After a while, Su Yanle returned with a basin of ice water. She carefully placed it beside Song Ziwei, soaked a towel in it, and wrung it dry.
"Song Ziwei, turn over.”
Song Ziwei slowly turned over, while Su Yanle was still urging him to do so.
"Hurry up, Song Ziwei. I'm freezing!”
He could not help but roll his eyes again.
"Do you think it's fried fish? Flipping over just like that?" When Song Ziwei finally turned over, Su Yanle had already untied his nightgown belt.
"Does it hurt here?" As Su Yanle spoke, he pressed down on Song Ziwei's waist.
"Su Yanle!" Song Ziwei almost jumped up in pain.
"It hurts! You still want to be a doctor? Even being a woman is a problem."
Su Yanle pretended not to hear him. He calmly lifted Song Ziwei's sleeping robe and gently placed the towel on his waist.
"Looks like there's really no problem with the bone. It's just that the muscle beside it has been strained. It should be fine after some medicine and massage.”
Song Ziwei was furious.
"Didn't I already say that I'm fine!"
"Oh?" Su Yanle moved closer to him playfully." It seems like you're very experienced. If you keep twisting like this, is your waist still useful?" Hahaha."
Song Ziwei was furious, but he couldn't move or say anything. He had nowhere to vent his anger, so he just lay there quietly and sulked.
He looked at the silly woman in front of him. At this time, she was very ignorant and came over.
"Don't be angry. I was just joking. But you seem to be quite experienced in this. You don't really do it often."
"Actually, I also went to medical school for a year.”Song Ziwei interrupted her calmly.
Su Yanle looked at him, slightly surprised.
"Then what happened?"
Song Ziwei spoke before she could finish.
"Later, I went abroad to study economics because of Yang Jing.”
In Su Yanle's impression, he had never called her 'Yang Jing' or 'Mom' before.
Su Yanle was exhausted after being disturbed by Song Ziwei in the morning and being threatened by him for half a day.
Song Ziwei was lying there quietly, fiddling with his phone. Su Yanle leaned against the back of the bed. Her vision was blurry from sleepiness. Her eyelids kept drooping. Just as she was about to close them, Song Ziwei's annoying voice came from beside her.
"Hey, I can apply the medicine now."
Su Yanle was shocked and sat up straight.
"Medicine?" She blinked hard to stay awake.
"Did you lose your memory? Let me remind you, this morning, I woke up perfectly fine and was kicked out of bed by a burly woman. She didn't even allow me to do so."
"Alright, stop talking! I got it. I'll go get the medicine." As Su Yanle spoke, she quickly got out of bed and went to the living room to look for medicine.
He found it.
Su Yanle stood in front of a large cabinet.
This was the cabinet where the medicine was kept. It was full. Su Yanle looked carefully and realized that it seemed to be divided according to the members of the family.
There was a small colored card on each grid, with the name of the person using that grid written on it. There was also a small picture drawn with crayons, which seemed to have been made by a child.
The first and fourth floors were empty. Su Yanle leaned closer to take a look.
On the top layer, the word 'father' was written in childish strokes. Beside it was a middle-aged man with a smile on his face. He was wearing glasses and his mouth was wide open. He looked happy.
Su Yanle only knew that her father had passed away a long time ago. After coming here, she had never seen his face. After thinking about it carefully, she did not seem to have a family photo at home.
On the second floor, the words 'Mom' were written, and there was also a portrait beside it. Su Yanle wanted to laugh after seeing it.
They really did look alike.
The person on it had a head of shoulder-length hair and wore a long earring. He pursed his lips and revealed a faint smile.
Yang Jing usually preferred this kind of elegant dangling earrings.
There was medicine on the third floor. Su Yanle thought that this was Song Ziwei's. As expected, the card hanging on it said 'Older Brother'.
She knew that Song Ziwei had a younger brother called Song Ziqian. It was said that he died when he was very young, but she had never heard Song Ziwei and Yang Jing mention him.
It seemed that this was the work of this boy Qian. He must be a smart child.
Song Ziwei in the painting had bangs that stuck to his forehead, his eyes were curved from a smile, and he had a basketball under his arm.
She continued to read. The last one was Song Ziqian's square. Su Yanle looked at it and was amused. It was in the shape of a round ball, with a watermelon head drawn on it. There were eyes and a nose in the middle, and a mouth that was smiling so widely that it almost reached the ears. This round ball also had hands and feet. It was squatting on the ground. There was even a conversation bubble attached to it.
Ball: " Brother said that I'm a round ball."
Su Yanle laughed out loud when he saw this. So this was Song Ziqian's drawing of himself. Because his brother said he looked like a ball, he really did draw himself into a ball.
Perhaps at that time, when he was young, his eyes were filled with his family every day and he did not know how to describe himself.
"What took you so long? Did you die outside?”
Song Ziwei's voice suddenly came from the room, and Su Yanle was shocked again.
She really didn't know when she would get a heart attack if she was shocked by him every day.
Su Yanle complained in his heart, but his hands still quickly began to rummage through Song Ziwei's medicine cabinet to find medicine for bruises. However, his elbow carelessly swept away a large bag of things.
She quickly bent down to pick it up, only to find that the bag was filled with Chinese medicine.
They were all resting and sleeping.
Was Song Ziwei still suffering from insomnia?
Puzzled, Su Yanle put away the bag and hurriedly walked into the room with the ointment.
"Are you asleep outside? Getting medicine is slower than going out to buy medicine.”Song Ziwei laid down impatiently and threw his phone aside.
"I waited for you until my phone ran out of battery.”He picked up his phone and waved it." Quick, help me charge it."”
Su Yanle took the phone angrily. He felt like an old maid hired by Song Ziwei.
"Pull up your clothes. I'll help you apply the medicine.”Su Yanle knelt down beside Song Ziwei.
Song Ziwei slowly reached out to lift his pajamas, but he suddenly felt a chill on his back. Only then did he realize that Su Yanle had already pulled his clothes up.
"Why are you being so shy? Where's the force from taking off your clothes in front of me?”Su Yanle said casually.
Song Ziwei lay on his stomach and didn't say anything. His ears slowly turned red.
Su Yanle didn't say anything. He quickly poured the medicine into his hand and gently reached for Song Ziwei's waist.
The moment he touched his skin, Song Ziwei could not help but shiver.
Only then did she realize that her hands were probably too cold.
"Wait a moment."
Su Yanle raised his hand, blew a breath of hot air into his mouth, and rubbed it hard.
"My hands have been cold since I was young. I'm sorry.”She pressed her hands hard, trying to make her palms heat up.
"It's not because your hands are cold." Song Ziwei, who had been quiet for a long time, finally spoke.
"I'm just not used to others touching me.”
Su Yanle raised his hands, which had just been rubbed, and didn't know what to do.
The two of them fell silent.
Su Yanle looked at Song Ziwei, who was sprawled on the ground with his back exposed. Only then did she realize that being locked up in a room with a boy was already a very ambiguous thing.
"Um, then I won't help you massage your twisted area. I just... Just apply it gently. Bear with it, it'll be quick.”
"Yes." Song Ziwei replied gloomily.
Su Yanle pursed his lips.
What was this? Now, she had become a thankless person. She did not know who had ordered her to help him apply the medicine just now.
She finally applied the medicine carefully. Her hands seemed to be a little cold again. At this time, for some reason, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her palm. Fortunately, her hands were covered in medicine, so Song Ziwei could not feel it.
When she touched Song Ziwei's body again, even she herself was shocked.
This was the first time she had touched a boy's skin so directly.
And in this awkward atmosphere.
Song Ziwei buried his head in the pillow and didn't say a word.
Su Yanle couldn't see his expression, but she also felt lucky.
Song Ziwei's back was warm. His muscles were clearly so tight, but she still felt a soft touch on her hand. His originally cold hands were getting hotter and hotter.
It wasn't just his hands. Su Yanle felt that his face was getting hotter and hotter. Although he couldn't see it, he knew that it was definitely a big red patch. He couldn't help but curse himself in his heart.
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