"Just what?" Huo Tingxiao guided her to speak little by little.
"I'm a little afraid of you."
Wen Xingyue couldn't hold back any longer. The struggle she had just gone through had really put her in a difficult position. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and finally spoke.
Huo Tingxiao tightened his grip on her hand.
Why are you afraid of me?
Huo Tingxiao frowned, convinced that he hadn't done anything bad to her, nor had he ever been mean to her; it was all her fault for blaming him.
"Because when you kiss me, your eyes are fixed on me, which makes me a little scared, like a wolf about to eat a rabbit."
Having already said it, Wen Xingyue continued.
"..." Huo Tingxiao smiled helplessly, squeezed her hand, and pulled her onto his lap.
Wen Xingyue subconsciously tried to stand up, but Huo Tingxiao held her waist and grabbed one of her hands, pressing it onto his abdominal muscles. Wen Xingyue stopped struggling.
His hands were touching everything.
Huo Tingxiao let her touch him. At night, she would sleep next to him, her hand always resting on his abdomen, touching him here and there.
"Xingyue," he called her name.
"Mm," Wen Xingyue replied.
"Xingyue, we are husband and wife, we are a married couple, we have a marriage certificate."
Huo Tingxiao placed his large hand on her waist, pulling her closer to him. He looked down at her tenderly.
"I know," Wen Xingyue said, touching Huo Tingxiao's abs with obvious affection.
It's lumpy and feels really nice to touch.
Although Huo Tingxiao's legs were crippled and he couldn't move, he didn't forget to exercise. When he was bored at home, he would lift weights and do pull-ups.
In particular, she discovered that she liked her abs, so she insisted on exercising every day, and her abs did not disappear.
"So, it's normal for anything to happen between us, even kissing. You are my wife, I am your husband, and we are going to spend our lives together. Spending our lives together means that from birth to death, until the end of our lives, we will be together."
Huo Tingxiao spoke to her slowly and deliberately.
...
"Huo Tingxiao, quick, sit down, I'll give you a massage."
Upon entering the room, Wen Xingyue beckoned to Huo Tingxiao. After learning massage from Wen Xingyue, she would massage Huo Tingxiao's legs every night before going to sleep.
Huo Tingxiao sat on the bed, and Wen Xingyue also sat cross-legged on the bed. She lifted Huo Tingxiao's pants up to his knees.
The book on acupuncture points was placed opposite her.
If she encounters a place she doesn't remember, she'll peek over to take a look.
Huo Tingxiao leaned against the bedside table. The room was dimly lit. His legs were stretched out on the bed. His wife first warmed the prepared ointment in her palms and then placed it on his knees.
Even though I can barely feel anything in my legs, they inexplicably feel hot.
Wen Xingyue's fair, delicate hands rested on her pale knees; her hands were even whiter than her legs.
"How about I do it myself?"
Even after two days of massages from Wen Xingyue, Huo Tingxiao still wasn't quite used to it.
I should be the one taking care of her, but now I'm making her worry about me.
"Huo Tingxiao, sit still and don't move. Didn't you say we're husband and wife? It's only right that I massage you."
Wen Xingyue dutifully warmed his knees and patted his hand as he bent over to massage them himself.
Huo Tingxiao pursed his lips.
Feeling that his knees were getting warm, Wen Xingyue glanced at the book and gently massaged them with her hands.
Huo Tingxiao's legs hadn't been used for a long time and were a bit stiff; they felt stiff when pressed.
It took Wen Xingyue two days of massage for it to soften a little.
"Huo Tingxiao, do you believe me?"
The massage took a while, and the room was very quiet, so Wen Xingyue made conversation on her own.
"I believe you." She didn't say what she believed in her, but Huo Tingxiao knew.
"Huo Tingxiao, I will definitely work hard to learn from my master and I will definitely do my best to cure you."
He believed in himself, and Wen Xingyue was delighted to hear that.
To be honest, this was her first time studying medicine, and she didn't really trust herself. Although her master kept telling her that she was born to study medicine, her first patient was Huo Tingxiao, and Wen Xingyue felt a little timid.
I'm afraid I'll make things worse for him.
...
Each leg needs to be massaged for at least fifteen minutes. Wen Xingyue's stamina isn't very good, and her hands get sore after massaging for a long time.
After massaging both knees, Wen Xingyue shook her sore wrists.
"I'm too weak and not very strong. If I were stronger, I could massage Huo Tingxiao for longer."
Wen Xingyue pulled Huo Tingxiao's trouser legs down, still somewhat dejected.
She was pampered since childhood and had never done any work, so she wasn't very strong.
She could only massage Huo Tingxiao for half an hour at a time, which was already her limit.
"Thank you for your hard work, Madam."
Huo Tingxiao listened to her words, took both of her hands, and massaged her wrists and palms with moderate force, his eyes showing heartache.
It's his fault; he's making his young wife worry about him.
"Huo Tingxiao, I will work hard to strengthen my hand muscles, and after a while I will be able to massage you for longer."
Wen Xingyue felt very comfortable as her sore wrists were massaged.
"No rush, 15 minutes is enough."
Huo Tingxiao massaged her wrist.
Massaging your legs for a while each day is enough. Massaging them for a longer time can speed up blood circulation, allowing you to receive acupuncture more quickly.
A shorter massage time just means it will take a few more days.
His leg has been useless for so long, so a few days earlier or later wouldn't make a difference.
Don't tire her out.
...
"Go to sleep. I'll ask Aunt Wang to cook you some wontons tomorrow morning. You can eat them when you wake up tomorrow."
Lying in bed, Huo Tingxiao looked at the person beside him who was staring at him and wouldn't sleep, and gently rubbed her head.
"Um."
The room was filled with the hum of a fan. Wen Xingyue was covered with a pink blanket, with one corner draped over Huo Tingxiao.
This grown man was moved around in the room by Wen Xingyue like a snail, carrying all the things from upstairs down.
Today I'll move a small pillow, tomorrow I'll move a small blanket.
I'll move a small lace-trimmed mat the day after tomorrow.
Little by little, the downstairs room was filled with pink.
Huo Tingxiao let her occupy his second room as well.
Wen Xingyue was indeed sleepy. She snuggled up to Huo Tingxiao, wrapped her arms around his waist, rested her head on his arm, yawned sleepily, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.
The room was quiet, with only the sound of the fan braking and the croaking of frogs coming in from outside the window.
Huo Tingxiao tucked the pink blanket around her.
She has a bad sleeping posture and always kicks off the blankets at night. After kicking them off, she feels cold and keeps trying to burrow closer to him, but she just doesn't think of finding a blanket to keep warm by leaning against him.
Although I'd be happy to be her heater, she can only keep warm on one side while the other side gets cold, so I have to cover her with a blanket.
Huo Tingxiao gazed quietly at her sleeping face for an unknown amount of time before lowering his head and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Good night, madam.
A quiet murmur.
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