Wen Jiaojiao's long eyelashes trembled slightly. She dared not complain about the unfairness of life any longer. She raised her hand in a panic, covering the back of her hand with the needle in it, fearing that the other person would prick her again without hesitation.
"It's not plugged in wrong, it's not plugged in wrong, your technique is excellent, don't listen to him, look, the IV drip is flowing..."
Before he could finish speaking, the dropper stopped dripping.
Wen Jiaojiao forced a smile: "..."
So it seems like fate is targeting me alone.
The nurse, having seen many wealthy people prone to causing trouble, noticed that the two were well-dressed and had an air of importance. She looked apologetic and flustered, and said:
"It seems I didn't insert it properly. I'll reinsert it for you. I'm so sorry."
Tears silently streamed down Wen Jiaojiao's face again. She didn't know how she finished those two IV drips; she was in a daze the whole way back to the hotel.
She took another shower and lay on the bed, utterly dejected: Now that Wen Zhaoye has seen Li Cuihua, he'll definitely be waiting at the arcade. I'm doomed.
Wen Jiaojiao sighed inwardly, and after a long pause, she listlessly spoke:
"Brother, I'll wash your clothes for you later."
Wen Zhaoye simply washed his body with her bathwater, then picked up all the clothes on the floor and threw them into the bathtub.
"You have needle marks on your hands. I'll wash your clothes. You should go to sleep."
Wen Jiaojiao was exhausted after a long day of tension and didn't want to waste any more energy. She muttered to herself:
"Then I'll leave my clothes aside and wash them tomorrow."
Wen Zhaoye glanced at the black underwear floating on the water, his face flushed. He hesitated for a moment, then stiffly reached out and began to wash it.
Even though I wasn't feeling well, I still forced myself to endure it.
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