Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Miss, I'm in pain
Back at the apartment near the school, as soon as he entered the door, Ji Siyun rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the refrigerator.
Song Youning asked, "Where are you going?"
Ji Siyun didn't turn around, his voice steady, "Make dinner."
He opened the refrigerator and was considering which ingredients to use when suddenly a hand reached out and closed the refrigerator door in front of him.
Song Youning stood by with a medicine box in one hand, looking helpless.
She rolled her eyes at Ji Siyun, took his hand, and asked him unhappily, "Don't you know it hurts?"
The big hand she held was rough, with large knuckles. In the afternoon, Ji Siyun had a fierce fight with Li Tian, and every punch hit the flesh. At this moment, there were large pieces of skin broken on the joints of both his hands, and the turned flesh and brown-red blood were coagulated together.
It looks dirty and scary.
Ji Siyun finally realized that his body was a mess. He retracted his hands and hid them behind his back as if he had been electrocuted. He avoided looking at Song Youning.
"I'm fine." Ji Siyun whispered, "I'm used to it. It doesn't hurt."
This pitiful look successfully aroused Song Youning's little sympathy. She pulled out Ji Siyun's hand hidden behind his back with a little force. She felt pain in her hand when she saw the bloody back of his hand.
The corner of Ji Siyun's mouth was also cracked, and his already pale face was covered with bruises, which looked very serious.
"Nonsense, how could it not hurt?" Song Youning had a stern face, but Ji Siyun still noticed the concern for him in his eyes.
This minor injury was nothing compared to what he had experienced before, but Ji Siyun was immersed in the warmth of her care and quickly learned to show weakness.
His dark eyelashes drooped, and he controlled the trembling of his voice to just the right degree.
"It hurts, miss, it hurts so much."
As he spoke, the corners of his cracked mouth moved and the young man let out a hissing sound.
"You know it hurts, yet you still dare to fight with others." Song Youning glared at him and scolded him, but she gently led him to sit on the sofa, opened the medicine box and applied medicine to him.
The delicate and pretty little face had a serious expression, and the warm and fragrant body was very close to him. Ji Siyun breathed in her scent almost greedily, watching her holding a disinfectant cotton ball and gently helping him wipe the wound.
The pain from the alcohol-soaked wound became less noticeable because of her proximity. Ji Siyun looked at Song Youning, who was so close to him, without blinking.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her round almond-shaped eyes were clear and bright, like the snow from a melting iceberg. She carefully cleaned his wound, and her plump lips unconsciously parted slightly.
Ji Siyun suddenly felt very hot.
His eyes fixed on her slightly parted lips.
The pink lips shone with a rich luster, just like fragile rose petals that would break at the slightest touch.
It must taste soft and sweet.
She was very close to him, her attention completely focused on the wound on his hand. As long as she looked up, she could see his undisguised burning gaze.
Maybe if she raised her head, she would find him staring at her with such a blatant look. She would become angry and embarrassed, her clear eyes would be filled with resentment, her fair little face would turn red, and she would scold him with her soft cherry lips.
Shameless and despicable.
Thinking of that scene, Ji Siyun felt dry mouth.
He licked his lips, slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, he had already hidden those unbearable thoughts.
After Song Youning treated the wound on his hand, she looked up with the cotton swab in her hand. Ji Siyun was much taller than her, and he was also much taller than her when he sat down.
She held up the cotton swab and said to him, "Lower your head."
Ji Siyun obediently lowered his head and consciously moved his face closer to her to make it easier for her to apply the medicine.
They were so close that the aroma of jasmine tea was stronger, and Ji Siyun could even hear her shallow breathing.
There was a strong wind outside, but it was warm as spring inside the house.
Ji Siyun had an injury on his hand, so he had to order takeout for dinner. Song Youning sat on the sofa with his phone in his hand and asked Ji Siyun what he wanted to eat.
Ji Siyun didn't even think about it: "I'll eat whatever the young lady wants to eat."
It has no reference value at all.
Song Youning swiped the screen a few times and looked at Ji Siyun, who was sitting quietly at the other end and seemed to have no temper.
She remembered that Ji Siyun didn't seem to like carrots?
So tonight's dinner is stewed pork ribs with carrots, stir-fried pork with carrots, stir-fried carrots, and cold shredded carrots.
She also thoughtfully ordered a glass of carrot juice for Ji Siyun.
Ji Siyun looked at the table full of carrots with a somewhat subtle expression.
Song Youning made no secret of his deliberate intentions. After sitting down, he smiled and asked Ji Siyun, who had a subtle expression, "Don't you like carrots?"
Before Ji Siyun could answer, he heard her lecturing him in a serious tone, "Don't be picky about food. Carrots nourish the liver and improve eyesight. Eat more."
Song Youning thought to himself: If you don’t like it, I will force you to eat it, just to see if you are angry.
When Song Youning thought of how Ji Siyun was forced to sit down despite being unwilling to do so, she felt that she was one step closer to completing her task.
Who says we have to take extreme measures? An unhappy childhood also requires a lifetime to heal.
Even if it starts with small things, it can still be disgusting.
She was full of hope for her mission, but she saw that Ji Siyun, who should have been reluctant, raised the corners of his mouth and looked at her with bright eyes full of joy.
This seemed to be different from her expectation.
"I'll eat whatever the young lady tells me to eat." Ji Siyun picked up a piece of carrot and ate it without changing his expression. He smiled at Song Youning.
"Look, Miss, I'm very easy to take care of."
He suddenly smiled at her, and his smile was so... sweet that Song Youning inexplicably got goosebumps all over her body.
"Oh, as long as he's not picky about food." For the first time, Song Youning doubted his observation skills that he was proud of.
Didn't he really hate carrots?
Forget it, it was just a childish act that I did on impulse, so it doesn’t matter if it doesn’t succeed.
Song Youning lost interest instantly and said, "Eat."
Ji Siyun swallowed the strange-tasting vegetable in his mouth expressionlessly, and picked up another piece and put it in his mouth.
He really didn't like the taste, but he had been so hungry that he could even eat spoiled food, so this vegetable, which just tasted bad, was not difficult to swallow.
What's more... During the meal, Ji Siyun secretly glanced at Song Youning.
She said carrots can nourish the liver and improve eyesight.
How did she know he had mild night blindness?
The eldest lady really cares about him.
Ji Siyun was even happier.
Late at night, the screen of the mobile phone placed on the bedside suddenly lit up, and the buzzing sound woke up Song Youning who was sleeping next to him.
She squinted her eyes and grabbed the phone, staring at the three words "Lu Xuting" jumping on the screen, unable to remember who this was at all.
It wasn't until the vibration stopped, the screen went out, and a new round of calls came that she realized that this person should be the one in the middle of the group of people who came to see her during the day.
It's so rude to call someone frantically at two in the morning.
Song Youning pressed the power off button neatly, and the world returned to peace.
She curled up in the quilt and fell into a deep sleep.
As for the group of people waiting for her to pay, well... just wait.
In the morning, Song Youning was still woken up by the manual alarm clock Ji Siyun. He came out of the bedroom yawning, and a steaming breakfast was already on the table.
I don’t know where Ji Siyun gets so much energy. He goes to bed later than her and gets up earlier than her.
And she is very virtuous!
After moving in, he never called me aunt once. He kept the apartment clean and cooked three different meals a day.
Such a hardworking Mr. Snail made Song Youning, who had no psychological burden to complete the torture task, increasingly at a loss as to how to start.
"Don't cook for the next few days, your hands..." Ji Siyun brought the porridge to Song Youning, and she stared at his hands and said.
"It's okay." Ji Siyun raised his hand. The gauze wrapped around his hand last night had been removed, and a scab had formed on the wound. "My skin is thick, so it doesn't hurt anymore."
Young people recover quickly.
Song Youning considers himself a capitalist with a conscience: "I haven't cooked for a few days, so I just ordered takeout for a change of pace."
Ji Siyun's pupils were very dark in color, and at this moment his eyes drooped, his gaze dimming instantly.
He pursed his lips, his whole body was hit hard, so frustrated that he didn't even dare to look her in the eye. He lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "Miss, do you think my cooking is not delicious?"
The aggrieved Ji Xiaogou was a little cute. Song Youning cleared his throat and said, "That's not what I meant."
"I just think your hand isn't healed yet."
She recalled the hands she saw last night when she applied medicine to Ji Siyun. They were rough and dry, with calluses on the palms from farm work, and the joints were thick from frequent use of force.
The weather was already very cold, and Song Youning noticed that his fingers were slightly swollen.
Song Youning asked, "Have you ever had frostbite on your hands?"
Ji Siyun's body froze for a moment, and he nodded silently.
Song's parents paid for his tuition but never cared about his life. And Miss Song... Miss Song only tortured him. To make ends meet, he took on many part-time jobs, and dishwashers were the ones he worked the most, as they paid him the same day.
The water is very cold in winter, and after washing the pile of dishes, his hands were already numb from the cold.
"Don't touch the cold water." Song Youning tried to make his voice a little colder, "It's not like I can't afford to hire an aunt."
Ji Siyun raised his head abruptly and said quickly, "No, Miss."
He rarely spoke to her in such a voice, and this was the first time he rejected her words.
Song Youning was a little surprised for a moment, his almond eyes widened, and he looked at him in astonishment.
When Ji Siyun saw her reaction, he immediately realized that he was too hasty, but he didn't want anyone to disturb him and the eldest lady.
He walked up to her, squatted beside her, carefully pulled the corner of Song Youning's clothes, raised his face, and still had that pitiful and aggrieved tone.
"I can do it."
The young man's pretty and feminine face was full of sincerity, and his dark eyes looked at Song Youning pleadingly.
"Besides this, there's nothing I can do for you, Miss."
He had nothing, even the clothes he wore were bought by her. He only had a lowly body and a filthy soul.
"Didn't you say that you called me here so that I could serve you?"
When the word "serve" came out, Song Youning's expression became a little stiff, but when she saw Ji Siyun's expression was normal, she seemed not to understand the other meaning of this word.
"Don't call anyone else." Ji Siyun looked at her dark eyes covered with a layer of mist, wet and black.
"Did I serve you too well?"
"I'll change it."
"I am very smart and studious. I will learn how to serve the young lady."
Shut up, shut up!
Song Youning covered his mouth which kept saying things that could cause misunderstanding.
"I see."
Song Youning kept repeating to himself: Nineteen years old! He was only nineteen years old!
"I won't call anyone over." She took a deep breath and said to Ji Siyun seriously.
"Don't say those words anymore."
Ji Siyun stared at her with his dark eyes. His lips, which were covered by her, opened slightly, and his soft lips brushed against her, bringing a slight itch.
A muffled male voice came from her palm.
"Why?"
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