Song Xi's delicate eyebrows tensed with wariness.
If he were still only thinking about *that* at this moment, she would truly be furious.
As it turned out, Lou Yuming had at least a shred of conscience.
He stared at her swollen arm, his brow furrowed, "How did your hand get injured again?"
Something occurred to him, and his brow lifted in a mocking tone, "You got hurt and they didn't even give you a medal or anything? Truly capable."
"..."
Sarcastic.
But how did he know?
Song Xi ignored him and continued washing dishes.
His cold voice sounded behind her again.
"Still washing? Don't you want your hands anymore?"
Song Xi was getting a little angry, and she turned around, "Are you going to wash them if I don't?"
He glared at her, walked over, and threw the few bowls into the sink, "Do I lack those few bowls?"
Then he ordered her, "Come here."
Song Xi's eyes almost rolled to the back of her head.
She resigned herself and walked over, thinking how miserable her fate was to be stuck with such a demanding person!
Lou Yuming turned back and saw her limping, like a cripple. His thin lips tightened, and he strode forward directly, lifting her up.
"You're not very capable, yet you always get yourself into trouble. Why don't you just fly to the sky!"
"I wish I could..." she mumbled.
"Still dare to talk back?"
He shot her a glare, then tossed her forward.
Song Xi cried out in alarm, and the next second, she landed on the soft bed.
She bared her teeth, like a startled cat.
Lou Yuming made a phone call, then took an ice pack from the refrigerator.
He was not gentle at all, and with a "slap," he pressed it onto her arm.
Song Xi flinched, "It hurts! It's cold!"
"Endure it!"
His eyes were icy and fierce.
"All day long, you just cause trouble outside, and you never learn your lesson!"
Song Xi felt a little wronged, "Why are you so angry..."
"Foot."
Song Xi placed her foot on the bed and carefully took off her sock.
Her foot was beautiful, fair-skinned, small, and well-proportioned.
But it was wrapped in bandages, which had come undone.
Lou Yuming lifted the bandage and his brow furrowed as if he could crush a fly.
Song Xi only then realized it was bleeding.
The belated pain made her delicate eyebrows knit. She licked her dry lips, "Can you help me get new band..."
Before she could finish speaking, he turned and left.
... Was it necessary? She hadn't asked him to change it, just to help get a bandage.
Never mind, men were unreliable. She would have to rely on herself.
Song Xi stood on one leg and hopped out of the bedroom. She then saw Yao Yifan, panting, handing a large bag of unknown items to Lou Yuming.
"Why are you so late?"
Yao Yifan was covered in sweat, thinking he had already run a hundred-meter sprint.
Noticing Song Xi standing not far away, he caught his breath, "Miss Song..."
*Slap!*
The door was shut mercilessly.
Yao Yifan: "..."
Lou Yuming walked over, his figure stern and tall, "Still in the mood to chat?"
"..." She hadn't said a word.
Looking at the countless tubes of ointment in the bag, Song Xi was greatly surprised, "So that phone call you made was..."
"Go back to bed and sit down!"
Song Xi hopped around like a little rabbit.
Song Xi hadn't expected Lou Yuming to personally treat her wounds.
He placed her foot on his thigh, lowered his head, his gaze serious.
The scene was a bit strange, especially since he had just been yelling at her.
She quietly tried to pull her foot back, "Maybe I should just..."
His cool hand grasped her ankle, and his voice was deep, "Don't move!"
No...
It was a little ticklish!
Song Xi lifted her foot.
The whole world seemed to fall silent.
Lou Yuming's mouth twitched, and the next second, red blood slowly trickled from his nose.
Song Xi: "........... "