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It wasn’t until Lin Yue left that Song Zhi poured a cup of hot water and handed it to Jiang Yanzhou.
He held up his weak left hand, still looking at her with those innocent eyes.
Song Zhi walked over with a smile, fed him, and asked, “Still thirsty?”
Jiang Yanzhou pursed his lips slightly, suppressing a laugh, “Not really.”
Song Zhi’s brows furrowed, and her expression instantly changed. “Oh, so it’s fun to trick me, huh?”
Seemingly surprised by her outburst, Jiang Yanzhou froze for a moment. Song Zhi grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it at him, avoiding his wounds and controlling her strength. “Weren’t you signing perfectly fine just now? How did you become disabled when it came to eating and drinking, huh?”
A nurse happened to open the door and walked in. Seeing the scene, she sternly reprimanded, “This is a hospital; patients need quiet rest. Please, no domestic violence in the hospital!”
Song Zhi immediately became well-behaved after being scolded by the nurse.
She stood aside, holding the pillow, looking submissive.
Like a disciplined elementary student, Jiang Yanzhou saw her like this and smiled faintly.
The nurse put down the treatment tray and told him, “It might sting a bit; bear with it.”
Jiang Yanzhou nodded, frequently looking back.
Song Zhi still looked like a meek young wife who had done something wrong. He seemed to be in a good mood, even ignoring the pain of changing the dressing.
The wound on his back required him to take off his hospital gown first. Jiang Yanzhou called out Song Zhi’s name, “Zhizhi.”
She looked up.
He raised his hand to unbutton his gown, his lips curving slightly, “Don’t you want to see?”
Flirtatious!
Song Zhi snorted unhappily, then openly sat on the chair and watched.
As the buttons were undone, his firm, strong muscles were gradually revealed.
Jiang Yanzhou let out another low chuckle and lay face down.
The nurse carefully peeled off the sterile gauze. Song Zhi was close enough to clearly see the wound.
It was still gruesome after being stitched.
Looking at the length and depth, it was clear there would be a scar.
Her memory seemed to be pulled back to the scene of that day. Her breathing became rapid, and she gradually lowered her head.
Jiang Yanzhou seemed to suddenly remember something and then began to regret it.
He should have asked her to leave first.
The young girl was timid, and he had finally coaxed her into forgetting the scene of that day. Now, seeing the wound, she would probably cry again for a while.
After the nurse finished changing the dressing, she gave him some instructions.
Before leaving, she specifically looked at Song Zhi and reminded her, “This is a hospital. Don’t hit the patient again!”
Song Zhi drooped her head and replied weakly, “Understood.”
Jiang Yanzhou unhurriedly put on his hospital gown and lay back on the bed. “What are you thinking about?”
Song Zhi looked up. “Nothing.”
“Not going to hit me anymore?”
“...”
Seeing her not speaking, Jiang Yanzhou patted the chair beside him. “Sit here.”
Song Zhi didn’t move.
He frowned, his voice cold, “Not listening again?”
The familiar feeling was annoying.
That bit of guilt completely vanished. Song Zhi pulled the chair over unhappily and sat down. “Why should I listen to you?”
Successfully diverting her attention, Jiang Yanzhou held her hand, refusing to let go. “Then I’ll listen to you, okay?”
Song Zhi tugged a few times but couldn’t free her hand.
She didn’t know what he was up to. “Do you have multiple personalities? You’re different every minute?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “No matter which personality I am, I’ll listen to you.”
Song Zhi: “...”
Thinking of the wound on his back, that bit of guilt overshadowed her current anger.
After a long silence, Song Zhi asked, “Does it hurt?”
He nodded, “A little.”
Song Zhi sniffed hard, holding back her tears, then stood up and straightened the collar of his hospital gown. “It’s all my fault.”
The young girl had truly become more emotional lately. Her temper flared up quickly and subsided just as fast. How long had it been, and she was already crying again?
Jiang Yanzhou asked her, “Do you want a hug?”
She blinked, tears still clinging to her eyelashes. “What?”
He said, “You’re crying so sadly, do you want your brother to hug and comfort you?”
Song Zhi snorted, “I’m not that fragile.”
He clutched his chest, a bitter smile on his face. “But I am very fragile. Will you comfort me?”
Song Zhi suddenly realized that Jiang Yanzhou was the one with better acting skills. He seemed to have been constantly setting traps for her, step by step leading her into his snare.
He was very smart and good at manipulating people’s hearts.
If he wanted to trick Song Zhi, he could do it flawlessly, without revealing any weaknesses.
This seemed more like letting her consciously walk into his trap.
Forcing Song Zhi to face her inner self.
It was more like a gamble.
Gambling whether she would move forward.
Song Zhi pondered for a long time, “How do I comfort you?”
He smiled sweetly; he had won the gamble.
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