A wound behind the ear?
Jiang Sui, belatedly aware of it, casually reached out and touched the back of his ear. It felt slightly swollen and painful, but nothing serious.
Apparently, he hadn't noticed it himself.
A faint, sweet feeling crossed his heart as he thought of something.
She cared about him.
Today felt like a dream, and Jiang Sui was reluctant to wake up.
He slumped on the sofa, motionless, his eyes following the figure in the room.
Wherever the shadow moved, his gaze followed.
A sense of profound satisfaction filled his heart.
When Su Qing returned from turning on the living room light, she found the young man sitting on the sofa, rubbing his ear, lost in thought. His sleepy eyes stared at her from afar, delicate as a doll in a display window.
He was truly handsome.
His appearance was just the kind she liked: handsome and refined when reserved, yet not effeminate.
He had a reserved and cold aura, and when assertive, he possessed a arrogance that treated everything as mere dust.
Now, he was slowly blinking his eyelashes, a thermometer in his mouth.
He looked a bit silly.
"Give me the thermometer."
Unconsciously, Su Qing reached out and placed her hand in front of the boy's face.
White fingertips, tender pink palm. Her palm was small.
It must be warm.
He wanted to rub it.
Jiang Sui thought so and did just that. The boy's face flushed slightly as he slowly rubbed it against Su Qing's palm.
It was just as warm as he'd imagined.
Su Qing watched the boy's movements, not daring to move. Without a thermometer, he'd slept a bit too hot, and a little sweat still rubbed against her fingertips.
Touching his face, it wasn't as warm as before.
Su Qing's heart was tugged at, rising and falling, yet it refused to let go.
She didn't push him away.
This thought flashed through Jiang Sui's mind, a faint joy thickening within him. He wanted more.
This obedience made him want more than just a little bit.
She held his face with her hands, and he didn't actually put his hands on it, just gently rubbing it.
She didn't dare move, afraid he'd fall. He held on tightly, afraid he'd crush her.
Su Qing knew Jiang Sui was watching her, and her fingertips instinctively wanted to curl up, but she held back.
A tingling sensation spread through her heart, momentarily numbing her nerves.
She held the thermometer in one hand, her eyelashes fluttering before she could clearly read the temperature.
It was still a slight fever, but not too high.
It looked like the medicine was taking effect.
Su Qing breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a bit more relaxed.
She turned her head and had to look directly at the face in her palm.
His skin was so good, Su Qing thought.
His face seemed even smoother than hers.
On a boy, such skin felt a little too comfortable to touch.
She was lost in thought.
A wet kiss touched her palm, leaving the boy, freshly drunk, with a few boiled seeds on his lips.
Now, it rubbed against her palm.
Su Qing turned her head for a moment, looking at Jiang Sui. Perhaps feeling guilty, the boy turned away for a moment, not daring to look at her. He had been lying on the sofa, but now he leaned back, his coat drooping, half dragging on the ground, but he didn't notice.
The collar of his home clothes, after a deep sleep, was several buttons unbuttoned, revealing his beautiful collarbone and his fair skin, shimmering.
The burning sensation in her palm made Su Qing pause for a moment. Unsure what to do, the boy didn't dare look at her, his head lowered...
There was something pitiful about the look of someone constantly waiting to be discarded.
Su Qing pursed her lips, a burning sensation threatening to overtake her.
Her hand had been withdrawn, half-curled. The sensation within her palm made Su Qing freeze in place.
It burned to her heart.
Su Qing's eyes half-lidded. He was by mistake... don't overthink it.
The girl had found a similar excuse for herself.
She placed the medicine box next to him and walked around to the other end of the coffee table.
She glanced at the boy, his head bowed, not daring to look at her. He was drinking from his cup, taking small sips, and it was unclear whether he had gotten enough.
"Turn around."
Su Qing sat down next to Jiang Sui, reached out to pick up the boy's clothes that had draped over the floor, and placed them on his lap.
Click...
Su Qing's fingertips touched something incredibly strange through the thin fabric.
The cup in Jiang Sui's hand shattered to the ground with a thud.
The water stain spread.
"Qing Qing."
Jiang Sui didn't dare look at the girl beside. He didn't know she...
A low, cautious voice called out.
He didn't even dare raise his head.
Feeling deeply offended, yet unable to restrain himself, he…
She had heard his words, but she didn't know how to respond.
She didn't dare answer.
Su Qing's face had already flushed, her fingers felt burned, and her heart sizzled like fireworks.
She didn't know what to do until the cup of water spilled onto the floor.
That's when she found an excuse.
"I'll get the broom..."
Jiang Sui wanted to stop her, but the words got stuck in his throat, and he let Su Qing go.
He stared at the tiny figure with a sort of obsession, feeling like he really deserved to die...
Had he scared her?
Su Qing's steps faltered, and she almost pushed the door open towards the boy's bedroom.
Thankfully, she stopped and went to the toilet.
Her face in the mirror was flushed, burning intensely.
Her fingertips felt as if they were burning.
She turned on the faucet, the cool water unable to dispel the burning fire within her.
After a long while, Su Qing finally took the broom and left.
Jiang Sui, still feeling uneasy, let her sweep and mop the floor...
He never dared to move.
Although there were sounds, their hearts felt so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.
Even after all this, Su Qing's inner turmoil hadn't dissipated.
The young man now leaned obediently against her.
The bruised, purple wound behind his ear showed no signs of bleeding, but the capillary hemorrhage must have been severe, causing a large swelling.
Su Qing picked up the medicine box next to him, dipped a cotton swab in iodine, and gently disinfected him.
The cold touch of her fingertips against his hair made Jiang Sui's spine stiffen, not daring to move.
The fingers at his side tightened involuntarily.
Su Qing, fearing he would feel pain, didn't dare apply the medicine too forcefully, so she simply performed a simple disinfection.
Sweat beads formed on her palms.
They were damp.
"Be careful, don't touch the water, it'll heal faster."
Perhaps feeling it was too quiet, Su Qing still offered a few words of caution.
The young man carrying his nodded and softly responded.
"Okay."
The two, practically drowning in this near-death, drowning state, endured the torment, yet remained silent.
She must care about him, Jiang Sui thought.