Although she expressed disdain, Jiang Yanqing also felt a little distressed. After all, Fang Mingxiao came back specially to help, but ended up exhausting himself.
That’s not all. After kneading for a few minutes, Fang Mingxiao raised his hand again, seemingly casually brought it within Jiang Yanqing’s sight, and shook it twice.
Jiang Yanqing glanced around and noticed a red scar on Fang Mingxiao's hand. She grabbed his hand, which was about to fall, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with your hand?"
As he spoke, he walked around and sat down next to Fang Mingxiao, holding his hand and looking at him carefully.
Fang Mingxiao replied in a low voice, "It's okay, I just bumped into it accidentally, it doesn't hurt at all."
Jiang Yanqing slapped Fang Mingxiao on the arm and frowned, scolding him, "Talk nicely. How can it not hurt when it's cut open? You're such a grown-up, how can you be so careless?"
The wound was almost two centimeters long and had a layer of dark red blood scab on it. I didn't know how it happened.
Fang Mingxiao kept smiling as he watched Jiang Yanqing chattering away, but Jiang Yanqing talked for a long time without hearing Fang Mingxiao say a word.
She raised her head in dissatisfaction and glared at Fang Mingxiao, but was unexpectedly stunned to see a smiling face with slightly curved eyes. Jiang Yanqing was about to speak when Fang Mingxiao grabbed Jiang Yanqing's hand and pulled her into his arms.
Resting his chin on Jiang Yanqing's shoulder, he said in a low voice, "Qingqing, I'm very happy that you care about me so much."
No one has ever cared about a small wound on my body. When my grandfather was still alive, he also cared about me, but he had many patients and didn't have time to pay attention to many small things.
Needless to say, the mother put her whole heart on that man and was satisfied as long as she didn't starve to death.
No wonder everyone in this world is so greedy for the warmth of love between men and women. This feeling is really addictive, especially when this person is the one and only Jiang Yanqing in this world.
Jiang Yanqing felt that it was not her illusion. The sadness that just flashed across Fang Mingxiao's face might be that he was thinking of something sad again.
Feeling a little reluctant, Jiang Yanqing reached out and hugged Fang Mingxiao's waist and abdomen. The two of them just sat together quietly, hugging each other, and no one spoke.
When Jiang Yanqing was lost in thought, she suddenly felt her shoulders sink. Turning around, she saw Fang Mingxiao had fallen asleep in her arms.
She rolled her eyes silently, thinking that Fang Mingxiao got up early in the morning to make wontons for her, then went out again and was busy for most of the day. It was obvious that he was really tired.
Jiang Yanqing slowly leaned against the back of the sofa, not daring to make any big movements. She stared at Fang Mingxiao's profile for a while. His long eyelashes were really enviable.
There was also a handsome face that could never be tanned. Jiang Yanqing felt jealous and simply closed her eyes to rest.
As he was being nursed, he actually fell asleep. When Jiang Yanqing woke up again, he was lying on the bed.
Jiang Yanqing opened her eyes and looked at everything familiar. She slowly regained consciousness and moved her body. Fang Mingxiao had already walked over and said, "Qingqing, are you awake?"
Jiang Yanqing was still a little hazy and asked casually, "Why are you here?"
Fang Mingxiao sat on the edge of the bed and replied with a smile, "We fell asleep downstairs. I woke up and saw that you were still sleeping soundly, so I carried you up here."
Jiang Yanqing yawned, then lay on her side with her hands under her head. "What time is it?"
Fang Mingxiao's eyes fell on the small clock on the bedside table. "It's almost eight o'clock."
No wonder Jiang Yanqing felt a little hungry. It seemed like the two of them were in sync. Fang Mingxiao said, "Get up. I made fish soup and cooked some rice."
He knew that Jiang Yanqing had always preferred to eat rice and had only eaten a steamed bun at noon today, so he cooked rice after sending Jiang Yanqing up.
Jiang Yanqing asked curiously, "Where did the fish come from?"
Fang Mingxiao stood up and said, "Sister Hua sent it over. She said she brought it back from her hometown. It's lively and perfect for making soup."
Fang Mingxiao was about to go out after saying that. Jiang Yanqing moved her body and suddenly felt a surge of heat flowing out from below. Her face flushed. Why did it always come at such a coincidence?
Enduring the discomfort, he urged Fang Mingxiao, "Get out quickly."
Fang Mingxiao glanced at Fang Mingxiao, whose expression was very strange, and felt a little worried. "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
The air was already filled with a faint smell of blood. Fang Mingxiao immediately understood what was happening. He felt a little embarrassed and whispered, "Then I'll wait for you downstairs."
She quickly closed the door and went out. Only when she could no longer hear the sounds coming from the stairs did Jiang Yanqing get up from the bed.
There was a red blood stain on the bed sheet, and there was no need to think about the pants, which must have been dirty as well. Jiang Yanqing pulled the bed sheet off and went into the bathroom.
When I came out again, the sheets were soaked in the basin. I changed into clean clothes and prepared to go downstairs to eat.
If you are hungry, eat first before doing anything.
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