Being the kind of person who always keeps the situation in check, he couldn’t help but think about many problems.
Although his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, there was always an end to the trail.
Mingzhe stood at the door of Xiaxia’s room. He wanted to knock, but dropped his hand halfway through, eventually deciding to just push the door open and enter.
By the ti he entered, Xiaxia had already woken up. She was sitting on the bed, her body slightly curled up, lost in thought.
Mingzhe quietly stood at the door. After a mont’s silence, just as he was about to speak, Xiaxia turned to look at him.
Her gaze was calm, crystal clear, and bright. There were no extre emotions, she wasn’t angry, nor was she excited.
Xiaxia looked at Mingzhe’s face, at his silent deanor, and started to get upset.
But along with her annoyance ca a wave of inexplicable heartache and sympathy. Looking at her big brother like this, she really found it hard to be angry at him.
"Awake? Eat sothing if you’re awake." Mingzhe walked over with breakfast, placing items one by one on her bedside table.
His composure remained, neither his facial expression nor his tone revealed anything unusual. His tall stature standing before her bed gave a sowhat oppressive feeling.
But at that mont, he seed to be more like a person who had done sothing wrong, which made people feel a little bit sorry for him.
Xiaxia didn’t say anything. She grimaced in distaste. What was he feeling sorry about? She was the one who should be upset!
Mingzhe’s eyes darkened slightly. He tightened his grip on the tray, lowered his gaze, turned around, "You eat, I’ll go downstairs first."
"Who said you could leave?"
Just as he reached the door and was about to open it, Xiaxia’s voice suddenly sounded, laden with heavy discontent.
Mingzhe turned around, "Anything else?"
"Co here." Xiaxia looked at him, for the first ti blatantly ordering him without any disguise.
Just like how he used to command her without any courtesy, "Xiaxia, co here."
Mingzhe hesitated slightly, unaccustod to her attitude, but eventually walked over and asked, "What’s wrong?"
Xiaxia blinked her beautiful eyes, there was a sense of provocation in her eyes. She pointed to the side of her bed, "Sit."
Mingzhe’s face darkened, his tone wasn’t as light as before, "Just say what you want."
He was a bit scared in his heart, afraid that Xiaxia would accuse him.
Xiaxia moved her feet lazily and said, "You almost crushed my hand. It hurts and I can’t eat, you feed ."
Mingzhe was stunned, a bit not reacting. What did she say?
If he heard correctly, she was asking him to feed her, right?
He felt a sudden surge of joy in his heart, but at the sa ti he felt remorseful and guilty because Xiaxia said her hand was almost snapped by him.
Mingzhe sat on the bed, he sighed silently, his eyes filled with pain. He reached out his hand beautifully, and said soberly, "Let see your hand, to see if you are really injured."
Xiaxia grumbled in her heart, "Now you’re worried about whether I’m hurt or not!"
You were pretty tough when you were hurting !
What are you being caring for now?!
Xiaxia didn’t waste any more ti, she handed him her left hand and said, "Look, this is your masterpiece."
Mingzhe did not refute, he gently grabbed her hand, examined it carefully. With just one look, he felt even more guilty and panicked.
Her delicate hands were covered with five distinct finger marks, which had turned purplish.
God, how angry and out of control he must have been to have grabbed her hand like this.
"Xiaxia..." Mingzhe looked up with regret in his dark eyes, and unabashedly stayed on hers, "I was indeed impulsive before and couldn’t control myself, I..."
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