“In the past, when I had a stomachache, my mother would feed me medicine and then hold me.
I'm so cold and in pain now, and I don't have my mother with me anymore.
Please, please allow me to be greedy. Just treat it as a stipulation in the contract, and don’t refuse me..."
Weak, helpless, and desolate.
Article 3 of the contract: The woman shall not be refused, including holding hands, hugging and other normal behaviors.
Bo Zhanye's eyes were dark and his thin lips were pressed into a thin line.
In the end, he didn't say anything and carried her upstairs.
"I found the medicine! How many pills should I take?" Lan Xixi was about to go downstairs, but when she saw Bo Zhanye coming up with Qin Qianluo in his arms, she said quickly:
"I'll go get the water first."
"Yeah." Bo Zhanye hummed softly, sat down on the bedside with Qin Qianluo in his arms, skillfully opened the medicine that Lan Xixi had put down, and poured out three pills.
Just as Lan Xixi took the water, he put the medicine into Qin Qianluo's mouth, took the water cup, and fed it to her mouth.
A series of movements are natural, smooth, elegant and considerate.
Qin Qianluo took the medicine and seemed to get a little relief, and stayed in Bo Zhanye's arms to endure the pain.
Bo Zhan Yewei pushed her away and hugged her quietly, his expression uncertain.
To him, this is just a task.
After a full hour, Qin Qianluo's pain dissipated a little and he gradually fell asleep.
Bo Zhanye got up and wanted to lay her down on the bed.
"Don't... hold me, just tonight, don't leave..." Qin Qianluo murmured and begged, holding him with her weak hands, unwilling to let go.
Like a helpless orphan, grabbing the only warm duckweed.
Bo Zhanye's face was a little dark and his body was slightly stiff.
After five seconds, he turned sideways and lay down with Qin Qianluo, and said to Lan Xi:
"It's getting late, you go back to your room and rest."
"Yeah, okay." Lan Xixi answered instinctively.
When leaving, she couldn't help but glance at the two people hugging each other. She knew clearly that it was a sign of comfort and companionship, but seeing her man holding another woman in his arms, she still felt a little uncomfortable and uncomfortable.
She returned to the room, took a shower, lay on the bed, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.
The night is deep and long.
The next day, the sun was shining brightly.
Lan Xixi got up early to make breakfast.
After a while, Bo Zhanye also came down with Qin Qianluo.
What was strange was that Qin Qianluo actually held his arm, his temperament was very gentle:
"Master Jiu, thank you for last night, otherwise I wouldn't know how I would have spent my time alone."
Bo Zhanye said calmly: "No need. Drink more porridge in the morning to nourish your stomach."
"Well, you sit down, I'll go to the kitchen and take a look." Qin Qianluo said in a friendly and intimate manner, let go of him, and turned around to go to the kitchen.
Lan Xixi immediately retracted her gaze, lowered her head and opened the rice cooker:
"I just made porridge. Miss Qin, just sit and wait."
"It's okay, I'll help you get the bowl." Qin Qianluo came over with a smile, and when she took out the bowl from the disinfection cabinet, she leaned very close to Lan Xixi and said in a low voice:
"Do you know what thoughts men will have when a woman is at her weakest?"
The words are profound and full of surprises.
Lan Xixi was startled.
When a woman is at her weakest, a man is most likely to have thoughts of protecting, giving, and possessing.
Could it be that besides hugging Qin Qianluo, what else did Bo Zhanye do last night?
Qin Qianluo looked at Lan Xixi's little face, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly:
"You are right. Master Jiu was so gentle and warm last night. I didn't expect that we could progress to that point.
Maybe, in the end, I don’t need to chase you away, and you can only leave.”