She clenched her fists.
However, the little fox fairy cannot get angry, lest she develop crow's feet.
Hold it in, don't get angry.
She owed him her life; she'll deal with his bad temper slowly after she's healed.
Tang Yaoyao's lively fox-like eyes curved into two small crescent moons, her delicate lips slightly upturned, and she walked in with a generous air: "Unfortunately, my comprehension skills are really a bit lacking."
Xiao Jinhan frowned slightly, his eyes deep and cold.
Tang Yaoyao didn't give him a chance to continue speaking, and looked at Jiang Ci: "Where's the first-aid kit?"
"She's in the bedroom." Jiang Ci finally breathed a sigh of relief. After all, given Miss Tang's personality, she might really just leave.
Tang Yaoyao said lazily, "Get out, and close the door behind you."
Jiang Ci: "..."
What a domineering yet alluring look...
He could only do as instructed, and as he stepped back, he didn't dare to look at Master Xiao's eyes for even a second.
After the room was closed, Tang Yaoyao walked over to him and sat down on his bedside.
Xiao Jinhan, who was cold and aloof just moments before, seemed to have softened his icy demeanor.
It seems he was really very ill and didn't have the energy to treat her coldly anymore.
Tang Yaoyao reached out, intending to place the back of her hand on his forehead to check his temperature, but he turned his head away and dodged.
Tang Yaoyao was about to get angry, but looking at that slightly pale face, she took a deep breath.
It was only in that instant that I noticed his thin lips had lost their color. At this moment, he had lost his usual aloofness and looked like a pitiful little thing who had been chilled to death in the cold wind all night.
She must have just taken a bath; the unique cool fragrance on her body, mixed with the clear scent of orchids and musk, was very distinct. Her light-colored hair was soft and had an indescribable gentle warmth.
Feeling a surge of excitement, Tang Yaoyao lazily curved her red lips into a smile, her eyes lowered with interest, looking every bit the sly female rogue: "Why is Brother Xiao avoiding me, hmm?"
Xiao Jinhan: "..."
He gestured to her with his eyes, signaling her not to play with fire.
Hey!
Tang Yaoyao's smile grew even more alluring. She loved seeing people want to kill her but were powerless to do anything about it.
She stretched out her slender fingers, raised an eyebrow, and gave a wicked smile: "Brother Xiao, are you afraid my hands aren't warm enough?"
"Miss Tang, please have some self-respect."
here we go again!
What she hates most is self-respect.
"Brother Xiao's flirtatious banter is getting more and more interesting. I'm not a chubby little guy, why should I feel heavy?"
Xiao Jinhan's Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes, hidden in a deep and unfathomable light, gleamed.
"Since Brother Xiao thinks my hands are cold, shall I warm them up?"
After saying that, she slipped her two soft little hands under the quilt, her eyes mischievous, and with a swift movement, placed them directly on his stomach: "It's good that men with high fevers can warm your hands."
Xiao Jinhan: "..."
Seeing his expression twist, yet unable to utter a word, Tang Yaoyao slowly curved her lips into a smile.
Slowly, her smile froze on her face; even through his pajamas, she could feel his burning body.
Tang Yaoyao's eyes darkened slightly, and her voice was very serious: "Xiao Laosi, you're a grown man, don't be difficult with me. Your body is your own, I'm just treating your illness, not forcing you."
Although, at this moment, her appearance suggests signs of coercion.
Xiao Jinhan's sexy Adam's apple bobbed for a moment, and his gaze towards her softened slightly.
Tang Yaoyao then withdrew her hand. She noticed that he swallowed several times, walked to the coffee table, poured a cup of hot water and handed it to him: "You have a high fever right now, so you need to drink more hot water to prevent dehydration."
“…Thank you,” Xiao Jinhan said calmly.
Tang Yaoyao was slightly stunned, somewhat surprised that this guy could actually say those two words...
Xiao Jinhan looked away, coughed lightly, and after drinking some water, his throat seemed much better. He parted his lips, his voice as clear as fine wine: "Miss Tang, please begin."
Tang Yaoyao pouted: "Then you can't hide anymore."
Xiao Jinhan remained silent.
Tang Yaoyao's eyes flashed with a hint of wickedness again: "Brother Xiao, you seem so easy to push over these days. If you keep hiding, it seems you won't be able to do anything about it if I want to."
She thought he would give her another cold retort, but to her surprise, he suddenly looked at her.
Their eyes met, and his dark chestnut pupils were very deep.
Tang Yaoyao felt that a hint of danger seemed to flash in his eyes for a moment, but it disappeared in an instant.
What are you looking at me for?
Xiao Jinhan moved his lips, his body already weak from illness, his voice low and languid: "You're noisy."
Tang Yaoyao instantly thought of the first time he said those three words to her, and suddenly felt her lips burning.
She looked away somewhat flusteredly: "You're a patient, yet you talk too much."
Xiao Jinhan didn't speak. He closed his eyes and leaned against the bed, looking really tired.
Tang Yaoyao guessed that the high fever was caused by her injured left arm.
She had forgotten who the man lying there was; at this moment, he was just a doctor trying to ease the patient's pain. Her voice softened unconsciously: "Don't move. I'll remove the bandages and take a look at your arm. It will hurt a little, but bear with it."
Xiao Jinhan slightly opened his eyes, and when he looked at him, his eyes were hazy and deep.
This seemed to be the first time he had ever seen her like this.
Suddenly, a pain shot through him, and he frowned slightly.
She looked intently at the injury and whispered, "Don't move."
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw that his injured area was swollen and bruised, just as she had guessed.
Tang Yaoyao frowned, and suddenly, a complex feeling welled up in her heart. This injury was left for her, and it would have lasting effects in the future.
The displeasure she felt at being turned away by him gradually dissipated.
Xiao Jinhan's deep voice came through: "Is it serious?"
Tang Yaoyao replied to him, "Xiao Laosi, if that blow had landed on your head instead of your hand, I might have had to keep vigil for you for three years."
Xiao Jinhan: "..."
"I'll apply some medicine to it and then wrap it with a splint. Just bear with the pain."
Xiao Jinhan: "Okay."
Tang Yaoyao applied anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving ointment to his skin. She was very focused, and her hands were very nimble, rubbing the ointment into his skin with varying pressure.
He remained silent for a long time. Tang Yaoyao didn't hear his voice, so she pursed her lips and said, "If it hurts, you have to tell me."
Xiao Jinhan: "Mm."
Tang Yaoyao asked patiently.
After gently massaging it for a while, I said, "I'll keep massaging it until the swelling goes down. If you get tired, just go to sleep."
Aren't you going back?
"You can leave tomorrow. Go to sleep."
"good."
Tang Yaoyao didn't even look at him, focusing on reducing his swelling and relieving his pain. This massage not only used up most of a bottle of ointment, but also took almost an hour.
The room was quiet; she thought Xiao Lao Si must be asleep.
She was very tired and her back ached. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the redness and swelling on his arm had almost subsided.
She looked up, wanting to feel the temperature of his forehead.
In that instant, she gazed into his eyes, which were like the stars of the universe, colorful and deep, tinged with a thin layer of blue mist, causing her heart to skip a beat for no apparent reason.
He's still awake?
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