"This is not a matter of touching or not, it is a matter of principle." Su Wanqing lowered her head, and the scene of Luo Mingxuan and her mother having a "battle" on the sofa on their wedding night reappeared in her mind.
It was really hard for her to imagine that two people who had such intense love would live in a sexless marriage.
"Qingqing, what qualifications do you have to talk to me about principles?"
Yes, she has no principles, and she is not much smarter than him. Su Wanqing closed her eyes tiredly, leaned her head back, and sighed: "I'm sorry, pretend I didn't say anything."
The air became stagnant, and an awkward silence spread.
After arriving at the Luo family villa, Su Wanqing's mental condition had eased a lot. Luo Mingxuan urged her to go back to the room to rest, but she insisted on getting the medicine kit.
"Sit tight and don't move, if you don't want your left ear to become useless." Her tone was very stiff, but her movements of disinfecting and applying medicine were very gentle.
A happy look appeared on Luo Mingxuan's somewhat gray face, his eyes were like the deep sea, and he said: "Qingqing, you still care about me."
Su Wanqing squeezed the pus and blood with great force, and Luo Mingxuan grimaced in pain.
"There is too much pus, blood and rotten flesh left, please bear with it a little bit." Her voice was dry, but her hands became harder and harder.
Luo Mingxuan's forehead was so painful that he broke into cold sweat, but there was a gentle smile on his lips: "I know, you just care about me."
There was an inaudible hum from the top of his head, and his ears hurt and numbed, but his heart felt extremely comfortable. This kind of comfort could only be felt when he was alone with her.
"Qingqing, please leave Xichen, okay?" Once again, with a bit of hope, he asked.
Su Wanqing threw away the last piece of alcohol cotton, applied erythromycin ointment on the side of the wound, and said, "It's done. Remember not to tilt to the left side when sleeping at night to avoid pressing the wound."
"Qingqing, please leave Xichen, okay?" He turned his head and grabbed her slender arm, with a trace of prayer in his eyes like the deep sea.
Su Wanqing's face was expressionless, she calmly withdrew her arm and said in a calm tone: "Dad, I don't feel well. I'm going upstairs to rest first."
Luo Mingxuan's palms were empty. Looking at her depressed expression, he still didn't force her.
"Well, go ahead."
After Su Wanqing returned to the bedroom, Luo Mingxuan lit a cigarette and sat on the sofa, seemingly thinking about something.
Time passed minute by minute until Luo Xichen pushed the door open and entered.
"Dad, where is Wan Qing? Is she okay?" Luo Xichen looked a little anxious and his hair was a little messy. It seemed that he had rushed back early.
Luo Mingxuan raised his head, looked at him steadily, his eyes were deep, and said in a deep voice: "Where is Jiu Ge? You are not together?"
"Oh, Mom, she and Mechelle went shopping in the mall." Luo Xichen sat opposite and asked eagerly again, "Where is Wan Qing? Dad, you haven't told me how she is doing?"
Luo Mingxuan cut off the cigarette butt and said slowly without looking at his son, "Why don't you go shopping with your mother and Mechelle? How rude."
"Why should I help these women go shopping?" Luo Xichen frowned slightly, "What happened to Wan Qing?"
Luo Mingxuan turned his head, looked at his extremely anxious son with a very strange look, and asked: "What did you call her? Qingqing is your sister, how can you call her by her name?"