Sweet Desire! The Cold Lord God, Who Can Tease, Coax, and Act Coquettish. - Chap 949
Shang Linyuan was stunned and felt flattered for a moment: “Jinjin, you…”
“Keep talking, I don’t want you now, come here.”
“Oh. ≥﹏≤”
Shang Linyuan obediently walked to the couch and sat down, except for his blood-stained outer robe.
Ren Sijin wiped his wound and then slowly applied medicine.
During this period, there were several times where I was so painful that I broke into cold sweat, but I just endured it without saying a word.
In the end, it was Si Jin who spoke first: “The wound is a little infected.”
“Um.”
“You were injured and didn’t get treated all the way back?”
“Um.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Um.”
“Then why don’t you deal with it?”
“…”
“You just expect to come back and find trouble for me so that I can feel uneasy?”
By the time he finished speaking, a layer of white gauze had already covered the wound.
As if he had some intention of revenge, Si Jin deliberately put more force on his hand, which made Shang Linyuan take a sharp breath and said helplessly: “No, I want to see you.”
“I was wrong.”
Si Jin’s strength weakened a little, “What’s wrong?”
“I shouldn’t have thought wildly because of Shang Qinghan’s few words. I shouldn’t have questioned you. I shouldn’t have been stupid and quarrel with you. I was wrong. Every move I made was wrong. Even my breathing was wrong. You Punish me, no matter what, as long as you are happy.”
Seeing that there was a step down, Shang Linyuan immediately expressed all his thoughts, while speaking, he would cry and sniff from time to time.
He was admitting his mistake, acting coquettishly, and pretending to be pitiful, which made Si Jin laugh a little.
After bandaging the wound, Si Jin pushed the person up: “Go outside and take a bath by yourself. After changing your clothes, come back and hand in a 5,000-word self-examination, describing what happened and your attitude. Do you understand?”
“Yes! Xiaolangjun!”
Shang Linyuan smiled happily and returned to his previous sunny and cheerful appearance.
After saying that, he stood up and walked out by himself.
The wound still hurt, but he had never felt as relaxed as he did now.
It seems like he has found a home.
Although his wife is a bit fierce, she really loves him.
Si Jinze lowered his head and looked at his bed, which was stained with a few grains of dust, with disgust.
Just as he was about to ask someone to change it, he saw Shang Linyuan cautiously sticking his head out of the door, grinning: “I know you like to be clean, keep it, I’ll come back to clean it up.”
“Also, what’s for dinner? I’ll do it.”
Si Jin frowned slightly, his eyes full of disgust and said nothing.
Shang Linyuan thought for a while and said: “If you want to drink porridge, just say “Fuck off”; if you want to eat side dishes, just call “you idiot”; if you want to eat dessert, just say “husband~”
Si Jin’s frown deepened, “You say it again?”
“Ahem.” Shang Linyuan immediately changed his words: “If you want to eat dessert, just stay away from me.”
“Go away, idiot, stay away!”
“Okay.” Shang Linyuan walked a few steps, then came back again, and then peeked his head out from the door: “Jinjin, I love you.”
… …
At night, Si Jin remained silent while eating.
Obviously he is venting his energy.
But Shang Linyuan didn’t realize it. He kept picking up vegetables and rice for him, and put away the dishes and chopsticks despite the pain of the wound.
After making the bed and coaxing Si Jin to sleep, he obediently sat back at the table outside to write a review.
It wasn’t until late at night that I turned on the lamp and shivered.
He raised his eyes and looked around – he didn’t open the window? Why is it so cold?
He closed the door to examine it, endured it outside for a while, and then returned to the inner room.
He walked up to Si Jin step by step, hesitated for a moment, and still didn’t dare to lift his quilt, considering that he was not calm.
He picked up a quilt from the cupboard, and the sound of hitting the floor woke Si Jin.
He opened his eyes, he had just woken up, and his voice was still a little hoarse: “What’s wrong?”
Shang Linyuan’s face turned a little abnormally red, and he sneezed before replying: “Cold.”
Si Jin waved to him, motioned for him to squat beside his couch and probed his forehead.
Very hot.
Why… I have a fever…
