After finishing the last mouthful of sweet soup, Shen Gonglin tugged at his clothes and revealed the bandages underneath. The penetrating wound from back then had nearly healed, but it still hurt if he moved carelessly, so Fu Hua would not let him remove the bandages. And petty Shen Gonglin had blamed all of this on Durandal. He was someone who feared pain so much, yet she had actually caused him such suffering. He had to make Durandal hurt once too.
At the very least, hurt badly enough that she could not walk for days.
"What? You're still injured?"
Mei could no longer sit still. Why had Shen Gonglin not told her about this? The girl hurried to his side. There were not only injuries on his shoulder, but also marks on his neck where a blade had cut him. What exactly had happened? Who had been so ruthless to him? Did they really think there were no adults in this house?
"The wound on my neck was from a maid who cut me back then, but it doesn't hurt anymore. The shoulder hurts the most. I haven't bathed in several days. Class President won't let me touch water, and she won't wash me either. She's so mean."
As if he had finally found someone he could act spoiled with, Shen Gonglin whispered this into Mei's ear. The girl's ears reddened slightly. Her purple eyes glanced at him. Why was he telling her something like this? Was he hinting at something? Wasn't it normal for Class President not to bathe him? Why did he have to say such things to her? Could Shen Gonglin possibly be...
It probably was not what she thought it was, right?
She did like taking care of people, but not to that extent.
Fu Hua