The next day, when Jing Li opened his eyes, the first thing that caught his eye was the big red bed curtain that he had hung with his own hands yesterday.
His whole body felt like it was falling apart and he was in so much pain that he struggled to reach out and grab a corner of the bed curtain.
"Don't move." Qin Zhao grabbed his hand and pushed him back onto the bed. "What are you doing? Does your head hurt?"
Why doesn’t it hurt?
He not only has a headache now, but also pain in his waist and buttocks.
It's all this broken thing's fault.
Qin Zhao understood what he meant and said with a smile, "If you're angry, just blame me. Why take it out on this thing?"
Jing Li glanced at him, pulled his hand away angrily, snorted through his nose, and turned over -
Jing Li felt a sharp pain in his lower back and froze.
"I told you not to move." Qin Zhao sighed, and ran his hand down Jing Li's spine, pressing on his lower back. "Does it hurt here?"
Jing Li buried his face in the quilt and ignored everyone.
Qin Zhao refreshed his understanding of badness every time. He relied on the instructions in Doctor Xue's letter that he should not work hard and insisted on letting him do it himself.
It was okay at the beginning, although a little embarrassing, but once you get the hang of it, it's not too difficult to do.
Moreover, he had thought that Qin Zhao had been ill for such a long time and had not vented his anger for a long time, so it shouldn't last too long. Who knows...
It turns out that excellent people are excellent in every aspect.
In the end, Jing Li was so tired that he couldn't move, his lower back was so sore that he couldn't lift his body, and he couldn't feel refreshed, but he had to endure Qin Zhao's constant urging in his ears.
The feeling is hard to describe.
"Ah——!" Qin Zhao didn't know where he pressed, and Jing Li whimpered in pain.
Qin Zhao subconsciously let go of his hand, and Jing Li quickly rolled into the bed, holding the quilt and looking at him warily.
"I'll massage it for you, it will get better faster." Qin Zhao said.
"No." Jing Li's eyes were filled with tears as she curled up in the quilt. "I'm fine like this..."
"Whatever you say." Qin Zhao stood up straight, speaking in a steady tone, "You work every day, so how come your waist strength is still so poor? You need more practice."
Jing Li: “Cough cough cough——!”
Who needs to practice this more?
Qin Zhao couldn't help laughing and asked, "Lunch is ready. Do you want to eat at the table or in bed?"
"Bring it here, I'll eat it here." Jing Li said willfully, "Feed me."
Qin Zhao knew he had wronged the man yesterday, so he could only obey. He carefully served his little fish a meal, then read a few pages of a storybook in a rhythmic manner, finally calming the man down. Only then did he pick up the wooden basin in the corner.
"I'm going to do some laundry, you lie down for a while." Qin Zhao said.
Jing Li buried half of his face in the quilt and nodded silently, not daring to look at the big red bed sheet in the wooden basin that had been ruined by the two men.
Qin Zhao took one last look at the young man on the bed, smiled, shook his head, and walked out the door carrying the wooden basin.
He didn't know what kind of person he was in the past, but over the years, in order to prevent his illness from getting worse, he always knew how to control his emotions and became more and more peaceful.
He shouldn't have been as impulsive as he was last night.
But I can't help it.
How could he have deserved to meet that little girl, who was so beautiful, so well-behaved, and who loved him so warmly and simply and treated him well.
How can one resist taking someone for oneself?
The bamboo courtyard was not far from the laundry area. There were not many people by the stream at this hour. Qin Zhao put down the wooden basin, leaned over and saw his reflection in the water.
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