bookbashuk Chapter 23 The immortal breath you exhale?
Chapter 23 The immortal breath you exhale?
The next day, at 4:40 in the morning.
Ruan Zhijuan was still asleep when he smelled the aroma of braised pork ribs. He swayed and got up, sitting at the dining table. The clothes he hadn't finished wearing last night were now neatly put back in their proper places.
Ruan Zhijuan opened one eye, expecting to see braised pork ribs first, but what she saw was the folding dining table that had vomited blood on it in her dream last night. "...(ᇂ_ᇂ)".
"I'll eat at the coffee table," Ruan Zhijuan said, taking a bite of a steamed bun and carrying the braised pork ribs away.
The coffee table was very low, only twenty or thirty centimeters high. Even Ruan Zhijuan herself found it uncomfortable to use, let alone Zhou Gangxun, who was much taller than her.
So Zhou Gangxun didn't go over; he just sat at the table, head down, eating his cold noodles and steamed buns.
"Ouch...it hurts...it hurts..."
As Ruan Zhijuan sat down on the sofa, she realized that her thighs were completely red. It was probably because she had walked too much yesterday, and her underwear had chafed her legs...
But why didn't it hurt last night? Is it red? I didn't really see it...?
"What's wrong?" the silent husband at the table asked with feigned concern.
Zhou Gangxun stared at Ruan Zhijuan's legs, a slight smirk playing on his hard lips. "Did it break?"
Ruan Zhijuan blinked. Was it his imagination? Why did Zhou Gangxun sound so happy when he spoke just now?
Hmph, that scoundrel! His leg is broken, what's he so happy about? (￢д￢。) He still has to pay for his treatment!
Ruan Zhijuan carefully breathed on the reddened area. How strange, usually it's the area near the edge of the underwear that gets damaged, why are the areas on both thighs damaged this time too?
Did he gain weight and his thighs get thicker?
Zhou Gangxun watched as Ruan Zhijuan finished her last bite, tidied the table, and went to the bathroom to wash her hands.
Ruan Zhijuan narrowed her almond-shaped eyes and stared intently at the bathroom. Could it be that Zhou Gangxun hit him while he was sleeping? Didn't he slap him in the chest yesterday at the hospital?
But there were no handprints or fingerprints.
Ah! Ruan Zhijuan suddenly remembered the cause of her illness: it was an allergy, and the swelling must have not subsided due to the allergy.
He looked up, about to give Zhou Gangxun a command, when he saw the "good husband," Zhou Gangxun, walk over with a tube of ointment. "Is that the magical breath you exhale more effective than medicine?"
He crouched down, looked down at the shorts rolled up to the end, and asked knowingly, "Where to apply it?"
"Thigh...here, right here..." Ruan Zhijuan anxiously pointed in the air for Zhou Gangxun to see, her almond-shaped eyes staring straight into his eyes, wondering: It's so red, can't Zhou Gangxun see it? 27 years old, the age when he should be earning money for her, his eyes can't be this bad!
Zhou Gangxun didn't notice Ruan Zhijuan's subtle movements; his gaze was fixed on Ruan Zhijuan's abrasions.
It was indeed very red. Everywhere else in sight was clean and fair skin, except for those two large patches of bright red skin, like a two- or three-year-old child who hadn't quite learned to urinate yet, and had diaper rash on their bottom and thighs because they hadn't wiped clean after urinating.
Zhou Gangxun gently dabbed the white ointment onto his hands, which were already covered in scars and calluses from carrying goods and bricks. His hands had become rough and hard after being repeatedly worn down by carrying goods and bricks.
Therefore, even with the lightest touch, the fingertips could still feel a noticeable scratching sensation on Ruan Zhijuan's skin.
"Zhou Gangxun, why are your hands so rough? They scratched my skin..." Ruan Zhijuan wrinkled her face and tried to back away, but her bottom sank into the sofa. She fell flat on her face, and her leg, which she had lifted loosely, kicked Zhou Gangxun squarely in the chest and abdomen. "Ah, help..."
Ruan Zhijuan's plea for help was cut short when Zhou Gangxun grabbed her cheek and pulled her back to her feet. "..."
"You'd be like this if you worked on a construction site for a few days." Zhou Gangxun squatted steadily, his upper body not swaying at all when he was kicked. After he finished speaking, he pulled Ruan Zhijuan's thigh, clamped it between his legs, and fixed it around his waist. With his other hand, he lightly slapped Ruan Zhijuan's other leg and warned, "Don't move around. If you don't want your leg to rot, just bear with it."
Rotten...rotten?
Upon hearing that it would rot, Ruan Zhijuan immediately stopped moving. (O∆O)(」∠)_
It took several minutes of whimpering and groaning for Zhou Gangxun to finish applying the medicine.
"Zhou Gangxun, the ointment fell off..." Ruan Zhijuan was checking if Zhou Gangxun had been lazy and missed applying any ointment when she accidentally knocked some off with her own hand. "..."
It's not his fault; whatever the force, it was so strong that it fell down.
So he blinked and looked up, asking, "Zhou Gangxun, do you have any more...?"
Zhou Gangxun looked at the white ointment on the ground, his eyes darkening. "So stupid."
"You're the one..." Ruan Zhijuan was about to retort when she saw Zhou Gangxun suddenly stand up, turn his back to her, grab a new set of clothes, and walk towards the bathroom.
"Where...where are you going? I haven't finished yelling yet..."
"You're too dirty to take a shower," Zhou Gangxun said, then closed the bathroom door.
"You...you're the filthy one!" Ruan Zhijuan shouted angrily towards the bathroom. "You're the filthiest, you're filthy to death! You stinking stray dog, hmph!"
Is he...is he that dirty? Zhou Gangxun could have just washed his hands, why did he have to take a bath as well?
Zhou Gangxun turned on the showerhead, and cold water flowed out. He submerged himself in the water, his gaze fixed on his right hand, which had touched Ruan Zhijuan.
How could it not be dirty? My hand almost went into your underwear just now.