Ling Chuxia, because she didn’t stand firm on her feet, directly fell into Shi Che’s arms, her face crashing into Shi Che’s chest. Shi Che’s chest was hard, and Ling Chuxia only felt a sharp pain shooting up from her nasal bone, causing her to involuntarily gasp.
When Shi Che looked down, he saw Ling Chuxia nervously touching her nose to make sure it wasn’t crooked. This subconscious little gesture somewhat eased Shi Che’s irritable mood, and even brought a slight smile to his lips when he saw her stealthily sigh in relief after confirming her nose was not crooked.
After convincing herself that her original nose was not that fragile, she suddenly remembered she was still sitting in Shi Che’s lap. Her eyes widened dramatically and her pupils constricted, and she abruptly stood up from Shi Che’s lap and quickly said, "I’m... I’m so sorry!"
Her apology made the smile vanish from Shi Che’s lips completely, and even the mild easing of his irritability surged back, heavier than before.
He lifted his eyelids, looking at the overly cautious and apprehensive Ling Chuxia, thinking of her unconscious gestures just now, a hint of scorn slowly emerged in his eyes.
The so-called thirst is quenched by the thought of plums, which makes one’s mouth water just by thinking about eating plums, thus relieving thirst. Over the years, he had always been quenching his thirst in this manner.
Shi Che felt an intense headache, the temples on both sides throbbing painfully. He raised his hand, his long fingers firmly pinching the bridge of his nose, yet without any relief, causing his complexion to worsen and his aura to become increasingly gloomy.
Even without looking up, Ling Chuxia could feel that Shi Che was in a terrible mood. Naturally, she did not want to stay there as a target, even if it meant going to the kitchen to help Sister Hua. However, while she hesitated about whether to leave, she caught a glimpse of Shi Che’s pale and tense face from the corner of her eye.
His face was tight, his complexion pallid, his eyebrows habitually furrowed, and his lips tightly pursed. Seeing this, she knew Shi Che’s chronic headache had flared up again.
Ling Chuxia found herself unable to move. In fact, Shi Che didn’t have headaches when he was young. His headaches started a few months after his marriage and had been getting worse. She had always been unaware of the exact cause but knew that it must be because she hadn’t taken good care of Shi Che, allowing him to develop this condition. Ling Chuxia always felt guilty about this, so at that time, she went to a professional massage place and spent several months learning the skill from a master. Whenever Shi Che had a headache, she was able to help him soothe it effectively.
Out of concern, Ling Chuxia shed some of her hesitation. Without speaking, she simply walked around to the back of the sofa and slowly pressed her delicate fingers against Shi Che’s temples.