Outside the door, Li Xichi was seething with rage upon hearing what was going on inside.
There's a bellyband?
Fine! They're really going wild!
Li Xichi was just about to reach out and knock on the door to interrupt their supposed intimacy. But then she thought better of it. They were husband and wife. What could she do if she went in? And seeing them all lovey - dovey would only make her feel worse, wouldn't it?
Mom was right. No matter how unwilling she was, she had to admit the fact that Song Jiaye didn't belong to her.
Why does this society have to practice monogamy? If only she could marry two people. She would never give up Song Jiaye then.
Li Xichi hung her head dejectedly and turned around to walk back. Behind her, the voices of Song Jiaye and Li Qiyu still drifted out.
"Xiyu, is it this red one?"
"Yes, it is. Bring it in for me."
"Okay."
Li Xichi's mind was filled with all sorts of images. Scenes of passionate encounters in the bathroom played out one after another. Furious, she took out her phone, found Song Yunsheng's contact, and sent him a message: "I miss you."
Song Yunsheng replied quickly.
"Wait for me. I'll come pick you up."
Looking at Song Yunsheng's reply, Li Xichi felt a bit consoled.
Look, it's hard to find a toad with three legs, but there are plenty of men with two legs.
At this moment, Li Qiyu and Song Jiaye in the bathroom had no idea that they had been eavesdropped on, and that it had even led to a misunderstanding.
By now, Li Qiyu had put on her pajamas. Only after getting her affirmative answer did Song Jiaye pull open the curtain and help Li Qiyu out of the bathroom.
Since the floor of the bathroom was wet and a bit slippery after the bath, Song Jiaye used much more strength to hold Li Qiyu steady than when he came in. Seeing the veins bulging on his forehead from the effort, Li Qiyu felt quite embarrassed. She put aside her reserve and reached out to hug Song Jiaye's waist on her own initiative. This way, Song Jiaye could save some strength.
Song Jiaye was taken aback. He turned his head to glance at Li Qiyu. He was taller than her, and this glance happened to catch a glimpse of the faintly visible red bellyband under her pajamas.
Song Jiaye quickly averted his eyes.
This night was really a challenge to his male self - control.
Finally out of the bathroom, Song Jiaye placed Li Qiyu on the bed. Li Qiyu thanked him. Just as she was about to get under the covers to sleep, Song Jiaye called out to her.
"Wait a minute."
Song Jiaye found a cushion and sat on the floor. He reached out and held Li Qiyu's foot.
Li Qiyu understood that he was going to apply medicine to her foot.
In ancient times, a woman's feet couldn't be easily shown to others. Li Qiyu pulled her trouser legs down a bit and said, "It's okay. I can do it myself."
But Song Jiaye wouldn't let her back out. "Your ankle hurts even when you move it a little. How can you reach it by yourself?"
As he spoke, Song Jiaye had already smeared some safflower oil on his palm. He said gently to Li Qiyu, "Tell me if it hurts."
Li Qiyu nodded. "It's okay. I can bear it."
"En. It may hurt a bit at first, but you'll get used to it."
"Okay. Go ahead."
Song Jiaye was even more nervous than Li Qiyu. He reached out and pressed on Li Qiyu's ankle. At first, he really didn't know how much strength to use. Without any warning, Li Qiyu let out a pained cry.
"Be gentler."
"Sorry, sorry. I'll be more careful."
"It's okay..." Li Qiyu said, holding back her tears. "Go ahead."
After all, Song Jiaye needed some practice.
At first, Song Jiaye really couldn't control the strength well. Sometimes it was too heavy, sometimes too light. But gradually, he got the hang of it. The soreness in Li Qiyu's ankle was also alleviated a lot after his repeated massages.
The pain disappeared, replaced by comfort.
Li Qiyu hugged a pillow and looked at the top of Song Jiaye's head. Under the warm yellow light, his hair was soft and smooth, like a big dog, making her want to touch it.
Following the doctor's technique, Song Jiaye massaged while saying, "You need to have this massaged every day. We must get the blood circulation here unblocked."
"En."
"You should be more careful when you walk in the future. Don't be so clumsy."
"Okay."
...
As Song Jiaye talked, he got a bit sad. He thought about what would happen to Li Xiyu if he left.
This girl couldn't even brush her teeth properly and could fall on flat ground when walking. Moreover, she blindly believed in Ultraman. What would she do if he wasn't around in the future?
Thinking of this, Song Jiaye rambled on like an old woman.
But he didn't get a response for a long time. When he looked up, he found that Li Qiyu had already fallen asleep on her side, hugging the pillow.
She fell asleep just like that, without any warning.
Song Jiaye smiled helplessly. Seeing that it was almost done, he put her foot back on the bed, spread out the quilt, and covered her up.
When he came out of the bathroom after washing his hands, Li Qiyu had already kicked the quilt off with one foot.
Song Jiaye was very helpless.
This girl was still so energetic even with an injured foot.
He covered her with the quilt again. Looking at Li Qiyu's sleeping face, she looked unusually gentle and calm.
She really kept surprising him.
In college, Li Xiyu was bright, passionate, and straightforward.
After their reunion, Li Xiyu was gloomy, crazy, and destructive.
After losing her memory, Li Xiyu was simple, cute, and said some silly things.
Oh, no. Song Jiaye remembered.
The person in front of him was no longer Li Xiyu.
She said she had traveled through time. In fact, if you thought about it carefully, her so - called silly words didn't seem so silly.
According to an ancient person's thinking, it seemed normal for her to do these things, right?
It was a pity that Li Xiyu was already asleep. Otherwise, he could have asked her what it was like in ancient times and whether the life of the ancients was really like what was shown in the TV dramas.
Early the next morning, Li Qiyu got up. Because of her foot injury, she couldn't move on the bed. She endured it for half an hour before Song Jiaye got up to help her.
Afraid that she would fall in the bathroom, Song Jiaye prepared her toothbrush and towel and brought them to the bedside. Li Qiyu was quite flattered.
"I just sprained my foot. I'm not bedridden yet."
"The doctor said you should move your foot as little as possible. If you weren't so restless, I'd really want you to stay in bed."
Li Qiyu was speechless.
This Song Jiaye could be so stubborn that it was unbearable.
Song Jiaye and Li Qiyu walked out of the hall. Because Li Qiyu had difficulty walking, by the time they came out, the whole family was already gathered around, ready to have breakfast.
The breakfast was delivered by the hotel. It was Chinese pastries. After eating Western food like Italian pasta for several days, Li Qiyu finally had an appetite.
Seeing Li Qiyu, who had to be carried around yesterday, now able to hop a few steps on her own, Li Xiangping nodded. Looking around and seeing that everyone was there, he asked, "Where's Xichi?"