Care
729 Words
"Pei Lichuan, it's not that I want to take care of you; it's just that I'm doing it for the sake of Qin Butler!"
Xia Qiao lay back, looking down at the drunk Pei Lichuan, mumbling to herself.
The man was lying on his back, deeply asleep.
Xia Qiao struggled to remove his shirt, lifting his arm and putting on a clean outfit.
She was very careful, but inevitably, her fingers brushed over his brow, waking him.
"Mm?" Pei Lichuan frowned heavily, mumbling in discontent.
"Changing your clothes so you don’t catch a cold," Xia Qiao's voice was soft, almost like she was coaxing a child, gentle and soothing, soon putting Pei Lichuan back into a deep sleep.
Xia Qiao sighed, then gently began to change his pants.
As her fingers touched his... Xia Qiao froze, hesitation and unspeakable emotions flashing in her eyes.
"Ha!"
Xia Qiao took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and tremblingly pulled down his trousers inch by inch.
In just a few seconds, her eyes met his long, straight legs, with two ghastly scars on his calves.
After the car accident, Pei Lichuan’s lower legs were injured. Although he had surgery, he could no longer walk. She hadn't had a chance to closely examine them before, but now the scars were vividly displayed, indeed frightening.
Such large scars must have been very painful at the time.
In an instant, Xia Qiao's heart softened.
"Forget it, I won’t hold it against you," Xia Qiao slowly lifted his legs and gently put his pants back on.
While putting on the pants, Xia Qiao’s hands inevitably brushed against the texture of his legs, feeling the intense heat, making her fingers curl up and her cheeks flush.
As she helped him put on his pants, her eyes continuously assessed his legs.
Xia Qiao’s grandmother was also bedridden, and she knew well that if the legs are not used for a long time, they would gradually atrophy.
But Pei Lichuan’s legs, aside from the scars, were actually no different from normal ones!
"With such good care, it must have cost a lot!" Xia Qiao thought silently.
After fastening Pei Lichuan’s pants and covering him with a thin blanket, Xia Qiao’s sympathy, stirred by the scars, led her to wring out a towel and gently wipe his face and fingers.
Once she finished everything, she twisted her neck and left.
Pei Lichuan was not in the room. Xia Qiao sneaked in to take a shower. After her bath, she glanced longingly at the spacious and comfortable bed in the room but reluctantly left for the small living room and curled up on the sofa.
With the room's owner absent, if she dared to sleep in the bed, Pei Lichuan would probably strangle her tomorrow!
Xia Qiao, lost in thought, soon closed her eyes and fell asleep.
But her sleep was not peaceful. Her mind kept churning, as if someone was constantly speaking to her.
— Xia Qiao, it’s because of you that Mo’er was kidn*pped! Remember, you’ll never be able to repay Mo’er for what you owe her in this lifetime!
— Xia Qiao, your sister is a perfect young lady. You should just be an ordinary person.
— Xia Qiao, your sister cannot marry a cripple. Help her once more.
...
"Ha!" Xia Qiao gasped for air, waking up from the cold, her arms and legs covered in goosebumps, feeling extremely cold.
In June, the days were warm, but the nights were a bit chilly. She had slept restlessly, kicked off the blanket, and left the window wide open, which was why she woke up cold.
By the pale light on the horizon, she got out of bed and walked to the window to close it.
"Mm?"
Suddenly, Xia Qiao froze.
Not far outside the window, under a large tree, Pei Lichuan sat in a wheelchair, his head lowered, staring motionlessly at the rose garden in the distance.
Above him was the cold, round moon, with its clear light casting a lonely shadow on him.
"Really not taking care of yourself. Getting drunk and then sitting in the cold wind!" Xia Qiao muttered, curled back up on the small sofa. After rolling around a few times, she got up in frustration.
She really couldn’t ignore it!
Xia Qiao sighed and found a thin blanket, tiptoeing outside to find Pei Lichuan.
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