She just heard him outside the room asking Geng Yi to tidy up the remaining two rooms.
So she guessed that soone must have co.
Si Nan’s hand paused for a mont, then continued, "Mm."
"Who is it?"
Tang Yige frowned, her hoarse voice carrying a hint of urgency.
Si Nan’s handso face tensed slightly, and he removed the dical gauze from her eyes, observing her eyelashes clumped together from the blood, pressing his thin lips into a flat line.
Throwing the gauze in the trash, Si Nan walked into the bathroom again.
When he ca out, he was holding a steaming basin of water, with a clean white towel hanging off its edge.
Tang Yige’s ears twitched as she heard him co in, asking again, "Who has co?"
Si Nan placed the basin on the long table, tossed the towel into the warm water, soaked it, wrung it out, then shook it open and stood in front of Yige, wiping the blood from her lashes and around her eyes, "It’s not Lei Yicheng."
Tang Yige, "..."
Si Nan glanced at her, "Disappointed?"
Tang Yige pressed her lips tightly together, saying nothing.
Si Nan smirked coldly but said nothing more, made several more trips to finally clean the blood from Yige’s lashes, eyes, and face.
Throwing the towel back into the warm water, Si Nan carried the basin back into the bathroom.
After about two or three minutes, he ca out again.
Tang Yige kept her eyes closed; since her eyes hurt with the slightest movent, she dared not open them.
Si Nan approached her, picked up a bottle of dicine from the edge of the long table, and opened it.
He leaned down, placing his clean thumb and forefinger gently on Yige’s eyelid.
Yige’s eyelids twitched, holding her breath, "What are you, what are you doing?"
Si Nan paused, glanced at her tense and uneasy face, and said softly, "Applying dicine."
"..."
Yige clenched her hands, "What, what kind of dicine?"
Si Nan frowned, "dicine for your eyes."
Yige pressed her lower lip tightly and straightened her back.
Si Nan noticed her posture, stared at her face for a while before gently pressing on her upper and lower eyelids with his thumb and forefinger, pulling them apart.
"Ah..."
Si Nan dared not use much force, slowly moving her eyelids apart, while Tang Yige let out a low cry of pain, her face turning ashen.
Si Nan slightly held his breath, though he didn’t release Yige’s eyelids, he ceased further movent.
Until Tang Yige’s gasping softened, he began to push them apart again.
"..."
This ti, though Tang Yige didn’t cry out, her whole body visibly tensed.
Si Nan paused again, looking at her, "Bear with it."
After saying this, he suddenly lowered his eyes, ruthlessly pushing her eyelids wider, and quickly dripped two drops of dicine into her eyes.
As the dicine hit her eye, Tang Yige instinctively bit her lower lip to brace for pain.
Unexpectedly, the dicine felt slightly cool, easing the pain in her eyes.
Tang Yige’s tense face and body suddenly relaxed.
Si Nan noticed, his tense eyes softening as he told Yige, "Hang in there."
After Si Nan said this, Tang Yige tightened her fist again.
Si Nan used the sa thod to separate Tang Yige’s eyelids and drop the dicine into her eyes.
The pain from her forcibly stretched eyes quickly diminished with the dicine’s effect.
Tang Yige slightly parted her lips, letting out a gentle breath.
Si Nan turned and picked up the dical gauze, covering Yige’s eyes in two layers and tying it behind her head.
Everything was finished.
Si Nan placed the dicine and gauze back into the dical box stood up, glanced at the untouched dishes on the long table, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Stretching upright, Si Nan stood silently for two seconds before walking to the bag he had placed on the floor, pulled out a long-sleeved gown, held it montarily, then turned to Tang Yige and said, "Do you want to change yourself, or should I help?"
Tang Yige’s ears suddenly flushed, frowning imdiately, "I’ll do it myself!"
Si Nan said nothing, stood up, and handed the dress to Yige.
Yige received the dress.
Unable to see, she couldn’t tell front from back.
The dress spun several directions in her hands but none were correct.
Si Nan’s eye twitched slightly, stepped forward, took the dress from Yige’s hands, turned it to the right side, and handed it back to her.
Tang Yige held onto the dress, her face flushed, not for any reason but purely because she felt embarrassed by her own helplessness in front of him!
"Are you planning to stand in the room and watch change?"
Tang Yige faced his direction, asking.
Si Nan stared at her, wanting to say he’s already seen every inch of her.
But knowing well, if he said that now, Tang Yige would surely react strongly.
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