Rest and Recuperation (Part 1)

The ward was serene, filled with the scent of flowers, and elegant.

Jiaming shifted his body, feeling like a zongzi, a sticky rice dumpling wrapped in leaves. Of course, he wasn't the only one. On the other hospital bed in the room, there was another, even more impressively wrapped zongzi. If that person were to get out of bed, they wouldn't even need to wear clothes.

Of course, that was just a metaphor, Jiaming thought. If that old man had beaten the girl so badly that she had to be tightly wrapped from her legs down, that would be too perverse.

"Jiaming, come here, I bought canned oranges today. Have a bite, open your mouth, ah—"

"Ah... but they say canned food has coloring..."

"Just eat it when I tell you to! Don't talk!"

"Okay..." A segment of orange was placed in his mouth. "Shasha, you change your expression so fast. Did you learn from a Sichuan master?"

"Say that again and I'll hit you." Shasha smiled and raised her hand. Jiaming, intimidated, dared not speak further and focused on eating the orange.

"By the way, Shasha, why are you here so early today? Don't you have class?" After a long while, he finally asked.

"It's the school recitation competition today. It was planned all along, did you forget?" Shasha smiled, offering the remaining half can of oranges. Jiaming waved his hand, indicating he was full. "Lingjing is also participating. Didn't you watch her performance?"

"Of course I watched it before skipping class." Shasha smiled. "Lingjing will probably get first place anyway. Maybe she'll come over with her award later. You're not eating anymore, so can I give it to her?" She gestured to the girl sleeping in the adjacent bed.

"Sure."

Regardless, they had gone through hardship together. Over the past two days, Shasha had paid some attention to the Japanese girl in the same room, but this was the first time she had actively approached her. Sensing someone's presence, Yuechi Xun sat up slightly on the bed. From her neck down, her entire body was wrapped in white bandages. However, this girl's spirit and body were incredibly resilient. She had been able to kill people before receiving treatment, so her mobility was no longer an issue. Lying there, the girl elegantly bowed halfway to Shasha.

"Uh... hello... here... for you." Faced with such elegance and politeness, Shasha seemed a bit flustered. She handed over the canned oranges with a spoon placed inside, then hastily returned a half bow.

Yuechi Xun glanced at the half can of oranges, but her gaze went past Shasha, towards Jiaming in the other bed. At that moment, Jiaming was looking out the window at the scenery, showing no reaction. After a moment of hesitation, she reached out her bandaged hands and took the can. "Arigato."

"Mhm, arigato, arigato..." Shasha replied unculturedly, then ran back to Jiaming. "Jiaming, what does 'arigato' mean?"

"Thank you," Jiaming said, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, right, arigato means thank you, and sayonara means goodbye. I forgot!" Shasha stuck out her tongue. "So was my answer completely off the mark just now?"

"Obviously. But... why are you so afraid of her?" Jiaming asked, full of confusion.

"It's not that I'm afraid, but I think she's amazing. Seeing you get beaten by that scoundrel Cao Dongfeng for so long, I figured you must have been in unbearable pain. She was beaten by that perverted old man for three days! And look, her posture when eating is so elegant." Shasha clicked her tongue and pulled Jiaming to watch the girl eat. Yuechi Xun was eating the oranges in small, elegant bites, like a noble lady from ancient China. Shasha was completely captivated. "She's even more amazing than Lingjing."

"That doesn't even look human anymore!" Since Shasha liked to gossip, Jiaming maliciously started talking about personal matters. "Look at her, her mouth can only open that much. What will she do when she eats a steamed bun? Hard to imagine, right? She always keeps her mouth closed, never showing her teeth whether she's smiling or eating. Such unnatural behavior must be because she has cavities, or maybe they're yellow, possibly even black. Also, she eats like she's testing for poison, without any sincerity..."

As Jiaming was talking incessantly, Yuechi Xun, who was eating, looked over with some confusion. Then, she softly lowered her head again. Jiaming and Shasha, who was trying hard to suppress her laughter and her face was red, quickly bowed in return.

"Go to hell, talking about her like that." Shasha lightly patted Jiaming's uninjured shoulder and then burrowed into the quilt on the bed, laughing heartily. At that moment, Lingjing, carrying her schoolbag, walked in from the ward entrance and complained as soon as she entered, "Shasha, you didn't even wait for me."

Shasha rolled over from the bed. "How did it go? Did you get an award?"

"I got one," Lingjing nodded indifferently, taking out a certificate and a notebook from behind her. "First place, and a notebook."

"Yay! The notebook is mine!" Lingjing had won countless awards since childhood, but ever since the three of them were together, the prizes always went to Shasha. After all, Shasha had a mischievous nature and had never won any awards growing up. Holding the prize, she felt it was different to write or draw. She cheered and then said to Jiaming, "Lingjing looked really beautiful today, didn't she?"

At that time, when students performed, pretty girls usually dressed similarly. Lingjing's face was flushed with rouge, her lips painted with lipstick, and she wore a pure white princess dress, making her look truly beautiful. However, Jiaming, who had seen her all his life, found her more alluring when she didn't wear these adornments, dressed in ordinary casual wear as the spirited young girl she was named after. But Shasha had always liked her made-up appearance, perhaps because women generally liked to dress up.

"Come here, as a reward, beautiful Lingjing, let your Huaisha brother give you a kiss." Shasha laughed and playfully pounced, about to forcefully kiss Lingjing's red cheek. Lingjing was in the process of taking off her schoolbag and couldn't dodge it. She could only laugh and desperately lean her body backward.

"No... Ah—"

"Mmm... Ya—"

With a bang, both girls fell onto the floor, Shasha on top of Lingjing, finally succeeding. In fact, the two girls shared a bed three times a week at the Liu Family villa. Kissing each other on the cheek, or even mischievously touching each other's bodies, was common. Several times, when they bathed together or slept naked in the same bed, they had almost reached the final step, transforming Jiaming's imagined yuri into real yuri. But no matter what, it was a bit awkward on the hospital floor at that moment. Scrambling to get up, Jiaming watched from his bed, his feelings... somewhat peculiar.

When he was a killer before, he hadn't not seen lesbian women. Life in the underworld was dangerous; no one could be sure they would see the next sunrise. Therefore, some people were as disciplined as ascetics, while others were as twisted as perverts. Some female killers were unrestrained in bed. He once had an experience where, after completing a mission, he shared a hotel room with two female killers. After he took a shower, he saw the two women passionately playing on the bed. He sat on the sofa nearby, watching them grind against each other with hoarse cries for half the night. The next morning, one woman asked why he hadn't joined them, while the other thanked him, saying she felt particularly relaxed and thrilled with a capable bodyguard nearby.

However, if there were no psychological distortions, what would happen to two young girls who had mutual affection since childhood, and then grew up to fall in love? Would they live happily ever after? He couldn't help but look forward with curiosity.

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