“Can I write this into an interview?”
She wasn’t trying to scoop an exclusive story, she just wanted the whole world to know he was a man of depth. Although he had said nothing happened with those women, she instinctively wanted to clear his reputation.
He was silent for a moment. “If you want to write, then write!”
When they entered the house, it was exactly nine o’clock.
Grandma Er turned off the TV and tremblingly rose from the rattan chair.
“Go wash up and go to bed early.” She glanced at Qing Yan’s shoulder. “You have a wound, be careful not to touch water, or it might fester. Zhan Yi, help her.”
Grandma Er pulled the cloth curtain and groped her way back to her room.
Wash up!? She groaned. She had forgotten that she couldn’t bathe by herself!
“Let’s go! Time to wash up.” He smiled with a mischievous intent.
She forced a laugh. “It’s still cold today, I, I won’t wash up now.”
“It was cold these past few days too, and you asked your second sister to help you bathe every day.”
“That’s because my second sister was here!” she argued righteously.
“I’m here too!” he argued even more righteously.
She was about to lose her temper! “Wei Zhan Yi, if you think I’ll let you do as you please, you’re wrong.”
He looked innocent. “I don’t want to ‘do as I please’, I just want to show gentlemanly courtesy and help a damsel in distress take a bath.”
“You’ll get a stye!” she shouted.
“I’m willing to sacrifice myself.” He picked her up horizontally. “Come on! Girls who don’t bathe are stinky babies.”
“Let me go, quickly let me go!”
She kicked her legs, almost falling to the ground, then quickly wrapped her arms around his neck.
He could stay steady and not “flip over”, but her shoulder couldn’t handle intense movement, and she gasped in pain.
“Don’t move, if the wound opens, we’ll have to drive at least three hours to the nearest hospital.”
“Let me go and it’ll be fine.” She forcefully poked his chest.
“Not letting go. Do you think I’d miss such a good opportunity?”
“I’ll go back and…”
