A warm and soft touch came from his lips on my forehead.
Zhu Qianying suddenly opened her eyes, because she was afraid that if she pretended to be asleep again, his lips would move from her forehead to another place.
Since the "first family day," Zhu Qianying's wariness of Yan Shao has increased many times over, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
This defensiveness was less a deliberate act by Zhu Qianying and more an unconscious, physical instinct.
Like a bird startled by the sound of a bow, upon hearing the bow, the body always acts before all other senses, naturally choosing to flee.
Yan Shao seemed surprised that she would suddenly open her eyes. He paused for a moment, moved slightly away, and smiled at her gently and apologetically.
Did I wake you up?
Zhu Qianying responded with an "Mmm".
Her directness and bluntness made even someone as thick-skinned as Yan Shao feel a little embarrassed. He coughed twice, but his hand remained on her face, showing no intention of withdrawing it.
"Does your wound hurt?" Yan Shao gently stroked her face. The gesture, coupled with his tender and saccharine tone, was full of romantic allure.
His deep eyes were filled with intense tenderness and love, but Zhu Qianying was not fortunate enough to receive such affection and tenderness.
"Hmm..." Zhu Qianying responded indifferently as usual.
She's not that dramatic; it would be a lie to say that a wound like that doesn't hurt.
She told Zizai that it didn't hurt because she didn't want the little guy to worry.
She didn't need to consider Yan Shao's feelings. Let him worry if he wants; it's none of her business.
Just like back then, to him, it was none of his business if she wanted to leave.
Zhu Qianying felt that she was becoming more and more wicked. Could it be that the feeling of taking revenge on him with her own pain was really so enjoyable?
The truth is, it felt really good!
Because when she saw him frown at her affirmative response, a surge of pleasure welled up in her heart again.
She probably hated him even more than she thought!
Even if she couldn't make him feel the same heart-wrenching pain she had experienced back then, the pain she felt now was better than nothing!
At this moment, Zhu Qianying was only immersed in the pleasure of revenge, completely ignoring a fact.
That is, she could no longer ignore Yan Shao's existence, and she could no longer remain indifferent to his joys, sorrows, love, and hate.
Whether you love him, hate him, or deliberately seek revenge on him.
She had actually already, without even realizing it, given him a response.
It's like a leg that's been paralyzed for years, with all the sensory nerves completely numb or even dead. Not only can it not move, but it also can't feel any pain.
And when one day, you can feel pain when you pinch this leg, it means that it has begun to have the possibility of recovery and a turning point.
"What would you like to eat? I'll have Uncle Hai have someone prepare it."
Yan Shao seemed oblivious to her change of heart, and gently touched her forehead, asking softly.
Zhu Qianying glanced at him and shook her head, "I want to sleep!"
Yan Shao hummed in agreement, lowered his eyes, carefully tucked the blanket around her, and gently touched her face. "Go to sleep!"
Zhu Qianying watched him get up and leave before she closed her eyes in peace.
After the initial thrill of revenge fades, a profound sense of powerlessness, both physically and mentally exhausted, follows.
Indeed, hatred is not much easier than love.
As Zhu Qianying thought this, her consciousness gradually became blurred.
In her hazy state, she seemed to hear a faint sound, but the atmosphere around her was still reassuring. So she only became slightly alert, without even opening her eyes to check, and then fell into a deep sleep.
She didn't sleep well, probably because of the pain in her hand.
In a half-dream state, she vaguely saw herself at four or five years old, tripped by one of her older sisters, and tumbling down the stairs to the ground. Fortunately, she had already learned to protect herself in that treacherous home. As she rolled down, she tried to curl up into a ball and held her head tightly with her hands.
She was lucky; although her hands and feet were scraped and torn, her bones and muscles were not injured.
Aside from the servants, there seemed to be no adults in the house. But the servants always ignored her and her sister. Meanwhile, her mother was in the kitchen, busy preparing something delicious—not for her, but for her father.
She endured the pain and ran to the storage room, where she skillfully found the first-aid kit, carried it back to her room, and treated her wounds herself.
"Sister, does it hurt?"
Her two- or three-year-old sister squatted beside her, hugging her knees, tears welling in her eyes, and asked her in a trembling voice.
"Xiaoyu, it doesn't hurt, sister!"
At four or five years old, Zhu Qianying already knew that being born into such a family meant that even pain was a luxury!
Because she knew that even if she cried out in pain, no one would care, and no one would be saddened or upset by her pain.
Except for my little sister, Xiaoyu!
But how old is Xiaoyu? The little girl can't even protect herself, let alone her older sister.
"Mommy hurts!"
The scene suddenly switched to a sad and sorrowful look on Vic Chou's face.
"Baby, Mommy doesn't hurt!"
Seeing her son's tearful and sorrowful appearance, just like her sister's when she was little, how could she say anything even though she was in pain?
...
Haunted by nightmares, Zhu Qianying unconsciously turned over, accidentally pulling at the wound on her arm. In her sleep, she hissed.
"Ying'er, what's wrong?"
A worried voice suddenly entered her ears. At that moment, she couldn't tell if she was dreaming or in reality. She simply responded honestly.
"It hurts! It hurts so much!"
Yan Han's eyes were full of worry and tenderness. Even though his heart was breaking and he wished he could suffer in her place, there was nothing he could do to help her.
He could only frown and carefully restore her to a supine position.
Seeing her brows furrowed and her body seemingly tense, Young Master Yan called out softly again.
"Ying'er?"
Zhu Qianying lay there with her eyes tightly closed, not responding to him. It seemed that she hadn't actually woken up, but was in so much pain that she couldn't help but cry out in her sleep.
Yan Shao sat down on the edge of the bed. Zhu Qianying, who had resumed her supine sleeping position, remained motionless, but her tightly furrowed brows never relaxed.
Looking at her like this, his heart felt as if it were blocked by cement, suffocating him.
He reached out and touched her forehead to make sure there was no abnormal high temperature, then got up, picked up the phone, and went out of the room to make a call in the hallway.
"Send some strong painkillers over immediately!"
The call was to the Yan family's family doctor, who was also the full-time doctor in Tongjia Village.
"Sir, does your wife want to eat?"
The person on the other end of the phone, being the Yan family's doctor, naturally knew that Zhu Qianying was injured.
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