Fiancée? When did I agree to his proposal? I did promise him for Yin Zhongtian. I wish he’d propose more formally, under a cherry blossom tree, asking me once more: Will you marry me? Then, I could tell him: I will. Not for anyone else, just because I want to.
But knowing Ye Zhengchen, if there’s a shortcut, he’d never take the long way around.
I finished organizing my things as night fell. Ye Zhengchen smacked his lips. “Darling, I need to take a shower.”
He always remembers these things clearly.
“Okay, where do you want to wash?” I thought of his wound that can’t get wet. “In the bathroom or on the bed?”
He looked at me plaintively. “The doctor said I can’t do anything too intense.”
I shouldn’t have asked for his opinion.
“Come on, I’ll help you to the bathroom.” I supported him out of bed, and locked the door to prevent his overzealous nurse from interrupting us – that would be impossible to explain.
A scorching heat surged up, burning my face, luckily he had his eyes closed and didn’t see it. “Really? Who said that?” he smiled. “I just happen to have brought a formal suit.”
My impression of formal suits came from the occasions where soldiers wore them on TV, full of longing and respect. When I looked up at him, his lips were pursed, the corners slightly raised, a deadly flirtation. At this moment, the thick gauze reminded me that he was injured and I shouldn’t take advantage of him.
My unconsciously hesitant hand rubbed against his waist for a long time until he opened his eyes and asked, “Are you testing me?” I retorted that he was the one who asked me to help him shower, and he inhaled and asked if I had to rub like that. I glared at him and casually used the smallest water stream to rinse his body.
The water was slightly cool, his body shivered slightly, I wanted to adjust the water temperature but it became too hot again. At this moment, Ye Zhengchen couldn’t bear it anymore and pushed me against the cold wall, snatching the showerhead with one hand and showering me.
