Chapter 23 A slender waistline is fully revealed...
Chapter 23
Luo Xiaoran's fingers were hardly swollen, and he could still easily put on the ring.
However, as long as you wear it, it will inevitably pass over the wounds on your fingertips, and it will inevitably scratch and hurt a little.
Thinking of this, Chu Xingli turned around and pressed Luo Xiaoran's hand.
He was worried about touching the wound and that his finger would swell up in a while.
She was also worried that wearing the ring would affect the healing of the wound and the blood circulation in Luo Xiaoran's fingers.
“How about…” Chu Xingli looked into Luo Xiaoran’s eyes, “or maybe you shouldn’t wear it.”
Luo Xiaoran's eyes darkened. After a moment of silence, he clenched the ring in his palm, preparing to put it back in his pocket: "Fine, I won't wear it."
Chu Xingli never liked to explain himself, but at this moment, he didn't want Luo Xiaoran to misunderstand his meaning.
"It's not that I don't want you to wear it, it's that I'm worried your fingers will swell, and the ring will restrict blood flow. This is not something to joke about, it's really not that I don't want you to wear it."
"You'd let me wear it?" Luo Xiaoran's ears only listened to what he wanted to hear.
Chu Xingli: "..."
So it's selective deafness?
[Ranzi: What are you saying? I don't understand. I want to kiss you.]
[Hugs, you really care about Ranzi, can't you two not get a divorce?]
[Ranzi's perspective on Hugs: It's not that I don't want you to wear it, it's just that... I really don't want you to wear it.]
After hearing what Bao Bao said, Ranzi concluded: He didn't object to me wearing a ring = He's willing for me to wear a ring = He loves me very much.
Gu Zezhou watched the films Luo Xiaoran had just shot. He knew that at Luo Xiaoran's age, this level of injury would recover very quickly.
“Xingli, don’t worry,” Gu Zezhou glanced at the condition of Luo Xiaoran’s fingers and the size of the ring on his hand, and made a judgment, “His fingers won’t have poor blood circulation.”
Gu Zezhou knew why Luo Xiaoran wanted to put on the ring now.
Because once the ring is fixed, even if Chu Xingli is unwilling, Luo Xiaoran cannot easily take it off.
So he decided to take this opportunity and keep wearing it, hoping that Chu Xingli would soften her heart and not have any objections when they got back.
As the patriarch, Chu Lianqing couldn't bear to see her younger brothers sad and upset.
Seeing Luo Xiaoran being troubled by his younger brother, he couldn't help but advise, "Just let Xiaoran wear it. If he's in a good mood, his recovery speed might even be faster."
Chu Xingli checked the needle mark on Luo Xiaoran's right arm and, after confirming that there was no bleeding, instructed, "Be careful when you wear it, and don't touch your fingertips."
The nail had driven in very deep, and the dark red hole it left behind after being pulled out was enough to send chills down your spine.
Not to mention the bone fracture that was waiting to be fixed, which would inevitably poke at Luo Xiaoran's pain nerves from time to time.
The ten fingers are connected to the heart.
Chu Xingli looked at Luo Xiaoran's fingers, and her nose felt a little sore.
He hesitated for a moment, then turned away, not wanting them to see that he was losing control of his emotions.
Chu Lianqing and Gu Zezhou exchanged a knowing, triumphant glance, and then quickly shifted their attention before Chu Xingli could turn around and notice them. One looked out the window, and the other looked at the roof.
Since Luo Xiaoran became enlightened, besides studying, the only serious thing left for him was to seduce Chu Xingli.
Over the years, he has honed this skill to perfection, reaching the pinnacle of mastery.
It can be said that you can tell how good or bad someone is just by the moment Ranzi makes a move.
Even though Chu Xingli's personality has become somewhat uncontrollable due to the aftereffects of the car accident, Luo Xiaoran is still 60% confident that he can win Chu Xingli's heart.
After all, Luo Xiaoran is as cunning as a lotus root.
Seeing that Chu Xingli hadn't originally insisted on him not wearing the ring, and even her tone had softened considerably.
Luo Xiaoran couldn't help but gain another wave of sympathy.
He stopped putting on the ring, frowned slightly, and looked quite uncomfortable.
Chu Xingli had been watching his every move closely, and seeing this, she quickly asked with concern, "What's wrong? Is there anywhere else that hurts?"
"My arm is a little sore from the injection," Luo Xiaoran said, seemingly unaffected. He tried to raise his arm, but it fell back down. "It's okay, it'll be fine in a bit."
"Then I'll help you put it on," Chu Xingli said.
Luo Xiaoran humbly agreed, "Alright then."
【? ? ? No, Ranzi-ge, you...】
[Damn it, I recognized her immediately as my wife, why is she putting a ring on this man's finger?!]
[So this is how you catch a wife... (dumbfounded.jpg)]
[Luo Xiaoran, you've changed! You actually dared to cheat on me and make my wife your wife (fuming)]
[This is the only hug I want, don't hurt him.]
Chu Xingli's attention deficit disorder makes it difficult for him to think about two things at the same time.
Simply put, it's like a bear breaking corn kernels.
At this moment, he only saw himself as a kind and helpful older brother, helping Luo Xiaoran solve all her difficulties.
"Give it to me." Chu Xingli took the ring from Luo Xiaoran's hand.
Just as she was about to carefully take Luo Xiaoran's hand in her arms, she remembered that his hand couldn't be moved freely, so she straightened her pants and squatted down herself.
He looked up at Luo Xiaoran's face.
Luo Xiaoran placed his hand on his knee, making it much easier for Chu Xingli to put the ring on.
Chu Xingli held the ring, took a deep breath, and then held it, avoiding the exposed wound on her fingertip, before slipping it onto Luo Xiaoran's ring finger.
He would look at Luo Xiaoran's expression every time he moved forward half an inch.
Seeing that the other person was looking down and calmly watching him, he felt relieved and slipped the ring onto Luo Xiaoran's finger.
After doing all this, Chu Xingli breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a fine sheen of sweat on her fingertips.
Did you two sign up for the wrong variety show? Your eyes are practically glued to each other and you're telling me you're getting a divorce?!
[Please help me decide which color of these necklaces looks best (five hanging cords in red, orange, yellow, green, and cyan.jpg)]
[The way Luo Xiaoran looked down at Bao Bao when he put the ring on his finger just now, I felt like he was trying hard to suppress something (his face turned pale)]
"Alright." Chu Xingli prepared to get up.
Be careful when you stand up.
As Luo Xiaoran spoke, he also made preparations with his hands.
Chu Xingli squatted down too quickly, so Luo Xiaoran didn't have time to stop him.
Chu Xingli has a chronic condition of hypoglycemia; when she squats down and stands up again, her vision often goes black.
Throughout the many years Luo Xiaoran had spent with Chu Xingli, every time Chu Xingli squatted down, his hand would instinctively protect him at his side, ready to help the person who suddenly stood up from the ground.
Chu Xingli felt that his task was completed, and his sluggish reaction made him ignore the memory of dizziness.
He propped himself up on his knees and stood up from the ground.
Luo Xiaoran disregarded everything else and hurriedly reached out her right hand to help him up.
Unexpectedly, the person who touched Chu Xingli's waist was nimbly dodged.
"Be careful with your hands." Chu Xingli was afraid that she might accidentally touch Luo Xiaoran's wound, so she nimbly avoided his touch.
However, he forgot that the next second he would inevitably feel dizzy and his vision would go black, and he would stagger to grope for the table behind him that he had just caught a glimpse of out of the corner of his eye.
Fortunately, her older brother caught her, and she hung awkwardly on his arm to calm her dizziness.
"You support him." Chu Lianqing thought he was too heavy, so she casually tossed him into Gu Zezhou's hands behind her.
Chu Xingli: "..."
"I'm fine." Chu Xingli felt embarrassed and, with Gu Zezhou's help, paused for a few seconds before bracing herself to stand up straight.
Then, pretending that nothing was wrong, he tilted his head and watched the doctor fix Luo Xiaoran's finger.
Chu Xingli wore a loose-fitting off-white Gi cardigan today, with the hem of his white shirt casually tucked into his trousers. The way he raised his hand made his slender waistline, which was tightly bound, stand out.
Luo Xiaoran had no interest in whether his finger hurt from being immobilized. He kept glancing at Chu Xingli's clothes and sighed as if worried that he was being taken advantage of.
[The waist that hugs me, the knife that kills me, I can't even imagine what it would feel like to hold that waist of hers.]
[Coward, I dare to dream (doge)]
[Hugs seems to be unwell o(╥﹏╥)o]
Yes, I've noticed that too; he always looks very weak.
[Don't let him hear you say that. He's rebellious by nature and might do push-ups on the spot to prove you wrong, only to faint again, haha.]
The doctor bandaged and immobilized the wound very efficiently, finishing in no time.
"You should regularly check if there is any swelling, numbness, paleness, or worsening pain in the fingertips," the doctor said, tidying up the things on the table. "If the nerve is compressed, you will need to come to the hospital for adjustment and fixation."
After a professional assessment, the doctor was well aware that Luo Xiaoran's finger would not be swollen severely, nor would wearing a ring affect the wound's healing.
However, if necessary, these instructions should still be given to avoid the patient being careless.
"Okay, thank you." Luo Xiaoran stood up and raised his right hand to help Chu Xingli pull up the sleeves of her clothes that had fallen off her shoulders.
Gu Zezhou stepped back to make it easier for Luo Xiaoran and Chu Xingli to stand together.
The space inside the room was quite large, but with the director and the cameraman with his equipment, the seven grown men standing there felt somewhat cramped.
Chu Lianqing is quite tall, almost only a few centimeters shorter than Luo Xiaoran and Gu Zezhou.
Therefore, the thing Chu Xingli least wanted to do was stand with the three of them at the same time.
Although his height of 1.83 meters is not considered very tall, he becomes... very short when standing next to the three of them.
Luo Xiaoran was well aware of Chu Xingli's little schemes.
He glanced at his elder brother on the left and then at Gu Zezhou, clearly about to become unhappy.
Luo Xiaoran suppressed his smile, reached out, and naturally put his hand on Chu Xingli's lower back, pulling her two steps towards him.
Chu Xingli let him do as he pleased, subconsciously following Luo Xiaoran's steps.
All her attention was focused on Luo Xiaoran's hands, and she tried her best to memorize the doctor's instructions.
[So, Ranzi finally got his hands on her, huh?]
[So happy!]
[What right do you have to hug my wife?! Even if you're injured, you can't touch my wife!]
[Ranzi, can you check if this is how you get your ears pierced? (pointing a gun at his head.jpg)]
I don't have many other hobbies, I just love cosplaying as a Teru Teru Bozu (a Japanese doll).
*
When we returned to the villa, everyone had already eaten dinner and gone to their rooms to rest.
However, the production team certainly wouldn't forget to prepare for Chu Xingli and Luo Xiaoran.
The assistant director meticulously calculated the time of their return and promptly sent someone to deliver a sumptuous meal to their room.
Chu Xingli took very meticulous care of Luo Xiaoran, from small things like washing his right hand and wiping his left hand with a wet towel, to big things like taking off his coat and helping him change into his pajamas.
"Thank you for the hug." Without anyone noticing, Luo Xiaoran changed his way of addressing Chu Xingli back to what he used to call her.
After discovering that Chu Xingli hadn't noticed at all, he addressed her as such even more naturally and called her that name more and more frequently.
Because she was always thinking about taking good care of Luo Xiaoran, Chu Xingli ate faster, putting down her chopsticks in less than ten minutes, ready to be at Luo Xiaoran's beck and call at any time.
"Do you need me to feed you?" Chu Xingli couldn't help but ask when she saw Luo Xiaoran eating so slowly.
How could Luo Xiaoran possibly let such a good opportunity slip by? Hearing this, he gently put down his chopsticks and looked up at Chu Xingli: "Is it alright? Won't it take up your time?"
He was used to this seductive trick. When he looked at Chu Xingli, he would always skillfully hide his aggressiveness, his gaze soft and sincere.
The result was unsurprising: Chu Xingli fell for the trap.
Seeing that Luo Xiaoran was still apologizing for potentially taking up other people's time even at this point, he felt extremely distressed.
Chu Xingli shook her head and picked up Luo Xiaoran's bowl: "How could that be? Come on, open your mouth."
Luo Xiaoran's wicked scheme succeeded, and he obediently opened his mouth to be fed.
[It's a tonic! Hugs! Trust me, tonic! (Crawls around on the floor)]
I'm really afraid that if I feed him and then hold him, he'll trick me into going to bed with him.
[You scheming green tea b*tch, you're showing off your vixen act again, aren't you? (gritting teeth)]
Chu Xingli now feels that the most important thing for her is to help Luo Xiaoran.
His greatest wish was for Luo Xiaoran's wounds to heal quickly; otherwise, every time he saw them, his guilt and heartache would increase.
After finishing their meal, Chu Xingli took the bowls and chopsticks downstairs to the kitchen.
Just as he rolled up his sleeves to wash the dishes, he encountered the director, who had seen him on the monitor going downstairs to deliver the dishes and had rushed out of his room to stop him.
"Xingli! Put down the bowl! Go back to your room and rest!" The chief director truly realized the value of having a living father today.
They dared not allow Chu Xingli to suffer any further mishaps.
Chu Xingli felt embarrassed to trouble someone to wash the dishes for her and Luo Xiaoran so late: "It's okay, Director. There are only three plates and two bowls. I'll go upstairs as soon as I'm done washing them."
However, the director's words were harsh, and he kept repeating the same message: he ordered Chu Xingli to go upstairs.
Helpless, Chu Xingli could only put down the bowl in her hand and turn to go upstairs.
He was genuinely shocked by the director's reaction and kept turning back to check on his mental state.
When they returned to the room, Luo Xiaoran was looking for clothes by the wardrobe. Because his left hand was inconvenient, he could only stand sideways to avoid being hit by the wardrobe door.
"Why did you stand up?" Chu Xingli's gaze automatically locked onto Luo Xiaoran's left hand, and only looked at his face after confirming that he was alright. "What do you need? I'll help you."
"Could you get me a pair of pants?" Luo Xiaoran was serious this time.
It was indeed inconvenient for him to search through it.
"Oh, right, I didn't change your pajamas," Chu Xingli glanced down, "Eh? Your pants are torn?"
Luo Xiaoran also looked down and realized, "It's just a torn pocket, it's okay, we can just get a new one."
"Shall I sew it for you?"
The enthusiastic Mr. Chu suddenly had a brilliant idea.
Luo Xiaoran gave him a suspicious look.
When Chu Xingli was little, there was indeed a period of time when she wanted to be one of the Seven Fairies.
Chu Xingli is a fire sign; he acts on a whim.
Before Luo Xiaoran could even nod in agreement, he dashed out to borrow a needle and thread from a staff member.
Just as Luo Xiaoran finished checking the extent of the damage to his pants pocket, Chu Xingli ran back with a sewing kit and excitedly sat on the sofa to start threading a needle.
The person whose pants were about to be sewn on felt uneasy: "You won't prick me, will you?"
He'd already been pricked quite a few times today, and he really didn't want to get pricked again before going to sleep.
[Let him sew it! You've taken advantage of us all, it's time we gave you a good hug and taught you a lesson.]
But sewing that spot would be too dangerous, hahaha.
It's no wonder Ranzi was scared (doge)
[Look how excited he is, how can you bear to refuse him? (Watching the drama unfold.jpg)]
[Ranzi Bro: Brother, please stop sewing, I'm scared]
Chu Xingli was so engrossed in choosing the color of the line that she couldn't tear herself away from it. Hearing this, she snapped out of her reverie and glared at Luo Xiaoran: "You don't trust me?"
Luo Xiaoran couldn't bear to see the little lion show a disappointed expression.
He decisively changed his stance: "What I mean is, I really hope you can help me sew my pants, mainly because I'm worried you'll prick your hand."
Luo Xiaoran's tone was sincere and his gaze was firm, which easily inspired those facing him to have lofty ambitions and a sense of great success.
Unfortunately, the person opposite him was Chu Xingli.
Two-stage reversal.
Now it was Chu Xingli's turn to lack confidence.
"Maybe... we should just give up?" Chu Xingli hesitated. "I probably can't sew it well."
Luo Xiaoran patiently comforted him, "It's okay, I believe in you."
His voice was gentle and deep, which calmed Chu Xingli's heart considerably.
"Then I'll give it a try." Chu Xingli pursed her lips, held the threaded needle, and squatted down beside Luo Xiaoran's legs.
From this angle, Luo Xiaoran's collarbone was clearly visible, and it was slightly red from the movement of raising his hand and the rubbing of his clothes.
Chu Xingli can be both obedient and gentle at times.
...It can easily turn into a beautiful color.
Luo Xiaoran raised his head slightly, his eyes half-closed, and when he opened them again, his expression returned to calm.
Chu Xingli carefully placed the first needle, avoiding Luo Xiaoran's left hand.
"I'm starting to sew now." His voice sounded excited.
Luo Xiaoran hummed in agreement, leaned back in the sofa chair, and stared down at the neatly shaped whorl of hair on the back of Chu Xingli's head.
“Your pocket is torn near the bottom,” Chu Xingli said, making it sound convincing enough. “I’ll try to sew it up as discreetly as possible so that no one will notice that it’s been repaired.”
Luo Xiaoran: "..."
You'd better be able to.
The needle and thread moved nimbly through the fabric.
Luo Xiaoran, who was usually calm and composed, was unusually anxious.
If something really goes wrong, even if he manages to bring back the memory of hugging, they'll probably end up in a platonic relationship.
Finally, after a long silence and the sound of fabric rubbing together, Chu Xingli finished sewing Luo Xiaoran's pants.
"I've finished sewing it. What do you think?" Chu Xingli looked up at Luo Xiaoran expectantly, her face beaming with joy.
He even forgot to stand up and sit on the sofa; it was Luo Xiaoran who reached out and pulled him up.
Faced with Chu Xingli's alluring expression, Luo Xiaoran didn't even need to think before launching into a grand display of flattery: "You sewed it very well. Hugs never disappoint. Even tailors would be out of a job if they met you."
Chu Xingli's eyes crinkled with laughter at the praise, and she waved her hand modestly, saying, "Oh, I'm not as amazing as you say. Come on, stand up and walk around."
"Okay." Luo Xiaoran moved his legs, then his face suddenly stiffened.
"Why don't you stand up?" Chu Xingli asked, tilting her head in confusion. "Stand up and walk around to see if there are any holes in my stitching?"
Luo Xiaoran tried lifting his leg again.
The next second, he looked calmly at Chu Xingli—
"You sewed my pants onto the sofa."
Chu Xingli: "...???"
【How did you manage to give me a hug?】
[Hug: Don't worry about it, I have plenty of strength and methods]
[Ranzi is obviously used to it (*￣︶￣)]
[Being able to hug you and have your pants sewn is already a huge blessing, isn't it? Aren't you satisfied? (doge)]
[Even a tailor would lose his job if he met you]
[First comment: Am I also part of your play?]
"Are you kidding me?" Chu Xingli hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation.
After hearing Luo Xiaoran's words, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Can't stand up after sewing the pants?
Did he sew his pants onto the sofa?
Chu Xingli simply didn't believe it.
His technique was flawless.
If you look closely, the stitches might be a bit messy, but it's absolutely impossible to sew pants onto a sofa!
“You must be mistaken,” Chu Xingli reached out and removed the cushion from Luo Xiaoran’s lap. “Is the cushion too heavy? Or is your leg numb? Try standing up.”
Luo Xiaoran didn't argue with him.
He stood when asked to.
"Sizzle—"
Luo Xiaoran has long legs and great strength; the moment he obediently stood up from the sofa.
A tearing sound of fabric rang in their ears.
Chu Xingli: "..."
Luo Xiaoran: "..."
The two stood there in silence for a while.
Ultimately, it was the perpetrator surnamed Chu who broke the silence first.
"Ha, ha, ha," Chu Xingli chuckled awkwardly, not caring about losing face. "You know, this whole thing is really embarrassing."
"No need to be embarrassed," Luo Xiaoran said in a soothing voice, his familiar gentleness.
Chu Xingli was immediately moved.
Tsk tsk tsk, that's why they call him an award-winning actor.
Look at their magnanimity, their tolerance, their generosity...
Luo Xiaoran remained calm and held out her hand to him: "Pay me back my pants."
Chu Xingli: "..."
[Let's repay each other with our bodies, hugs]
[Give him a hug, kiss him a hundred times, and I guarantee you won't have to pay anything.]
[I bet Baobao bought these pants for Ranzi, hahaha]
[Ranzi: You were the original wife just now, now you're the plaintiff]
[hhh, Ranzi has a kind of calm madness]
Luo Xiaoran finally gained the upper hand—
The right to coerce or demand things from Chu Xingli on his own initiative.
“You bought these pants for me,” Luo Xiaoran said, her voice filled with grievance. “This matter cannot be left like this.”
Chu Xingli picked up her phone: "I'll transfer the money to you."
Luo Xiaoran grabbed his screen: "I want the pants."
"What year are these pants from?" Chu Xingli glanced at them casually and replied dismissively, "Oh, they're sold out. How about I transfer the money to you?"
Luo Xiaoran shook his head, still disagreeing.
"No, how much wealth do you have? You're short of a pair of pants?!" Chu Xingli found this extremely absurd.
Luo Xiaoran calmly said, "Give me back my pants."
Chu Xingli was furious: "Nonsense!"
Luo Xiaoran calmly replied, "Pay me back my pants."
Chu Xingli, unable to bear it any longer, exclaimed: "This is utterly unreasonable!"
Luo Xiaoran remained unmoved: "Give me back my pants."
Chu Xingli: "..."
I can't take it anymore, I'm dying of laughter. Humans are truly just parrots.
[Ranzi whispered in Baobao's ear in the middle of the night: "Give me back my pants."]
[A hug at this moment: I'm a smiling tiger, always smiling, even if you provoke me, I'll still be smiling.]
[Hug: If you cross my line, I'll lower it.]
["I Believe in You" and "Pay Me Back My Pants"]
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