He was still wearing that thin white striped shirt, which was clean and noble. In the hazy night, just his back made people feel an infinite sense of oppression.
Even if he couldn't see his face, Wen Ning could still imagine his expression.
He was cold, with no ups and downs of emotions, and his eyes were so cold that people dared not look directly into them.
Wen Ning looked at it for a few seconds and then looked away.
She remembered that she passed out in the bathroom, and now she was in bed. What happened during this period?
She looked at her clothes subconsciously, and her little face immediately turned paler.
The school uniform skirt was gone, replaced by a set of off-white silk pajamas, which felt extremely soft and smooth. But when she thought about whether Lu Yanci had put these clothes on for her, she felt like needles all over her body. of discomfort.
There was also a dull pain in my stomach.
These two feelings were mixed together, and she was so nervous that she began to sweat.
At this time, Lu Yanci put away the phone and entered the room.
Seeing that Wen Ning was awake, he walked to the bed and asked, "Are you awake?"
The calm and cold voice as always.
Wen Ning didn't dare to look up at him, his hands tightly grasped the sheets under him and said "hmm".
After a while, she broke into a thin sweat again, and the hair on her forehead was wet.
Lu Yanci looked at her lowered eyebrows and sweaty temples, and frowned slightly, "How do you feel now? Is it still painful?"
Wen Ning shook his head, "Uncle, I don't feel any pain."
The soft light shone on the two of them, which should have been warm and harmonious, but Wen Ning felt that Lu Yanci's eyes were colder, and the surrounding air seemed to be more oppressive.
She tightened the quilt around her body, wrapped herself tightly, and said in a very low voice: "Uncle, my clothes..."
She wanted to know who changed her clothes just now, but she didn't dare to ask directly, so she had to talk in circles.
Of course Lu Yanci knew what she wanted to ask. He looked at her intently with no expression on his face: "Wen Ning, sooner or later you have to get used to it."
Wen Ning was stunned by the sound of thunder.
Although she knew that there was a high possibility that Lu Yanci would help her change, she still took a chance. After all, Zhang Hua was also a woman.
But Lu Yanci admitted it without any hesitation, which was hard for her to accept.
She looked at him in shock, "Uncle..."
Her sweat-damp hair stuck to her face, and her eyes were wet with mist. She looked innocent and seductive. Lu Yanci narrowed his eyes and reached out to push the sweat-drenched hair from her forehead. His voice was a little... Ya said, "Are you hungry? Get up and eat something."
The tips of his fingers were obviously slightly cold, but Wen Ning felt like they were burning, which made her panic.
She subconsciously turned her head to avoid Lu Yanci's touch.
"Uncle, I'm not hungry."
Lu Yanci's hand froze in the air for two seconds, and his voice became a little cold, "Wen Ning, I told you, don't lie in front of me."
Wen Ning lowered his eyebrows and said in a low and soft voice, "I'm not lying, I'm really not hungry."
At this time, the housekeeper came in with two small stew pots, placed them on Wen Ning's bedside table, and then left.
The faint smell of Chinese medicine wafted out from the stew pot. Wen Ning frowned and his face twisted into a ball.
Growing up, she was most afraid of drinking traditional Chinese medicine, especially if she drank it on an empty stomach, it would cause her to feel nauseated.
Seeing her grimace, Lu Yanci opened the lids of the two small cups, and the smell of Chinese medicine became stronger.
Wen Ning took a look and saw that one cup contained dark concoction, and the other contained sweet osmanthus soup with two fat white eggs in sugar water.
Her eyes lit up and her frown widened.
Noticing the subtle changes in her expression, Lu Yanci's eyes softened a lot. He handed the Chinese medicine to Wen Ning: "Drink the medicine first."
In fact, Wen Ning wanted to drink the sugar water first and then the Chinese medicine, so that her stomach would not be too uncomfortable, but Lu Yanci had already handed the medicine to her, so she could only drink it.
The bitter and spicy concoction flowed into his stomach, and Wen Ning immediately felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.
She wanted to suppress the feeling of vomiting, but she could not suppress this physical discomfort.
She was afraid of throwing up on the bed, so she had to cover her mouth and rush into the bathroom quickly.
After vomiting, she felt much better. She rinsed her mouth and turned around, only to find Lu Yanci standing at the door looking at her.
The room was not big, and the attached bathroom was not big either. Lu Yanci already had a strong sense of presence, so standing there would give Wen Ning a great sense of oppression.
She looked into Lu Yanci's cold and dark eyes, and involuntarily took a step back, leaning against the sink, and whispered: "I didn't mean to do it. It's hard to drink medicine on an empty stomach."
Lu Yanci didn't say anything, but looked at her solemnly. He didn't speak until Wen Ning's scalp became numb and confused, "Go eat first, make your stomach feel better before you drink the medicine again."
After a pause, he continued: "Wen Ning, just now you could say that if you take the medicine on an empty stomach, you will vomit, but I will not force you."
Wen Ning lowered his head, his eyes a little sore, and said in a very low voice: "Okay."
The sweet-scented osmanthus soup was very sweet, and the eggs were rich in sugar. Wen Ning loved this bite the most, but Lu Yanci was right next to her, so she had to eat it in small bites.
After she finished eating, Lu Yanci handed her the tissue and said, "Drink the medicine in half an hour."
Wen Ning never thought that Lu Yanci would pass him a tissue, so he didn't dare not accept it: "Thank you, uncle."
With the warm food in her stomach, Wen Ning felt much better. Only then did she realize that the band-aid on her hand was missing. It was wrapped with gauze. It looked like it had been treated by a professional doctor.
Subconsciously, she hid her hands behind her back, her eyes a little panicked, "Uncle, was the medicine prescribed by the doctor just now?"
Lu Yanci looked at her little movements, the dark meaning in his eyes became stronger, and his sharp jawline tightened.
He was waiting for her to speak on her own.
Wen Ning lowered his head and whispered like a pupil who made a mistake: "I touched it on a nail, it's a bit deep. I wanted to see a doctor tomorrow, so I just put a band-aid on it. It's okay, it's not serious." …”
With each word she spoke, her voice grew quieter, and finally disappeared altogether.
She didn't believe her own lies anymore. The wound was very serious at first glance. She had originally planned to go to the hospital for tetanus tomorrow, but she didn't know that she was taken away directly by Lu Yanci.
Lu Yanci stared at her from top to bottom: "Hand, stretch it out and let me see."
There was bottomless blackness in Lu Yanci's eyes, and he was double-breasted and long and narrow. When he lowered his head to look at people, he felt a coldness out of thin air, and had the illusion of looking down on everyone. This is also Wen Ning had never dared to look directly into his eyes.
Every time he looked at her like this, she would feel humbled.
Under this gaze, she had to stretch out her hand and emphasized again, "I touched it on a nail."
