Zhu Qianying was awakened by the rumbling of her stomach, or more precisely, by hunger.
I opened my eyes and looked around in the dim light of the night lamp, my mind slowly starting to function again.
She remembered injuring her arm while protecting Zizai, and how Yan Shao had taken her back to the Yan family home and settled her in a guest room.
Then, she vaguely remembered that she hadn't slept well, as if those dark memories from the past had seeped into her dreams again.
Strangely, if she had such a dream in the past, she would usually wake up in pain, even if it was just a memory of pain. But after waking up, the pain would linger as if it were real.
Those were nightmares she had never told anyone about.
But when I woke up this time, I felt refreshed all over. It was like I had slept until I naturally woke up, and I was fully rejuvenated, both physically and mentally.
As for my injured arm, it still hurts a little, but it's much less so than when I was in the hospital.
Zhu Qianying used her uninjured arm to prop herself up on the bed and looked at the time indicated by the wall clock. It was almost eight o'clock. No wonder she woke up hungry.
I ate my last meal on the plane, and it's been almost ten hours now. How could I not be hungry?
Zhu Qianying lifted the covers, preparing to wash up and then go downstairs to find something to eat.
The door opened at that moment, and a tall figure stood in the doorway. It was immediately clear that it was Young Master Yan.
Yan Shao tiptoed in, and only after his eyes adjusted to the light in the room did he see Zhu Qianying sitting on the edge of the bed.
"woke up?"
His long arm immediately touched the switch on the wall, and with a "click," the room was instantly illuminated as if it were daytime.
"Hmm, I woke up because I was hungry!"
Zhu Qianying didn't hide it. Anyway, the fact that she had a big appetite and couldn't stand being hungry had been ridiculed by Young Master Yan a long time ago, so there was no need to hide or correct it now.
"Mom specially made soup and some of your favorite dishes for you. They're still warm, so hurry down and eat."
As Yan Shao spoke, he walked to her side and made a move to help her up.
Zhu Qianying lightly shook her hand, "I'm going to brush my teeth first..."
Yan Shao withdrew his hand and watched her stand up as usual. Her steps toward the washroom were steady and powerful. Ignoring the conspicuous white bandage on her arm, she looked no different from usual.
He seems to be in good spirits and in a good mood.
Does the wound still hurt?
Yan Shao quickly followed, snatched her toothbrush and toothpaste, squeezed them out and handed them to her, and then filled a cup with water and placed it next to her.
"It doesn't hurt much, it's much better than in the hospital."
Zhu Qianying was unaware that Yan Shao had specially asked Du Ting to spray painkillers on her; she simply assumed that the topical medication prescribed by the hospital was effective in relieving pain.
Yan Shao didn't bother mentioning Du Ting either. "Well, ask Mom to help you take a shower later. Make sure the wound doesn't get wet."
Of course, if Zhu Qianying has no objection, he would be very willing to do it for her.
However, such shameless and indecent remarks are not appropriate to be made in this situation.
"Oh..." Zhu Qianying mumbled a response, her mouth full of toothpaste foam.
The towel for washing her face was also wrung out by Yan Shao. Originally, he was going to wash it for her, but after she glared at him, he quickly handed the towel to her.
Although the traffic police classified this incident as a regular traffic accident, Yan Shao still felt responsible. Now, looking at the injured Zhu Qianying, he felt even more guilty and remorseful.
Naturally, he dared not act recklessly towards Zhu Qianying, fearing that if he accidentally offended her, she would pack her bags and move back to the apartment with Zizai in a fit of anger. Then who would he cry to?
After she finished washing her face, Yan Shao obediently took the towel like a maid, washed it clean, wrung it out, and hung it up.
Seeing her pick up the comb, he volunteered, "I'll help you!"
Zhu Qianying glanced at him sideways in the mirror with a half-smile, "You can?"
It wasn't that she looked down on him; squeezing toothpaste and wringing out a towel were things he did every day, so it was naturally no problem for him.
But combing hair isn't as simple as it looks. He's a grown man with no older sisters, no younger sisters, and no daughters or anything. How could he possibly do that?
To be honest, Young Master Yan really doesn't know how.
However, he felt that this matter did not seem too difficult, and most importantly, he did not want to be looked down upon by Zhu Qianying. So, he gritted his teeth and reached out to take the comb.
Zhu Qianying was extremely surprised, "You really know how?"
Yan Shao ignored her and picked up a comb to comb the top of her hair.
Zhu Qianying has always had long, straight black hair, so it wasn't difficult for Yan Shao to simply comb it from the top to the bottom.
However, Zhu Qianying gradually developed an interest in watching the show. Seeing that her long, straight hair had been combed smoothly, she reached out and took the rubber band, then handed it to Yan Shao.
Here! I'll give you a tie!
Young Master Yan was slightly taken aback. "You want this too?"
Zhu Qianying nodded very seriously, "Yes, I usually wear my hair in a ponytail, don't I?"
Yan Shao passively accepted the rubber band. Zhu Qianying found it amusing and raised an eyebrow, asking, "What, you don't know how?"
Yan Shao gritted his teeth, thinking that as the dignified Young Master Yan, how could such a trivial matter as combing a ponytail be difficult for him!
"meeting!"
With a forced smile, Young Master Yan began to devote himself to his great undertaking of combing his ponytail.
Soon, Zhu Qianying regretted it. The saying "harming others will eventually harm oneself" perfectly describes her situation.
Young Master Yan is indeed intelligent, but he is clearly a general with the talent of strategizing and winning battles from afar. Combing hair is a trivial matter for him, which is a waste of his talents, and he seems to be unable to do it.
His posture seemed fine; he held his hair in one hand and slowly combed it with a comb in the other.
Despite being in the correct position, her scalp was being pulled painfully. If it weren't for the fact that she could see her hair still growing safely on her head in the mirror, Zhu Qianying would have thought that her hair had been roughly ripped off by the man, root to root.
"hiss……"
Zhu Qianying had intended to watch the show, but instead, she was in so much pain that she was wincing and gasping for breath.
I originally thought that I should suffer the consequences of my own actions, even if I had to cry.
But later, seeing her beautiful, smooth black hair turned into a tangled mess by the "fierce" magician, Young Master Yan, Zhu Qianying, on the verge of tears, finally couldn't help but speak up to stop him.
"Um... Young Master Yan, actually, I don't have to wear a ponytail!"
Behind her, Yan Shao was still pursing his thin lips, seriously trying to outwit her long hair, but as it turned out, he really didn't have the talent to be a hairdresser!
"Try again..."
But Yan Shao is not one to give up so easily. Even though Zhu Qianying offered him a way out, he stubbornly insisted on continuing.
Zhu Qianying really wanted to cry!
Then, she heard her stomach rumble twice, and Yan Shao obviously heard it too, because his struggle with his hair noticeably paused for a moment.
"Young Master Yan, I'm starving. Never mind, I'm not going to the palace to see the king. It doesn't matter if I look a little disheveled. Just keep my hair neat and tidy like before. No need to comb my hair into a ponytail!"
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