Chapter 1226 I'll Break Down Along with My Sister 4
Under his persistent gaze, Song Jinhuan repeated, "Please help me roll up my sleeves."
"Okay, sister."
World-weariness index: 95.
He rolled up her sleeves to her wrists, then grasped her calves, placed them on his bent knees, and rolled up the trouser leg that was bunched up at her ankles.
World-weariness index: 94.
Song Jinhuan's verification yielded the desired result: one of the reasons for Li Yan's world-weariness was likely that he felt unwanted.
He feels satisfied every time he is needed.
Even if it's just a small thing.
And he himself has been conveying this message from the very beginning.
The deeper meaning behind "My name is Li Yan" is that you should remember to call him if needed.
Having figured this out, Song Jinhuan was no longer as confused as a headless fly, and felt much more relaxed.
She wiggled her toes and said softly, "I don't have shoes."
Li Yan stared at those fair and tender feet, the insteps slightly arched, and fine blood vessels could be seen through the thin skin.
He paused for a moment, then took two steps back, where a pair of black slippers were prominently displayed on the ground.
He bent down to change the direction of her slippers, then looked up at her and said, "Put them on properly."
Song Jinhuan smiled slightly. "Thank you."
Then, without any hesitation, he stuck his foot in.
World-weariness index: 95.
I understand. Li Yan doesn't like hearing "thank you."
A bell rang outside the door.
Song Jinhuan instinctively burrowed into the blanket, throwing off the shoes she had just put on.
Li Yan watched this scene quietly, and only left the bedroom after she was completely hidden under the covers.
When he returned, he was carrying two large bags of things.
The girl remained motionless, like an ostrich.
Li Yan walked to the other side, lifted the blanket a little, and saw his clear black and white eyes darting around nervously.
Song Jinhuan didn't know why, but upon hearing the noise, she instinctively wanted to hide and not be discovered.
Li Yan reassured her expressionlessly, "Sister, don't be afraid."
The porcelain-white face tentatively peeked out a little, listened for a while, and only pulled off the blanket when it heard no unfamiliar sounds.
While straightening her messy hair, she said, "I'm not afraid."
Li Yan echoed earnestly, "Yes, sister isn't afraid."
Song Jinhuan's cheeks flushed for no reason. She felt that the other person had seen through everything, but still cooperated to protect her face.
The bag contained daily necessities.
Li Yan placed them one by one in the bathroom, adding a few splashes of color to the otherwise dull and monotonous items.
Song Jinhuan followed behind him and knew that the portion was specially bought for her.
Each time he took out something, the girl's eyes would light up, and she would excitedly say, "I like this one."
"I like this one too."
"Wow, this color is so beautiful!"
Li Yan glanced at the light green toothbrush cup. "Sister likes green."
Song Jinhuan nodded vigorously, "Mmm!"
Li Yan's eyes flickered slightly, and she silently continued fiddling with the things until both bags were empty before saying, "Sister, please wash up first."
Song Jinhuan obediently walked to the washbasin and looked at Li Yan behind her in the mirror.
A deep, magnetic voice came from behind, "Sister, what would you like to eat?"
The girl blinked at his reflection in the mirror, "Anything is fine."
Li Yan responded with an "okay," avoided her gaze, and walked outside.
The sound of rushing water filled the air.
Song Jinhuan picked up the green toothbrush cup, habitually rinsed it under the tap, and then filled it with water.
However, as the water flowed through her fingers, a tingling sensation spread through her palm to her arm with lightning speed, and she froze, unable to move.
An overwhelming panic gripped Song Jinhuan, and she cried out in terror, "Li Yan!!!"
Li Yan, who hadn't gone far, quickly appeared, her voice calm: "Sister, I'm here."
The girl looked at him in a panic, her downturned lips revealing her pitiful state, and said helplessly, "My hand... I can't move it."
Li Yan quickly walked to her side, turned on the tap, grabbed her wrist, and covered the wet area with a towel, saying with an ambiguous tone, "Sister, you can't get wet..."
"It's okay, I'll take care of it from now on."
World-weariness index: 90.
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