After He Yingdong got injured, his frail and spoiled nature became fully apparent.
Using his illness as an excuse, he asked for hugs and kisses in various ways…
He could also legitimately stay in bed and not get up.
It's past nine in the morning.
Li Jiaqi was almost driven to tears by him…
With him covered in bandages, she didn't dare to fuss too much, fearing she might accidentally tear his stitches.
Even though there was a family doctor, anyone with a discerning eye knew how those wounds came about. She dared not make a fuss about it.
This early morning, he demanded twice, seemingly never satisfied.
Her energy was completely drained by him.
Finally waking up a bit, she was now feeling drowsy again.
Her back still damp, she turned over to face away from him.
He sat up, took a dry towel and wiped her back, then her body.
After finishing that, he opened the small medicine bottle and applied ointment on her. She remained motionless, pretending to be asleep.
