There was sothing comforting about taking a bath in the washroom while soone waited outside.
"You washed your hair?" Jie Jingchen asked, his brow furrowing slightly in displeasure when he saw that she had.
"Yeah, I did," Qin i nodded, unconcerned. She knew washing her hair during her period wasn’t ideal, but it felt too uncomfortable to leave it unwashed.
’The periods this body got were always irregular,’ she mused. ’They ca without warning, always catching her off guard. Fortunately, they never lasted more than three days.’
Jie Jingchen stared at her with his sharp eyes. His gaze made Qin i extrely uneasy, like ants were crawling all over her. It was an awful feeling, and for so reason, it made her feel guilty.
The stiff line of Jie Jingchen’s lips twitched. He took a step forward, draping a military greatcoat over her shoulders. His voice was low, laced with a commanding authority. "From now on, don’t wash your hair when it’s that ti of the month."
"Okay, I’ll listen to you." Qin i knew how to read the room. The expression on Jie Jingchen’s face was terrifyingly stern, and he radiated an authority that permitted no argunt. Now was not the ti to defy him.
’He’s just worried about my health, after all. I can’t be ungrateful.’
Jie Jingchen was satisfied. The corners of his lips curved up as he thoughtfully pulled the greatcoat tighter around her and took the bucket from her hand. "Hurry back to your room so you don’t catch a cold."
"Okay." Qin i’s almond-shaped eyes curved into crescents, her smile so wide it nearly hid her eyes from view.
Her smile was bright, pure, and incredibly infectious. Jie Jingchen was captivated.
Back in the room, Qin i took off the greatcoat and sat by the window, rubbing her wet hair with a dry towel.
Jie Jingchen set down the bucket, his eyes fixed on Qin i. He watched her slender, pale hands work the towel through her dripping hair. Her movents were natural, yet they held a captivating allure that was both beautiful and bewitching.
Acutely aware that Jie Jingchen was watching her, Qin i glanced to the side. Their eyes t. Jie Jingchen froze. Qin i’s hands stilled for a mont before she quickly veiled her shimring almond eyes and resud drying her hair.
Jie Jingchen had been about to step forward and help her, but he had only just taken a single step when...
"Jing Si," soone called for Jie Jingchen from the courtyard.
Jie Jingchen’s body went rigid, and he halted.
"Jie Jingchen, soone’s outside looking for you," Qin i said, unable to stop herself when she saw him standing there like a statue.
"I’ll be right out." Before the words had even left his mouth, Jie Jingchen turned, strode out of the room, and closed the door.
After Jie Jingchen left, Qin i’s tense body unconsciously relaxed. ’Things have been subtly different between and Jie Jingchen since the miscarriage. To say that feelings are blossoming between us... no, I’d deny that. I’m just purely infatuated with his face. As for his body, well, it’s undeniable that he has a great figure. And as for...’
Qin i shook her head abruptly, a tempting blush creeping up her fair, delicate cheeks.
"What am I thinking?" Qin i patted her cheeks, then gave them a little pinch. She warned herself, ’Stop being a pervert. Be reserved. You have to be reserved!’
Qin i had expected Jie Jingchen to be back in a few minutes, but ti passed until even her hair was dry, and he still hadn’t returned.
Her hands and feet had grown cold. Qin i shivered and burrowed under the covers. The bedding was warm. She paused, stunned, and then she saw the hot water bottle tucked inside. Her eyes flickered. ’Did Jie Jingchen leave this for ?’
A wide smile spread across Qin i’s face. Hugging the hot water bottle, she felt a warmth spread through her heart.
Qin i was easily moved. If soone treated her with their whole heart, she would give them her own in return.
Jie Jingchen returned in the middle of the night, his devastatingly handso face looking grave. He stood by the bed, gazing at Qin i’s peaceful sleeping face. A faint smile touched his cool eyes, and his cold expression softened.
The next day, Qin i woke up. She sat up, rubbing her sleepy eyes as the covers slid off her. She glanced quizzically at the empty space beside her. ’Did Jie Jingchen even co back last night?’
"Xiao i," Mrs. Xie’s voice called from outside the door.
Startled, Qin i pushed her thoughts aside and asked, "Mom, what is it?"
"Xiao i, should we give Jing Qi her dicinal bath first, or have her drink her dicine?" Mrs. Xie asked.
Qin i was taken aback again and called out urgently, "Mom, wait a minute!"
Qin i quickly got up, changed her clothes, opened the door, called out to Mrs. Xie, and then dashed toward the washroom.
A few minutes later, Qin i ca out of the washroom and went to Jie Jingshan’s room. She and Mrs. Xie worked together to help Jie Jingshan into the dicinal tub. After an hour’s soak, they helped her out again. While Mrs. Xie helped Jie Jingshan get dressed, Qin i noticed the dicine hadn’t arrived yet, so she turned and left the room, heading for the kitchen.
Jie Jingchen was nowhere to be seen in the kitchen. Only Jie Jingjue was there, staring blankly at the small stove where the dicine was brewing.
"Jie Jingjue, the dicine," Qin i said, waving a hand in front of his face.
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