"So what if you like it? Can you still dance for the rest of your life? Let me tell you, health is the most important thing." Seeing that she didn't move her chopsticks, he picked up the food and brought it to her lips, "Open your mouth!"
"Ming, please! I really can't eat anymore!"
"Be obedient! The appetite is big and the hungry is small. What are you afraid of when you get fat? I like it."
She looked at him, and the persistence on his face did not allow her to object at all, so she had to open her mouth.
The result of giving in was that he drank another small bowl of rice and a large bowl of soup.
After eating, Yu Nianen lay down, his waist and abdomen still sore.
"Shall I put some water in for you to take a bath?" Rong Beiming touched her cheek and asked.
"No, that... no, forget it, I'll go by myself, I can only take a shower." She struggled to sit up and slowly got out of bed.
In fact, the doctor told her that it was best not to take a shower today, but looking at the situation, if she didn't want to be in trouble, she had no choice but to take a shower.
Anyway, she felt sweaty and uncomfortable all over her body, so she could also wash her hair.
"I'll help you!"
"No, that's me! Don't come in." Yu Nianen was anxious and shy. He took clothes and clean sanitary napkins and entered the bathroom, then locked the door with his backhand.
"I don't dislike it, what do you mind?" Rong Beiming frowned. He felt sorry for her. Does this woman really have zero IQ? Why doesn't she understand his heart at all?
He walked over, tried to twist the door handle, smiled helplessly, and actually locked the door. He raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Nian En, be careful. If you need anything, just call me. I'll be outside."
"Okay!" When Yu Nianen answered, he was leaning against the glass of the shower room so as not to collapse.
Turning on the water pipe, she washed her long hair and body as quickly as possible. She felt that she had to be fast, otherwise, the severe pain would knock her to the ground.
Because the pain she had to endure while standing was several times greater than lying down. She thought that in two days, she would definitely go to the hospital to have her waist checked, otherwise she was really afraid that it would break.
After taking a bath, she no longer had the energy to dry her hair, so she opened the bathroom door. As expected, Rong Beiming was standing there outside.
"Did you wash it? Are you okay?" he asked as he walked into the bathroom.
"It's okay, but I'm so tired. Ming, can you help me blow dry my hair?" She stood in front of the makeup mirror, supporting the marble countertop with her hands to support her whole body weight.
"You look so bad!" Rong Beiming looked at the beautiful figure in the mirror and picked her up.
"It hurts. Be gentle." Yu Nianen hung his neck hard to relieve the pain caused by swelling in the waist. "The waist will be broken."
Rong Beiming gently put her on the bed, helped her carefully lie down, and rested her head on the edge of the bed. Then he got up and took a hair dryer from the bathroom, and thoughtfully dried her long hair.
Her hair is long and soft, as smooth as silk, and feels excellent to the touch, like a piece of fine black silk, exuding an alluring luster under the orange light.
"Nian En, do you suffer like this every time?" Rong Beiming touched her long, blow-dried hair and twisted it around her fingertips.
She was stunned for a moment. Every time her aunt came to visit, she would definitely feel pain, but it was not this severe. She blinked her eyes and answered softly: "It hurt before, but not this severe. Maybe a few days ago, I was greedy.