Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
He was about to sit up when Yun Shishi stopped him. “You can’t move yet. You have fresh stitches, so any movement from yours can tear your wound open.”
Her concern for him melted his heart.
As he nodded his head meekly like a gentle, little lamb, he said with a smile, “Alright; I’ll listen to you.”
Even his agent was astounded to find him so cooperative as she reiterated the actress’s advice, “That’s right; you’d better not move in case you tear the stitches apart.”
“You should shut up!” The actor had an instant change of attitude when it came to dealing with the other woman and told her off coldly. “Did I say that you could talk to me?”
“I…” Ji Yuqi opened her mouth again to say something but decided against it. As she anxiously pulled her lips taut for a second, she hurriedly picked up the plate of apples that she had prepared and brought it to him. “How about having some slices?”
“Go away!”
With a wave of his hand, the plate of apples was swept off her hands and onto the floor with a loud smash.
The plate broke into pieces and scattered across the floor with the apple slices.
Yun Shishi’s eyes widened in shock.
“Get lost! I don’t wanna see you.”
“Hua Jin—”
“Did you hear me? I said to get out!”
He glared at his agent furiously.
Realising that she could not placate him, the female manager got up awkwardly as she bit her lower lip hard. “Please help me look after him.” After saying that, she left the room and closed the door behind her.
With his hands clenching the sides of the bed, the man tried to prop himself up into a sitting position.
The actress immediately walked over and softly chided him, “Can’t you lie still on the bed?”
“But I wanna sit up.”
He pouted like a spoiled kid.
She had no choice but to help him up. After raising the head of the bed, she carefully assisted him to sit upright on the bed. She also helped place a couple of cushions behind his back so that it would be more fortable for him.
His wan face seemed to be fazed by her fussiness as he watched her silently at one side. He was so tense that he did not even know where he should put his hands.
The actress looked up after sitting down next to him and, with a start, realized that he had been observing her.
“Why are you staring at me?”
“It feels so good.”
“?”
“I’ve only realized how good it feels to be fussed over,” he mented with utter satisfaction.
The woman was surprised to hear that. “Has no one taken care of you before?”
He shook his head, pursed his lips, and finally admitted. “You are the only one.”
She did not know if she should believe his words.
Patting an empty spot on the bed next to him, he cried, “Don’t sit so far from me! We’re rades who have just overe a life-and-death encounter, aren’t we?”
“We’re not rades,” she refuted petulantly, though she had already moved her seat closer the moment he said that.
“Can’t you move a little closer?” demanded the man coyishly, and she willingly obliged again, giving in to his demand.
He grabbed hold of her hand the moment she sat down. The movement was so sudden that she unconsciously shook off his hand the instant she felt his skin contact on hers.
The man’s face immediately distorted with exaggerated pain from her rash action.
Thinking that she might have aggravated his wound, she quickly got up and checked his condition. “What happened? Did I hurt you?”
“Yes. I was just trying to gain warmth from your hand, but you were rough…”
His forlorn accusation made her feel deeply sorry for her behavior. She hastily presented her hands again and coaxed, “I’m sorry! I-I didn’t do that on purpose. e and I’ll let you hold my hands now, alright?”
“No, thanks.”
Pretending to throw a tantrum, the man rejected haughtily and refused to look at her.
Knowing that she had been utterly defeated, she grabbed his hands without further ado.
Seemingly affected by anemia, his hands felt cold, whereas hers were warm; they were so warm that he could not help yearning for more.
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