Turning around and meeting his eyes, which looked like those of a frightened young animal, Meng Zhao's heart softened instantly, and her tone unconsciously softened: "I'll go get you some food and then ask the doctor to come and take a look. You..." She paused, and then, as if possessed, added, "Be good."
The coaxing tone made Shen Qinghe pause for a moment. His tense fingers gradually relaxed. Watching Meng Zhao's departing figure, he inexplicably felt the dull pain in his chest lessen, and instead felt a long-lost sense of peace.
Shen Qinghe's injuries were extremely severe. Upon hearing that he had woken up, the doctor quickly arrived. After taking his pulse, the old doctor stroked his beard with a broad smile: "Good, good, good! Young people have a good constitution. He is recovering much faster than I expected! At this rate, he will be able to get out of bed and walk around in less than half a month."
When changing the dressing, seeing a thin scab on the wound, I nodded repeatedly: "This scab is beautifully formed! Remember to avoid certain foods during this period, and avoid greasy or irritating foods to prevent affecting the healing of the wound."
After listening, Shen Qinghe suddenly asked, "Doctor, will my injury leave a scar?"
The old doctor paused, looking up in surprise. The young man had only frowned slightly when the dressing was being changed, despite the pain, but now he was concerned about whether it would leave a scar. He hesitated and said, "This wound is too deep, so a scar is probably unavoidable. However, if it is properly cared for, the scar will be lighter in color."
After changing the dressing, Meng Zhao saw the doctor out. When she returned, she saw Shen Qinghe slumped on the bed, looking listless.
Meng Zhao found it amusing and reassured him, "Don't worry, Treasure Pavilion has many scar removal secrets, and we'll use them on you one by one."
Shen Qinghe remained sullen. He wasn't afraid of scars; he was afraid that Meng Zhao would stop liking him if he got a scar. But then he thought about it and realized how ridiculous he was. Meng Zhao didn't like him anyway, so what difference would it make if he had a scar?
People who are sick are always particularly sensitive. These thoughts churned in his mind, making his expression even more gloomy.
Looking at him like this, Meng Zhao sighed softly, then suddenly leaned forward, her black hair falling down, and placed a gentle kiss on his bandaged wound.
Shen Qinghe was jolted, instantly stiffening. It was as if a thread in his mind had suddenly snapped. After a long while, he finally managed to find his voice: "What... what are you doing?"
Meng Zhao said casually, "I'll kiss you."
"Why did you kiss me?" Shen Qinghe's voice trembled slightly.
"Of course I can kiss you whenever I want."
"Why do you want to kiss me?" he asked impatiently, wanting to know if it was the reason he wanted.
Meng Zhao looked up and glanced at him with a half-smile, "Maybe it's because I've been taking care of you here for so many days, and you don't even have a book. You must be a little bored."
Shen Qinghe suddenly felt extremely wronged, her pale lips pressed into a thin line: "Does being bored give you the right to kiss me?"
Meng Zhao suddenly stopped smiling and gently lifted his chin with her fingertips. "What? Who was it that said with red eyes that I could do whatever I wanted back then? Now, after just one kiss, you're so aggrieved?"
Shen Qinghe's heart ached. He had said those words, but what he wanted was never Meng Zhao's teasing when she was bored. He wanted her genuine affection.
Everyone has a quirky sense of humor, and Meng Zhao was no exception. Just now, seeing him looking so pitiful and easy to bully, she couldn't help but want to tease him. But now, seeing his slightly red eyes and tightly pursed lips, clearly full of grievances yet stubbornly holding back, her heart softened a little, and she even felt a little reluctant.
Her eyes flickered slightly, and she suddenly leaned forward, giving him a light peck on the lips, a fleeting touch like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Shen Qinghe suddenly opened his eyes wide, his beautiful eyes seeming to be filled with tears as he stared straight at her, his voice low and husky: "Is this... also because of boredom?"
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