Is this woman devoid of any sense of pain?
Shi Che’s dark pupils slightly narrowed as he immediately threw back the covers and got out of bed. He carelessly donned a robe and strode quickly to Ling Chuxia’s back, bent slightly at the waist, grasped Ling Chuxia’s arm, and was about to pull her up, "What are you doing? Stop picking them up!"
Her head had already bumped into something, yet she was still preoccupied with picking up those damned pills.
Ling Chuxia was unwilling to stand up. Her hands kept moving swiftly to pick them up. Although she tried to maintain her composure, the tremble in her voice betrayed her, "I’ll be done soon."
Shi Che’s frown deepened, and his voice took on a hint of annoyance, "What are you still picking up for? Are we so short on money we can’t afford to buy more medicine?"
Ling Chuxia was at a loss for words. She pursed her lips and tried to pick up all the scattered pills on the floor as quickly as possible, otherwise... if Shi Che discovered something amiss, she truly couldn’t imagine the consequences.
Shi Che was gradually losing patience. His grip on Ling Chuxia’s arm tightened, and with a little force, he lifted her straight up. Ling Chuxia dared not struggle, but she stretched out her arms forcefully. In the last second as Shi Che pulled her up, she managed to pick up the last pill and put it into the medicine box.
Shi Che really didn’t understand why she was so persistent about picking up that pill. It had fallen to the ground, could it still be eaten?
Shi Che’s dark eyes coldly stared at the medicine box that Ling Chuxia clutched tightly in her hand, as if afraid it would be snatched away. His gaze grew even more intense. He lifted his hand and unceremoniously poked her head at the spot where it had been hit.
Ling Chuxia immediately gasped in pain, her brows furrowing at once, her complexion, already a bit pale, turned even more ashen now.
Shi Che, looking at her , didn’t know whether to be angry or to laugh. He stared at Ling Chuxia and coldly huffed, "And here I thought you didn’t know what pain felt like!"
Ling Chuxia had been so focused on the pill, afraid that Shi Che would discover something, and only thought about picking it up quickly. She hadn’t noticed her head bumping into something, but now, as her attention shifted, she hurriedly felt the throbbing pain on her head.
The poke from Shi Che’s finger made her utter a soft "um"
Ling Chuxia didn’t dare contradict Shi Che. She stood there with her head slightly bowed, enduring the pain and frowning without making any further sound. As Shi Che watched, his belly full of concern turned into anger, which then slowly transformed into helplessness.
She had been for three years, and he knew it. How could he expect her to change back all at once? The anger in Shi Che’s eyes subsided, leaving only frustration.
He glared bitterly at Ling Chuxia, then without a word, turned around and took long strides out of the bedroom.
Ling Chuxia didn’t know where Shi Che was going. As soon as he left, she couldn’t hold back anymore, her face fell abruptly, scrunching up, and she gently rubbed the bumped area, wincing in pain.
But soon Shi Che returned, holding an ice pack in his hand. Seeing Ling Chuxia still standing dazedly in the same spot, he reached out with his long arm, pulled Ling Chuxia to the side of the bed, pressed her to sit down, and then he stood in front of her, the ice pack in his hand pressed firmly against her head.
Perhaps because he harbored a trace of resentment, his movement was far from gentle, utterly rough even. The ice collided with the wound, causing Ling Chuxia to shiver from the pain.
Shi Che felt her shiver. The darkness in his eyes persisted, yet the force in his hand lightened unconsciously.