"I am not weak, and my left hand is not injured."
Feeling looked down upon, Qi Jingmo insisted on carrying a bag himself.
Su Qiao thought for a while, put down the bag in his hand, took out a small bag of vegetables from the shopping bag and put it into his hand. "You carry this."
"..."
Holding a small bundle of vegetables weighing less than two kilograms in both hands, Qi Jingmo was a little messy in the wind.
Why did he feel like he was being treated like a weak scholar who couldn't carry it on his shoulders or lift it in his hands?
"If you want to mention it, I've satisfied you. Why don't you leave quickly?"
Seeing that he hadn't caught up yet, Su Qiao turned around and said hello.
Qi Jingmo stupidly hugged the bundle of vegetables and followed slowly.
As soon as the two of them walked out of the supermarket, they heard roars of laughter from behind.
Su Qiao didn't think it was anything, but Qi Jingmo's face suddenly turned red.
"Why are you blushing?" Su Qiao felt strange.
Judging from the first three dimensions, he should not be a person who cares about other people's thoughts and opinions.
Qi Jingmo patted his face and stared at her with some resentment. "They are laughing at me."
"They are not laughing at you, they are... there is something wrong with their brains, yes, there is something wrong with their brains."
Su Qiao couldn't find any good excuse for a while.
Of course, she really thought there was something wrong with those people.
After all, she didn't find anything funny about what just happened.
"Your comfort is not convincing at all." Qi Jingmo still had a resentful look in his eyes.
Su Qiao thought for a while, "Then I will go back and make them stop laughing?"
Although this is a bit troublesome, it is also a relatively quick way.
Laugh... can't you laugh?
Is that what he thought?
Qi Jingmo didn't forget that she had a bad temper.
"Well... let's forget it. I don't care what other people think anyway."
Even if you mind, you can't really go back and beat up innocent people, right?
"That's alright, let's just live our own lives and don't care what they do."
With that said, Su Qiao walked forward easily carrying two large bags.
Qi Jingmo behind him thought for a while and seemed to have figured out something. A smile slowly climbed onto his handsome face, "That's right."
What does it have to do with what other people think?
As long as they feel good about it!
Qi Jingmo felt that his previous entanglement was really ridiculous.
"Walk faster, if you take two steps and stop for half a day, we won't be able to get home even after dark."
Seeing that he didn't follow him again, Su Qiao stopped again helplessly.
Qi Jingmo showed a bright smile to her, "Here he comes."
*
After the two had lunch, Su Qiao started to give him injections and medicine as usual.
"How are you feeling today?"
Su Qiao warmed his palms, poured some ointment, and began to massage his wrists carefully, with neither too much force nor too little force.
"It's a little hot."
Qi Jingmo nodded slightly and looked at her quietly, the look in his narrow eyes flickering slightly.
"That means it's working."
Pretty much what she predicted.
Su Qiao is relieved.
"Did your hand heal like this?"
Qi Jingmo's eyes fell on her white and tender little hands, and her ears suddenly felt hot.
Although they had been in contact for a while, he would even come over from time to time to help her clean the room and cook.
Or occasionally make a cup of tea and drink, but this is the first time for such an intimate gesture.
He kind of doesn't remember... how he started.
It seemed like... ever since that dream that night, he inexplicably wanted to get closer to her, get closer to her.