Meng Zhao's smile deepened. "Shen Qinghe, you injured your shoulder, not your head. Can't you even figure that out?"
Shen Qinghe felt his heart pounding like a drum, making his eardrums buzz, yet he felt dizzy as if he were walking on clouds. His voice trembled as he unconsciously shook his head, "I don't understand, I really don't understand." His eyes stubbornly followed hers, "Please tell me?"
Seeing his expression, Meng Zhao finally stopped joking and said solemnly, "Okay, I'll tell you, the reason I kissed you just now is because... I like you."
"Isn't it because I'm bored?" Shen Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.
Hearing this, Meng Zhao couldn't help but roll her eyes and gently poked his forehead with her fingertip: "Are you stupid? I have so many things to do every day to take care of you, how can I have time to be bored? Besides, there are so many people outside, if I were bored, why wouldn't I kiss someone else instead of you?"
Shen Qinghe pursed her lips, a hint of vulnerability rising in her eyes, "Then...is it because I'm injured, and you're just pitying me?"
These words left Meng Zhao speechless for a moment. She paused, unable to say anything in denial. After all, if she hadn't seen Shen Qinghe's pale face and weak appearance these past few days, which was so heartbreaking, she probably wouldn't have confessed her feelings so soon.
Shen Qing keenly noticed Meng Zhao's hesitation, and his heart felt as if it had been pricked by something, a slight sourness rising up. But this slight sting was fleeting, quickly dispelled by the overwhelming joy. He suddenly realized that, for whatever reason, Meng Zhao was indeed standing in front of him at this moment, and had personally said the words "I like you".
The realization that Meng Zhao liked him exploded in his mind like a thunderclap, making him tremble all over. From then on, he no longer had to gaze longingly from behind the courtyard wall, no longer had to watch her chatting and laughing with others without even having the courage to interrupt. He could stand openly by her side and spend year after year with her.
The thought was so wonderful that it almost suffocated him, leaving him gasping for breath.
"Hey! Shen Qinghe!" Meng Zhao was quite frightened by his appearance. She had only wanted to cheer him up because he seemed depressed, but she never expected him to be so agitated that he looked like he was about to faint.
She frantically tried to pat him on the back, her voice trembling, "Calm down! I'm telling you, I just want to make you happy, not cause a tragedy. If anything happens to you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Shen Qinghe suddenly laughed out loud. He pulled Meng Zhao into his arms with a strong pull, his voice hoarse, "Don't worry, I finally got what I wanted. How could I bear to leave like this? I want to live for a long, long time, long enough to grow old with you."
Meng Zhao was suddenly pulled by him, and her whole body leaned forward uncontrollably. She subconsciously wanted to support herself, but was afraid of touching his injury, so she hurriedly used her hands to brace herself on both sides of the bed to stabilize herself. When she raised her head, she saw that Shen Qinghe's eyes and eyebrows were full of smiles, and even his pale lips had a bit of color. He seemed to have been injected with vitality.
"I like you, and that makes you this happy?" Meng Zhao simply stopped getting up and just stared at him up close.
Shen Qinghe nodded vigorously, a few low laughs escaping his throat, "Happy, even happier than the day I became the top scholar in the imperial examination."
Meng Zhao stared at him blankly. The man who had been sickly just moments before seemed like a completely different person now, with a face as radiant as a spring breeze. His eyes, in particular, were bright and sparkling, and he was incredibly beautiful. Her heart warmed, and she was about to tell herself to restrain herself when she thought that since he was hers anyway, she could do whatever she wanted. So she simply leaned down again.
Shen Qinghe noticed her movement and immediately closed his eyes obediently. He could feel her soft lips gently brushing against his eyelashes. The touch was fleeting, so quick that he felt reluctant to let it go. He subconsciously raised his hand, his fingertips hooking Meng Zhao's sleeve and gently tugging at it. He tilted his head up, wanting to kiss her back.
Just as their lips were about to touch, a soft hand suddenly pressed against his lips. Shen Qing was somewhat bewildered, only to see Meng Zhao straighten up slightly, her eyes showing a hint of resistance: "No."
The light in Shen Qinghe's eyes dimmed instantly, and his eyes reddened at a visible speed. He stared at Meng Zhao in disbelief. Could it be that all that tenderness just now was just a beautiful dream he had imagined while he was sick?
"Oh dear, please don't," Meng Zhao said, quickly cupping his face in her hands as she saw him like this. "You have no idea how much medicine you've been taking these past few days. Your mouth must taste like medicine. How can you bear to make me suffer with you?"
Shen Qinghe suddenly realized what was going on and hurriedly grabbed her wrist: "Then I won't take the medicine tomorrow!"
"Nonsense!" Meng Zhao immediately straightened his face. "How can you get better if you don't take your medicine? Do you want to stay in bed forever?"
"I can get better without taking medicine," Shen Qinghe muttered stubbornly.
Seeing his childish behavior, Meng Zhao was both amused and annoyed. But seeing the undisguised joy in his eyes, her heart softened again. She leaned down and gently touched the tip of his nose. "Be good, take your medicine properly. When you get better, I might give you a chance... to do whatever you want, okay?"
Shen Qinghe's gaze immediately locked onto her rosy lips, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily, and he replied in a low, hoarse voice, "Okay."
Meng Zhao was slightly taken aback, thinking that this person was thinking too shallowly. She was twenty-two years old this year, and her body was fully developed. In addition, she had read a lot of idle books in her daily life, so naturally she had thoughts about that kind of thing.
Seeing Shen Qinghe's expression, as if a kiss would be enough, she naturally wouldn't point it out, only sighing inwardly, "What a fool."
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