses][glasses]
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