After his bath, Ye Yaodong put on only a pair of shorts and sat down by the window too.
"Got it all out? Let me see."
It was rare for him to be so gentle and patient as he picked the grains of sand out for her.
Watching his serious expression, Lin Xiuqing felt a ripple stir in her heart, which had remained calm all this time.
"Sss..."
"Does it hurt a lot? I'll be gentler..." As he spoke, he gently blew on it twice before continuing to pick the sand out of her palm.
If it wasn't cleaned out properly, the wound would still fester after it scabbed over.
After quite a while, he checked it over before saying, "That should be all of it. Do less work these next couple of days. There's not much to do during the typhoon anyway. Roll up your trouser legs and let me see your knees."
Lin Xiuqing did as he said, rolling up her trouser legs, bending her knees, and stretching them toward him...
One was quiet, the other focused, and warmth filled the room.
Suddenly, the door opened with an almighty bang!
"Dad, Mum, time to eat..."
The door was shoved open so hard that it hit the wall, startling them both. Ye Yaodong's hand trembled with the needle in it, nearly driving it into her flesh.
He was just about to snap out a few curses when he heard the little brat yelling nonsense. "Ah! Shame on you, Dad! You're all naked, holding Mum's foot..."
"Fuck, you little brat! Ye Chenghu, what nonsense are you spouting?"
Flustered and angry, Ye Yaodong rushed out and picked up his eldest son. He had only smacked his bottom twice before the old lady stopped him.
"What are you hitting him for? Children