Chapter 25, Apology
When Li Donghao disinfected himself, applied medicine, and finally put on a band-aid, he packed up his first-aid kit to take it back, but she stopped him. Li Donghao had no choice but to sit back down to avoid suffering another mishap.
"What are you doing? Not satisfied with hitting one of my legs, you want to hit the other one too?" Li Donghao still remembered her "humph" from earlier and teased her.
"How could that be?" Zhang Youyou, who had just finished looking at her phone, smiled broadly. She scooted closer to him like a puppy trying to please him, "I was just showing you some concern!"
Li Donghao waved his hand to stop him, saying, "No thanks, I want to live a couple more years!"
He lifted Nuanbao's hand and held it, looking ingratiating, his voice much gentler. He even ignored Nuanbao lying on his knees and insisted, "Oh, don't be like that, I'm not useless!"
Lee Dong-ho's eyes widened. Did she still have any self-awareness?
After several attempts, he couldn't escape her grasp, so he had to use his other hand to pry her fingers open. Afraid of hurting her, he had to be gentle. As a result, when he pried one open, the other four remained tightly gripped. In the end, Li Donghao resigned himself to his fate.
To be honest, he now understands Lee Dong-seok a little better.
"Then tell me, what benefits do you get?"
Unexpectedly, he suddenly changed his expression, catching Zhang Youyou off guard, and her grip on his hand loosened.
"I...I...I introduced you to a girlfriend!"
Li Donghao, who had been letting things slide, ruthlessly shook off her hand upon hearing this. Ignoring his aching leg, he stood up and looked down at her, scolding, "I haven't even said anything to you yet! Aren't you too idle? You're always trying to find me girlfriends. What does it matter to you whether I'm in a relationship or not? Do you really need to spread my WeChat ID all over the world?"
Caught off guard, Zhang Youyou couldn't help but shrink back. At this moment, she especially hated that his sofa wasn't soft enough. If his sofa were soft enough, she could just shrink into it and cover herself with the cushions. But now, she felt like a condemned prisoner kneeling at the execution ground, and Li Donghao was the executioner. More importantly, she was the one who handed him the knife.
Seeing her huddled up with her head down, her hands tightly covering her ears, Li Donghao knew she was genuinely scared. Actually, he wasn't really blaming her, but he was still annoyed to see her so enthusiastically introducing him to girls. They had grown up together, were practically betrothed as children, and were much closer than before, so why couldn't she understand?
Frustrated, he scratched his head, paced back and forth a few times, and finally came to her and helped her sit up. Seeing her red eyes and tears, Li Donghao's heart broke, and he hugged her and gently comforted her.
"I was wrong, I shouldn't have yelled at you, I'm sorry!"
Perhaps it was the warmth of his embrace, or perhaps it was the gentleness of his voice, but Zhang Youyou, who had just been cowering, finally couldn't help but cry.
“I, I didn’t mean to,” she said, hugging his neck and crying. “I… I just wanted… I wanted you to meet… meet more girls… so that… you don’t have to be betrothed as children…” Zhang Youyou sobbed after every sentence, making Li Donghao feel extremely guilty.
After finally calming her down, Li Donghao was about to take her back to her room when he noticed bloodstains on the sofa. He realized he needed to keep blood pressure medication and nitroglycerin in his first-aid kit.
Zhang Youyou, who had caused all this, blushed and didn't know what to do. It seemed that every time she came, she caused him a lot of trouble.
"Never mind, you can go back to your room first." After Li Donghao took her back, he changed the sofa cover himself. When he took the clothes to the washing machine, he realized that Zhang Youyou's clothes hadn't been taken out to dry. Li Donghao thought he should prepare a few more boxes of blood pressure medication.
After finishing all that, it was already dinnertime, but he was too tired to cook. He asked Zhang Youyou what she thought, and the two of them ordered takeout.
Back in the living room, Zhang Youyou looked at the brand-new sofa cover but dared not sit down.
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