Just like that, she had let the honorable young master go commando for the duration of an entire meal.
Song Xinya had just been thinking how good she was at taking care of people. What great care this was—she took such good care of him that the young master ate with his bare bottom out.
What would her next step in taking care of him look like?
Eating completely stark naked?
A drop of sweat formed on Song Xinya's forehead.
So embarrassing!
Song Xinya: Why didn't you remind me after Jin Ruizhi and Jian Yiyi left just now?
Qin Yuhe: I knew you definitely hadn't rested or eaten well these past few days, so I wanted you to enjoy a proper meal.
Song Xinya's heart was enveloped in a gentle warmth: You... well... putting on pants is also very important.
Qin Yuhe didn't change his expression, his voice steady and clear: I wasn't exposed. I was covered by a quilt. The purpose of clothes is to cover the body, and the quilt on me already served that purpose. I have nothing to be embarrassed about, and you don't need to feel guilty or dwell on it.
Song Xinya felt comforted by this.
Then I'll put your pants on for you now?
Alright.
Song Xinya picked up the blue and white striped pants, rolling up the pant legs together so they would be easier to slip over his feet.
Once again, she crouched between his legs.
The fabric brushed over his ankles, rubbed past his calves, and got stuck at his firm, muscular thighs.
Song Xinya: You need to lift your hips.
Qin Yuhe was currently sitting on the bed, both hands wrapped in gauze, unable to exert any force.
Propping himself up on the bed with his hands—a very simple action normally—was something he couldn't do right now.
Which meant he couldn't lift his hips.
Song Xinya realized this too: Lie down, I'll hold your legs and lift them up.
Qin Yuhe: There's another way. I can use my forearms to prop myself up on the bed and lift my hips that way.
Song Xinya: Exerting force requires your whole body. You still have injuries on your abdomen, so it's better if you don't move. It'll hurt. Let me do it.
Qin Yuhe: With my current physical condition, if we wanted to do it, you'd have to sit on top.
Song Xinya's delicate red lips parted: You're hurt this badly, how can you still be thinking about that?
Qin Yuhe: Well, I'm just lying here with nothing better to do.
Song Xinya held his legs and placed them on the bed.
She supported his shoulders with both hands, giving him leverage to slowly lie down.
After he was lying down properly, she looked down. When she caught a glimpse of something, she averted her eyes as if shocked by electricity, her heart pounding fiercely.
Qin Yuhe looked at the blush rising on her porcelain-white face and curled his lips.
He remembered earlier, in the Bilao Mountains, when venom from a spitting cobra splashed onto his neck. Worried about swelling, she had stripped off his clothes to examine him, but her expression had been like she was looking at a lump of iron, completely devoid of any reaction.
Qin Yuhe: I thought you were immune to my body.
Song Xinya: Why do you ask that?
Qin Yuhe: That day in the Bilao Mountains, when you checked my body, how come you were as calm as still water, without the slightest reaction?
Song Xinya: I was only worried about you being poisoned by snake venom. How could I have any other thoughts?
Qin Yuhe curled his lips into a smile and said: Come here, bring your ear closer to me.
Song Xinya did as told, leaning in close to him, her ear near his lips.
Qin Yuhe's warm breath brushed against the shell of her ear: Sweetheart, you have other thoughts about me now.
Song Xinya felt her heart soften and her cheeks burn from his teasing.
Even severely injured, he was this flirtatious. Was he trying to kill her?
The main point was that they couldn't even do it right now, boohoo!
They could only hold it in, boohoo!
Song Xinya pretended to have no reaction, her pinkish-white fingers hooking the waistband of his pants and pulling them up.
He was lying down, and she was standing, putting on his pants. This position meant she was standing right between his legs.
Song Xinya's heart thumped loudly.
Suddenly, she remembered that the hospital room door wasn't closed.
However, there shouldn't be anyone coming.
Because they hadn't returned to Jingbei yet; they were still in the prefecture-level city where the Bilao Mountains were located.
Suddenly, the main door to the ward was pushed open, hitting the wall with a loud bang.
Qin Yuhe's pants still weren't all the way up, interrupted once again.
Swish! Song Xinya pulled the quilt up and covered Qin Yuhe.
She was getting more and more skilled at this action.
Coming uninvited, who was it?
Song Xinya turned around and saw Old Madam Qin, Old Master Qin, and Qin's father, Qin Hanxiao.
She was utterly shocked.
When Old Madam Qin saw her precious grandson on the hospital bed, tears immediately welled up. She ran incredibly fast, all her usual complaints of backaches and leg pains completely vanishing, practically sprinting to Qin Yuhe's side.
Little He, oh my, our family's Little He, who has always been in such great health and hasn't been sick in eight hundred years, is actually staying in a hospital suite.
Qin Yuhe: Grandma, don't exaggerate. This bed is only 1.2 meters wide.
Old Madam Qin: What kind of rubbish hospital is this? They don't even have a 2.5-meter wide bed. Call the director of this hospital over, I want to file a complaint!
Old Master Qin walked over and held Old Madam Qin down: Do you think this is a hotel, where you can be picky and choose a 2.5-meter king-size bed?
Qin Hanxiao looked over Qin Yuhe on the bed. Although he and Qin Yuhe usually clashed like a needle against an awl, finding each other mutually repulsive, he didn't show a very happy expression at this moment either.
How did you get hurt this badly?
Qin Yuhe: It's not that serious. My life isn't in danger.
Qin Hanxiao: That's good then.
Qin Yuhe: Your ATM is safe, is that it?
Qin Hanxiao sneered: You're lying in bed unable to get up, yet you still don't forget to take a jab at me.
Old Madam Qin's expression froze: Little He is hurt so badly he can't even get out of bed!
The old lady wailed to the heavens, wiping her tears with a small handkerchief.
Ahhh, my precious grandson, how did you get hurt so badly? Ahhh, my precious grandson.
Qin Yuhe's ears hurt from the noise: Grandma, I'm really not hurt to that extent. I can sit, and I can stand up.
Old Madam Qin: Then stand up and show me.
Qin Yuhe didn't move, because he wasn't wearing pants.
Old Madam Qin: You see, I knew it! You only report the good news and hide the bad. You must be terribly injured, unable to sit or stand. Doesn't that mean... oh my heavens, my precious grandson is paralyzed!
What are you hiding for? Quick, let Grandma see where you're hurt!
The old lady was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan and reached out to pull back the quilt!
