Master 18 (two in one)
He Mian's gaze almost burned a hole in her. She tilted her head and frowned, wondering if there was something wrong with her ears. Why did He Mian suddenly say such a thing?
She had never thought of He Mian in this way. Aren't they friends of revolutionaries?
"Why do you have such an expression?" He Mian smiled helplessly, with a hint of grievance in his tone.
He knew Song Jing probably didn't have any feelings for him yet; she seemed naturally indifferent to things like love. Otherwise, she wouldn't have never been in a relationship in the years they'd known each other. Given her level of intelligence, Song Jing probably didn't even know that a colleague at the same company had a crush on her.
He Mian's thumb rubbed the corner of her eye. "Even if you don't like me, don't make such an expression."
He seemed to be speaking to her in a somewhat coquettish tone. Song Jing opened her mouth but no words came out.
"At least give me a chance to pursue you, okay?" He Mian didn't want to wait any longer.
If he waited any longer, the cat would have lost all nine of its lives. Song Jing might not have gotten the message yet. He thought his gradual approach of persuasion and guidance should have reached this point.
At least, at least now she has no objection to physical contact between two people.
He Mian liked Song Jing very much, and he thought that even if she could give him one tenth of the love she had for Xiao Mian, it would be enough.
What happened in just one night was really beyond Song Jing's ability to react.
Locking her up in the lab for a whole day doing experiments or writing an academic paper wouldn't burn as many brain cells as tonight.
In this day and age, it doesn't matter whether you get married or have children. Besides, Song Jing has never met anyone who makes her feel anything in all her years, so falling in love and finding a partner has long been excluded from her life plan.
Just as her fingertips were awkwardly clicking on the sheets of He Mian's bed, the door of the ward opened. Song Jing looked up at the sound and saw a doctor wearing glasses walking into the ward. He checked He Mian's symptoms after taking the medicine and gave him some advice.
Song Jing sat quietly by the side, squinting her eyes and taking note of the doctor's instructions to He Mian. She tilted her head to glance at the doctor and found that he looked very familiar. Wasn't he the emergency doctor who came to the hospital for a consultation when He Mian had a high fever?
She glanced at He Mian and then at Yu Wenjing.
"Does it hurt a lot?" She lowered her head to look at the wound on He Mian's hand. Because it was bandaged with gauze, she couldn't see the true appearance of the wound. She spoke in a low voice that only the two of them could hear.
"It still hurts a little." He Mian's voice was not loud. Even if his body was in good shape, he could not bear the non-stop work in the past few days. Fortunately, all the problems at hand have been solved, and he should have a very long vacation next.
However, his work as the director of the human department continued.
He frowned, looking a little uncomfortable. The air conditioning in the summer ward was turned up high. Song Jing picked up a corner of the quilt and asked, "Is the air conditioning a bit cold? Do you want to cover yourself with the quilt?"
She looked up at the medicine he was drinking, probably for anti-inflammation, and there was still half of the medicine left in the bottle.
"A little bit." He Mian's eyes never left Song Jing. He hadn't received a reply from Song Jing yet, but she didn't interrupt his desire to pursue her.
Song Jing bent over and covered him with the quilt.
Looking at He Mian's expression, Yu Wenjing couldn't help himself and silently rolled his eyes at He Mian.
He knew that He Mian actually had a very strong self-healing ability, so strong that even such a deep wound would probably not leave a scar. For him, such a flesh wound was just like a human being accidentally cut by a fruit knife while cutting an apple.
As a result, this person, no, this cat started to deliberately play the victim.
But the pain was real. Even if He Mian could endure the pain, he could feel the pain in his arm going numb. Even if his self-healing ability was good, it would take at least more than a week to fully recover.
"After the IV drip, just ask the nurse to remove the needle and you can go home." He said to He Mian.
Only then did He Mian reluctantly glance at Yu Wenjing and said, "Okay."
It’s too shameful to watch… Doctor Yu curled his lips and walked out of the ward.
"Did the doctor prescribe any other medicine? Have you picked it up?" Song Jing realized it later and remembered what the doctor and He Mian had just said. They should have prescribed some oral anti-inflammatory and antibacterial medicines, as well as gauze and special trauma medicines.
He nodded, "I already took it."
"Well, then, I'll stay with you until you finish the drip and then go home together?" Song Jing sat back in the chair and glanced up at the drip.
He Mian smiled happily, not expecting Song Jing to accompany him. "Okay."
Song Jing looked at him for less than a second before looking away. He Mian now looked directly at her without hesitation, and there seemed to be endless words in his eyes.
She leaned back in her chair and rubbed her waist. It was inevitable that her waist would feel sore during the first two days of her menstrual period. In addition, she had just eaten ice cream in the evening. She didn't know if it was due to psychological reasons or if the ice cream really had an effect. Now she felt a sinking sensation in her stomach.
It wasn't painful but definitely a little uncomfortable.
He Mian quickly caught the fleeting frown on her face.
He put away the smile on his face and looked a little worried. "Song Jing, what's wrong with you? You look uncomfortable. Are you really not hurt just now?"
She paused rubbing her lower back, "It's okay, it's nothing to do with what happened tonight."
He Mian was silent for a moment and soon realized that Song Jing was having her period. He sat up and took a closer look at her face. "Does it hurt? Do you want some painkillers?"
Song Jing was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that he knew why her stomach was uncomfortable before she even said it. She shook her head and said, "Fortunately, it's just a little sore and bloated, not too painful. I can bear it. Taking too many medicines is not good either."
He Mian's left hand reached over the IV tube in his right hand and held Song Jing's left hand. She lowered her head and looked at He Mian's actions with some confusion, but she did not pull her hand away.
"Pinch this acupoint, it will not be so uncomfortable." He pinched her Hegu acupoint with his index finger and thumb, using some force. A burst of soreness came from the acupoint, but the soreness and distension in her waist and the pain in her stomach were indeed reduced a lot.
Song Jing's palms were so cold from the air conditioning that she could clearly feel the warmth of his fingertips.
The force of pinching the acupoints cannot be too weak, but He Mian did not dare to use too much force. He tried hard to control his strength. "Is it effective?"
"It seems that it really doesn't hurt that much anymore." Song Jing said with a smile.
He Mian patiently continued to press her acupoints. Her hands were much smaller than his own, and it felt as if one hand could completely cover hers.
Her hands had touched him before, and she had hugged him, and she would do so again in the future, He Mian thought silently in her heart.
He Mian's remaining half bottle of IV drip was quickly used up. When Song Jing left the hospital with He Mian carrying her bag, she was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. She usually went to bed early, and at this time on weekdays, she would have fallen asleep in bed.
Her biological clock made her fall asleep on the cushions as soon as she got in the car.
The parking lot on the underground floor was silent. In the dim car, Song Jing was sleeping so soundly that she didn't even notice that her head was resting on He Mian's shoulder.
He Mian tilted his head and glanced at Song Jing. "We're home." He said in a low voice, with no intention of waking her up.
She is sleeping so soundly, maybe she is tired. He Mian thought so and didn't even want to wake Song Jing up. He just let her lean on his shoulder and sleep for a while until she woke up naturally.
It wasn't often that he had the opportunity to let Song Jing use his shoulder as a pillow. Thinking of this, He Mian gently adjusted his sitting position to allow Song Jing to lean on his shoulder better. His cheek happened to be against Song Jing's head. Cats love fluffy things, and He Mian also liked Song Jing's head. He couldn't help but rub his cheek against her head several times.
The two of them sat in silence for a few more minutes.
Song Jing, who hadn't realized she had fallen asleep in the car, subconsciously tried to turn over, but as soon as she turned her head, it fell off He Mian's shoulder. She woke up suddenly and took a deep breath.
A car drove out not far away with its high beams on. As soon as Song Jing opened her eyes, the high beams shone on her face. She subconsciously turned her head away and bumped into He Mian's shoulder again. He Mian stretched out his hand to block the light in front of her.
"Awake?" He Mian didn't speak a word along the way, and his voice sounded a little low.
"Yeah, I'm awake. Have I slept for a long time?" Song Jing finally adjusted to the brightness before her eyes and slowly opened them completely. She glanced at the time and guessed that she had probably slept the entire way.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" Song Jing yawned and sat up straight from him. She blinked her eyes because the physiological tears that overflowed from yawning overflowed into the corners of her eyes.
She took out a tissue and wiped her eyes and face.
"You seemed to be sleeping so soundly that I was sorry to wake you up." He Mian told the truth.
Song Jing picked up her bag and said, "Let's go home." Ever since He Mian said that, she always felt that the way he looked at her was a little strange, as if he saw through her.
Perhaps because they were afraid of embarrassing Song Jing, the two of them tacitly did not mention the matter again.
She actually didn't know what feelings she had, but to be fair she didn't hate He Mian.
The two of them are very similar in terms of academic qualifications, job nature, daily hobbies and living habits. They even live in the same community. Although I have never heard He Mian mention her family, since they both bought the same house, their basic financial abilities should be similar.
So she did not explicitly reject He Mian nor directly accept him, but at least she had to give him some time.
"Yeah." He Mian got out of the car and the two of them walked back home side by side.
"Good night and go to bed early." He Mian said before Song Jing closed the door.
"Yeah, you too." Song Jing glanced down at He Mian's arm, which was bandaged with white gauze. "Pay more attention to the wound when taking a bath."
He Mian followed her gaze and glanced at his arm, then nodded and said, "Yes, as you command."
Song Jing pursed her lips to suppress her smile and glared at He Mian, then closed the door and stopped answering him.
She leaned against the door, raised her head and sighed, putting the backs of her hands against her face. Why did the backs of her hands feel so cold?
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Although there were still many things on her mind, Song Jing was so tired that she fell asleep as soon as she lay down on the bed and closed her eyes. She didn't sit up until her stomach growled with hunger.
It was a sunny Sunday. A few birds, the names of which Song Jing couldn't place, flew over the balcony.
When she opened the refrigerator and wanted to take out the condensed milk to spread on the toast she bought at the cake shop on Friday, the doorbell rang.
Is it the property that is inspected every month?
Song Jing put down her perfunctory breakfast and walked towards the door in her slippers, "I'll open the door."
She was a little surprised to see He Mian through the peephole, but Song Jing immediately opened the door and saw He Mian holding a box of fragrant breakfast. She swallowed the words she was about to say, "You, what are you going to do with this?"
"Breakfast, you always eat those baked breads with a shelf life of half a month for breakfast on weekends. It's not nutritious enough. I made some breakfast, I don't know if you like it." He Mian said gently with a smile on his face.
Usually they would have breakfast after going to the company. Song Jing liked to sleep in on weekends and didn't like to make breakfast after waking up.
She always has chocolate-flavored condensed milk in her refrigerator as her toast breakfast partner.
"Your right hand is injured, why are you still cooking? Aren't you worried that the wound will break open?" Song Jing said in a serious tone, and looked at the location of his wound with some concern.
He Mian raised his left hand and said, "My left hand is also very flexible. I can use both hands as my dominant hand."
Most people are right-handed, and a few are left-handed. He Mian is not a normal person. His left hand is indeed as flexible as his right hand, enough to make breakfast.
"Oh, is that so?" Song Jing nodded thoughtfully. She licked her lips and said, "Thank you so much for your help."
"It's not a big deal. I'm happy to do it." He Mian paused, "Since I said I want to pursue you, I have to show some sincerity."
Song Jing looked at his extremely serious expression and turned her head away embarrassedly. She seemed to smell the fragrance of corn while breathing, and her stomach rumbled twice at an inopportune time.
"You must be hungry. Have breakfast first. We'll talk about anything else later." He Mian walked into her room with ease and placed the lunch box on her table. "We have purple sweet potato and corn dumplings."
Although He Mian said that he didn't know whether Song Jing liked to eat it or not, these were the things Song Jing liked to eat, and He Mian knew everything about her.
Seeing that He Mian held the chopsticks with his left hand quite smoothly, Song Jing believed that he could use his left hand quite smoothly as well.
"Is there something on my face?" He Mian stopped picking up dumplings when he saw that she seemed to be looking at him.
Song Jing quickly shook her head. "No, I just think it's amazing to be able to use both hands as my right. So is your left hand weaker than your right?"
"It will be smaller, after all, I am usually right-handed."
"Will there be any inconvenience in your daily life recently?" Although the person who hurt He Mian deliberately wanted to take revenge on him and caused him to be injured, it was ultimately because He Mian was distracted while trying to protect himself and got his arm scratched. Song Jing always felt a little guilty.
A few days ago, people misunderstood He Mian as a psychopath and antisocial person, but it turned out that he was a kind-hearted man who donated money and manpower. Last night, he was hurt because he had a deep cut on his hand.
"It's sometimes quite troublesome not to be able to use force with my right hand." He Mian didn't mean to complain to Song Jing. He just wanted to show his weakness and pity so that Song Jing would have more sympathy for him. He paused and continued, "It might be troublesome to change the dressing these two days."
He Mian frowned, looking very sad.
"Do you need my help? I've learned how to bandage something." Song Jing had participated in many safety training activities before. Common sense such as cardiopulmonary resuscitation and bandaging in the wild were very simple things for her.
He Mian raised his head, thinking that his plan had succeeded. "Then thank you for your help." He replied softly, "No need to change the dressing today. I will change it tomorrow. I will come to you then."
Song Jing nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
The weekend passed in a somewhat thrilling and somewhat dull manner. She thought He Mian would take a leave to rest, but he still went to work with her.
Song Jing looked at his hand and said worriedly, "Mr. He, is there really anything wrong with your hand?" When she arrived at the company, she would switch to her own language system and could not call out He Mian's name.
"It's okay, you can write with your left hand, and your right hand fingers can move normally." In order to prove that he was not lying to her, He Mian raised his right hand and moved his finger joints a few times.
"You still need to be more careful and remember the doctor's advice." Song Jing frowned and looked at his hand.
"Don't worry about me." He Mian comforted him. The two of them punched in one after the other, got on the elevator, and then parted ways.
Song Jing walked to her desk and threw her bag on the table by muscle memory, but picked it up again at that moment.
She glanced at Jiang Qixin's empty workstation across from her and said, "Oh, that's not right. This is my seat. Why is there a bouquet of flowers here..."
Song Jing muttered to herself as the bouquet leaned against the desk. She looked down and found that it was a bunch of yellow roses, but she was not sure what kind it was.
"Hey, Sister Jing, why is there a bouquet of flowers on your desk? Is it your birthday today?" The colleague finally asked Song Jing when he saw her coming. Because there was no holiday recently and she was not the kind of person who liked to buy flower bouquets, this bouquet of flowers was wrapped so beautifully that she knew at a glance that it was given to her by someone else.
Song Jing smiled and said, "No, it should be a gift from a friend." She took out the greeting card from the bouquet and saw that it was indeed from He Mian.
She searched the flower varieties and their meanings and discovered that these were flowers for a friend. He Mian was quite considerate and hadn't deliberately given her an overly ambiguous bouquet like red roses. The flowers she had given were indeed in keeping with their relationship.
The expression on his face when he confessed his feelings was indeed genuine, but Song Jing didn't know why He Mian looked as if he had deep feelings for her. She shook her head, thinking that this was not something she wanted to dwell on.
Song Jing put the card away, fiddled with the bouquet, took a photo and sent it to him.
After He Mian went to his office, he kept waiting for news from Song Jing. Sure enough, she sent him a photo, and it seemed that she liked it very much.
On the night they caught the leader of the illegal cat-racing operation, He Mian reflected on his confession and felt that it was a bit too much. Now he was no longer a serious Maine Coon, but a peacock with its tail spread out, showing off in front of Song Jing. Cats will go out of their way to give their prey to those they love, so He Mian would naturally find a way to make Song Jing happy.
Song Jing also had lunch at the company. Before, she always went to the company cafeteria with Jiang Qixin to eat, so she had never had the experience of sitting and eating with He Mian in the cafeteria.
But Jiang Qixin happened to have taken a leave of absence today, so Song Jing had to go alone. However, when she was taking the elevator downstairs, she happened to meet He Mian.
The two people didn't have much interaction in the company. Song Jing guessed that only Director Liu and the HR colleagues who knew their home addresses knew that they lived across from each other. No one else probably thought that the two knew each other very well.
Song Jing subconsciously looked at his arm again, but now he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt that covered the wound.
He Mian leaned sideways and whispered, "Don't worry about me."
He Mian does have the strength to hold rice, but his arm injury does limit him somewhat. For example, he can't hold rice and take chopsticks and spoons from the sterilizer at the same time.
"Let me help you get it." Song Jing walked past him and took the tableware for two people.
The two sat down face to face. Song Jing placed the chopsticks and spoon on his plate and stared at the way he used the chopsticks with his left hand seriously. Seeing that he seemed to have no problem, she started to eat.
Before she had taken a few bites of the meal, Song Jing felt her face getting hot. She slowly raised her head and found that He Mian was looking at her and smiling.
"What are you laughing at?" Song Jing put down her chopsticks and looked at He Mian with a somewhat inexplicable smile. Her eating movements were not very funny.
"I'm very happy."
"What are you happy about?"
"I'm glad you're worried about me."
She stiffened her neck and said, "Isn't it normal to worry about you? Stop looking at me and eat quickly. I still need to take a nap."
"Okay." He Mian accepted the advice readily.
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When He Mian came to see Song Jing in the evening, he had just taken a shower and there were still some water droplets on his hair.
When Song Jing saw him holding a medicine box, she knew he was here for her help to bandage the wound. "Come in and sit down. I'll go wash my hands and disinfect them." Song Jing actually had a very mild obsession with cleanliness. For example, she would wash her hands after doing anything, even if she touched a kitten, she would wipe her hands with wet wipes.
Even the little rabbit was washed clean by her before being put on the bed.
She washed her hands with cleaning and disinfecting alcohol, and when she came out of the bathroom, He Mian had already opened the gauze himself.
This was the first time that Song Jing saw He Mian's wound so clearly under the light. The wound was not particularly deep, but it was not shallow either.
Seeing that Song Jing seemed to be frightened by the wound, He Mian quietly put his hands behind his back to cover the wound.
She sat next to He Mian and picked up the cotton swab from the medicine box. Her expression was very serious as she picked up the cotton swab.
"Isn't it scary and ugly?" He Mian asked her.
He wondered if he should leave the scar on his hand to avoid Song Jing's suspicion. But if she thought it was unsightly, he also had a way to make it disappear.
Song Jing pursed her lips and shook her head. She reached out and held his right forearm, looking down at the horrible wound on his hand. She held the cotton swab in her hand but didn't know where to start. "Does it hurt?"
"Or I can wipe it myself and you can bandage it for me." He Mian knew how ugly the wound was when he saw that she was hesitant to do it.
"Let me do it." Song Jing had treated cuts before, so she closed her eyes and when she opened them again, she made up her mind and carefully wiped the wound with a cotton swab.
He Mian placed his entire arm on her calf, his right hand clenched into a fist to divert his attention.
She lowered her head and blew gently, "Will it hurt if I rub it like this?"
"A little bit, but it doesn't matter, just let go and do it." He Mian said in a soft voice.
Today, Song Jing specially found a teaching video on gauze bandaging to review how to bandage the external injuries on her arm. Although her hand movements were a little unfamiliar, she bandaged it very professionally.
He Mian bit his lip, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead due to the pain from the contact between the medicine and the wound.
"It's wrapped. Let's see if there is any problem." Song Jing looked left and right and thought that the knot she tied was very beautiful.
"Yeah, no problem." He Mian spoke with a panting sound unconsciously.
Song Jing placed his right hand, suddenly grabbed his left hand, pinched his tiger's mouth, groped for a while and pinched the Hegu point.
Her strength wasn't as strong as his, but after accurately finding the acupoint and pinching it, she still felt a noticeable pain. Seeing He Mian looking at her with some surprise, Song Jing said, "The acupoint for pain relief. I learned it from you."
He Mian's home fragrance smells wonderful. Song Jing asked him about the brand and scent and bought another from the same collection. She's very sensitive to scents and sometimes uses them in her home. The fragrance she bought is very light and refreshing, not the traditional heavy woody aroma.
But now she couldn't seem to smell the incense in her own home, because her nose was almost overwhelmed by the scent of He Mian and the fragrance of her freshly bathed body. The two scents seemed to be intertwined. If the scent factor was a physical entity, she felt that she could see the scent factors of the two people intertwined in the air.
Song Jing lowered her head and pinched his Hegu acupoint, while He Mian also lowered his head and watched her movements. The two were very close, but apart from the movement of their hands, there was no contact.
Song Jing pinched him so hard that a red mark was left on his palm, and she slowly loosened her hand.
The air conditioner in the room is clearly set to a very low temperature, but why does it feel so hot?
Song Jing exhaled, raised her head and suddenly asked him, "He Mian, do you still mean what you said before?"
"Well, what?" He Mian rarely followed her train of thought.
"I..." She hesitated for a moment, swallowed hard, and then said, "I promised you, we can give it a try." Her expression now was as serious as her graduation thesis defense many years ago.
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