books44 Chapter 128 Just Think of Song Shiye as a Doctor
Chapter 128 Just Think of Song Shiye as a Doctor
After breakfast, or to be exact, breakfast and lunch together, Su Ruonan still felt sore and weak all over, so she decided to go back to bed.
As for studying at Song Shiye’s company, I’ll just be lazy for a day today.
The curtains in the bedroom were all drawn, blocking out the dazzling light outside and making it difficult to tell the difference between day and night.
Su Ruonan didn't care about anything else now. All she wanted to do was lie on the soft bed.
I don’t know how long I slept. I heard someone entering the room in a daze, but Su Ruonan was too lazy to move.
It was not until the quilt covering her lower body was lifted and her thighs were touched by a pair of warm hands that Su Ruonan woke up.
When I looked up, I saw Song Shiye sitting by the bed with two tubes of ointment in his hands.
Su Ruonan rubbed her eyes and asked softly, "What time is it?"
"It's four o'clock," Song Shiye replied.
After a few seconds, Su Ruonan thought of a question, that is, why was Song Shiye still at home at this time? Shouldn't he be in the company?
"You didn't go to the company today?"
Song Shiye looked at Su Ruonan and nodded.
"You were not feeling well, so you didn't go to the company today." Song Shiye explained.
Su Ruonan: ……
Not that much!
It would have been fine if Song Shiye didn't mention it. As soon as he did, those disturbing and blushing scenes came flooding back, making Su Ruonan want to escape.
Afraid that Song Shiye would notice something was wrong with her, Su Ruonan cleared her throat and changed the subject: "What medicine is this? Are you injured?" As she spoke, her eyes fell on the ointment next to Song Shiye's hand.
Song Shiye glanced at Su Ruonan deeply and said casually, "It's for you."
Me? Su Ruonan pointed at herself, her face looking extremely surprised.
"Stretch out your hand, I'll apply medicine for you." Song Shiye said gently.
Hearing this, Su Ruonan remembered that the burn on her hand had not healed yet.
He obediently handed his injured hand to Song Shiye.
Song Shiye picked up one of them, squeezed some paste out on a cotton swab, and carefully applied it on Su Ruonan's burned hand.
After applying the ointment, Su Ruonan raised her hand obediently and waited for Song Shiye to apply another tube of ointment. There were two tubes available.
Su Ruonan naturally thought that both ointments were used to treat the burns on her hands.
"The application on your hands is done, wife." After saying that, Song Shiye threw the cotton swab into the trash can beside him.
"Isn't there still one that hasn't been applied?" Su Ruonan said after looking at the ointment, with obvious doubt in her eyes.
Song Shiye's eyes darkened, his Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously, and he swallowed his saliva imperceptibly.
His eyes fell on a certain part of Su Ruonan's waist and abdomen and then moved away.
Su Ruonan understood and immediately realized the purpose of this ointment.
Her eyes flickered, her cheeks were tinged with pink, and her round, watery eyes were lowered. Unlike before, there was a hint of charm in the corners of her eyes.
Because of nervousness and shyness, my fingers subconsciously tugged at the corner of the quilt.
Although the two have been honest with each other, Su Ruonan still finds it hard to accept Song Shiye doing such an intimate thing for her.
"Wife, let me do it." Song Shiye's tone was unusually calm.
"I...I...I can do it myself." Su Ruonan spoke intermittently, her voice as soft as a mosquito.
Because of nervousness and shyness, her fingers subconsciously tugged at the corner of the quilt.
Although the two of them have been honest with each other, Su Ruonan still feels embarrassed and difficult to accept if Song Shiye does such an intimate thing on her behalf.
"No," Su Ruonan's voice became softer. She lowered her head slightly, her cheeks flushed, and reiterated.
She bit her lip and tried to remain calm, but she couldn't hide her inner nervousness and uneasiness.
Song Shiye looked at Su Ruonan with burning eyes: "Wife, you don't have to be shy, we are already husband and wife, not to mention more intimate things..."
Without waiting for Song Shiye to finish speaking, Su Ruonan didn't care about being shy and quickly covered Song Shiye's mouth with her hand.
The voice trembled: "You...don't say anymore."
Song Shiye raised the corner of his mouth and said lazily: "Okay, I won't say anything."
"You can't see, so how about I help you?"
Su Ruonan turned her gaze to Song Shiye's face and saw Song Shiye's persistence.
Forget it, just throw it away!
Let him paint if he wants!
Su Ruonan thought to herself: It’s just applying some medicine, just pretend Song Shiye is a doctor.
It only took a few seconds, very quickly, and Su Ruonan thought that it would be over if she just endured it.
So he nodded slightly, then lay down on the bed and pulled the quilt over his head to hide his expression.
Song Shiye glanced at Su Ruonan who was covered by the quilt and frowned. Even though he disagreed with Su Ruonan's behavior, he didn't say anything.
Su Ruonan covered her eyes and could not see anything. In the November city of Beijing, a layer of fine sweat even seeped out of her palms.
Suddenly, the cold touch made Su Ruonan's body tremble slightly unconsciously. She bit her lips tightly, trying to ignore the strange touch coming from her lower body.
Su Ruonan took a deep breath, and just when she thought she had applied it, the strange feeling came over her again. She bit her lips tightly, afraid that she would make any strange noises, and she grabbed the quilt with both hands to cover herself tightly.
"Okay," Song Shiye said calmly.
This "OK" made Su Ruonan feel relieved.
Su Ruonan felt uncomfortable, and Song Shiye, who was applying medicine for Su Ruonan, also felt uncomfortable.
Even so, Song Shiye was willing.
A thin layer of sweat appeared, and the sticky feeling made Su Ruonan feel a little uncomfortable, but since the medicine had just been applied, Su Ruonan could only endure the sticky feeling on her body.
Su Ruonan pulled the quilt off her body, then quickly turned sideways and lay with her back to Song Shiye.
Her heart was beating fast, a blush appeared on her face, and she didn't dare to look into Song Shiye's eyes.
Song Shiye looked at her reaction, the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He knew that Su Ruonan was shy, but he did not point it out. He just said softly: "Wife, Mom asked us to go back to the old house for dinner tomorrow. Do you want to go?"
Hearing this, Su Ruonan's attention was immediately diverted. She turned around and looked at Song Shiye: "Okay." The worry in her eyes was visible to the naked eye.
Sooner or later, the ugly daughter-in-law will have to meet her parents-in-law. She has already met her mother-in-law, but she has not met anyone else yet. Su Ruonan couldn't help but feel a little worried.
The gap between him and Song Shiye is there, and it is an unchangeable fact.
What if Song Shiye’s other family members don’t like me?