Chapter 426: Have you ever wavered for a moment?
It was half past seven when Liang Chihui entered the house.
After a night of intense mental tension, he was extremely exhausted. He leaned back on the sofa, covered his face, and rubbed it to wake himself up.
The bodyguard who stayed at the apartment made a cup of scented tea and asked, "Have you been drinking?"
He took the teacup and asked, "Is she still sleeping?"
"My sister-in-law has been suffering from morning sickness and begged me to untie the ropes, but I didn't dare to do it on my own." The bodyguard carefully observed his expression, "My sister-in-law is quite well behaved, otherwise..."
"She's been following me for two months and betrayed me four times." Liang Chihui raised his eyes. "Last night's visit to the hospital was also a self-torture trick. Fortunately, I saw through it in time. Otherwise, she would have teamed up with the nurses to act out a trick, using a physical examination as an excuse to get out of my sight. Once she returned safely, Liang Jing and Zheng Ping would have had no scruples about sniping me."
The bodyguard was shocked. "Ms. He is so weak, yet she has such a mind."
Liang Chihui put down the teacup. "In the eyes of men, she is gentle and tender, and lovable. But it is her tenderness that stabs people more cruelly than a hard knife."
The bodyguard lowered his head and said nothing.
Liang Chihui pushed open the door of the master bedroom, and the window opened a crack. The sunlight shone through the gauze curtains onto the bed, making He Sang feel warm. Her clear eyes looked at him, longing for him, and warmed his heart to the point of melting.
He walked over and asked, "Are you hungry?"
"I'm not hungry." He Sang said hoarsely, "I'm thirsty."
Liang Chihui picked up the thermos on the bedside table, unscrewed the lid, and fed her the red date water bit by bit.
"Is it delicious?"
He Sang shook his head, "There are jujube peels."
He poured the remaining water on the aloe vera leaves on the windowsill. "Bodyguards are clumsy and not as good as Sister Su and Sister Rong in cooking. I'm sorry you've been wronged."
"Chi Hui..." She called his name timidly, "Can you let me go? My wrist is so tight that it hurts."
Liang Chihui looked at her for a long time and said, "If I let you go, will you stay by my side obediently?"
He Sang's eyes were red, he avoided answering and just kept crying out in pain.
He stood there for a while, walked to the bed, and bent down to check.
Although he had instructed the bodyguard to wrap a layer of cotton cloth around the hemp rope to reduce friction and prevent abrasion of her skin, He Sang was too delicate, and her fair wrist bones were red, almost oozing blood.
Liang Chihui frowned, untied the rope, and gently stroked her red and swollen wrist.
"Is there any ice?" He Sang moved around a few times, feeling hot.
"It's in the fridge." He left the room and returned a moment later with a medicine box in one hand and a bowl of ice in the other.
Clean her and apply medicine for her.
The cotton swab was dipped into the cool ointment, and He Sang couldn't help but tremble with the feeling of ice and fire.
"Do you hate me?"
He Sang pursed his lips, "Do you hate me?"
"Hate." He froze for a second, "Neither hate nor hate."
She was silent.
"Did you ever waver for a moment?"
He Sang remained silent.
Liang Chihui probably didn't want to hear a cruel answer, so he didn't continue asking.
After applying the medicine, he unbuttoned his shirt and asked, "There's a razor in the bathroom. Do you know how to shave?"
She came back to her senses and nodded hesitantly, "Your shaving technique is not good."
"It's okay." Liang Chihui lay on the bed where she had slept, closing his eyes and resting.
He Sang got out of bed, filled a basin with water, sat next to him, applied shaving cream on his jaw and temples, and shaved from top to bottom along the contours of Liang Chihui's face, centimeter by centimeter.
He has fair skin and light stubble, but it is not sparse and grows densely on his chin.
When scraped clean, it is as smooth as jade; when allowed to grow wildly, it becomes thick and mature.
Just like him.
Unpredictable and ever-changing.
Countless skins, and a heart with seven orifices.
Liang Chihui silently opened his eyes and stared at her. She wasn't very skilled, but she was serious. "Have you shaved the third brother before?"
"I shaved my dad..." He Sang's movements were gentle, like soft clouds falling on his cheek. "When I was a child, my dad didn't shave in the mornings. He would rub against me vigorously. I felt itchy and tried to hide from him. The more I hid, the more he rubbed against me. I used to cry."
"Really?" Liang Chihui laughed, "So you've loved crying since you were a child."
He Sang also laughed. "Later, the first thing I did every morning when I woke up was to shave his beard." She paused. "My temperament is like my father, not my mother."
"Um."
When He Jinping was mentioned, Liang Chihui felt a little uncomfortable and sat up with a dull look on his face.
"Have you seen a picture of my father?"
"I've seen it once."
He Sang choked up, "If he were still alive, he would be 58 years old this year. He married late because he was very picky. I don't know how many good women he missed out on, but he chose to marry my mother... He liked women with thin eyebrows and dimples."
Liang Chihui listened quietly.
After a long while, he put his arms around her and held her on his lap. "No wonder you have dimples. You look beautiful when you smile."
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