novelraw Chapter 645 - 644: Not Treating You as a Stand-In (4)
Chapter 645 - 644: Not Treating You as a Stand-In (4)
Chapter 645: Chapter 644: Not Treating You as a Stand-In (4)
His lips couldn’t hide a slight upward curve, and even his dark eyes were tinged with a soft light as he spoke with increasing gentleness, "Chuxia, wake up."
No matter how gently his hand patted Ling Chuxia’s face, for Ling Chuxia, it was an annoyance she couldn’t bear. She furrowed her brows, visibly irritated as she reached out to grab the hand on her face, her lips pouting slightly, complaining, "Are you annoying or what!"
Shi Che’s hand was thus caught by Ling Chuxia’s, her fingers gripping his hand tightly. Her hand was small, soft, and carried a warmth that seared straight into Shi Che’s heart.
His dark eyes drooped as he stared blankly at their intertwined hands, and for a fleeting moment, his eyes and brows softened immeasurably, as if it was not his hand Ling Chuxia was holding, but his heart.
Although it was an unconscious gesture from her, he still couldn’t suppress the palpitations in his heart. Beneath his chest, his heart began to beat slowly, little by little. His fingers twitched and involuntarily clutched back Ling Chuxia’s hand, slowly entwining his fingers with hers.
When Shi Che clasped her hand, she seemed to sense something, her dark eyes gradually parting a fraction, unconsciously looking towards their clasping hands. Her gaze slightly startled, and then, like a tide, consciousness rapidly flooded into her mind, and the next second, Ling Chuxia’s eyes suddenly flew open.
Shi Che was still here, she... she had fallen asleep like this?
Ling Chuxia’s eyes sharpened, and as her gaze swept over their clasped hands, her elegant brows furrowed fiercely, and she immediately pulled her hand back forcefully.
Shi Che’s fingers subconsciously clenched, but only grasped air. He paused for a second, his fingers curling slowly into a fist, then his eyes narrowed, looking towards her dismissively, and he said, "Now that you’re awake, have some porridge."
Shi Che reached out to help Ling Chuxia sit up, but she recoiled from his touch, propelling herself up instead.
Seeing her reaction, Shi Che said nothing, turned his hand towards the bedside table, picked up the porridge at a suitable temperature, took up a spoon, scooped up some, and brought it to Ling Chuxia’s lips.
Ling Chuxia paid no attention to the porridge. Her clear, black and white eyes looked at Shi Che, still icy inside. She drew a deep breath, her voice cold and hard, "Shi Che, what exactly do you want?"
She really couldn’t understand the point of his actions. Did he truly think that she would fall for his tricks again? Even if she was foolish, she’d have learned her lesson by now, right?
Shi Che’s hand remained extended in front of her, his voice gentle, "You haven’t eaten anything all day, have some porridge to fill your stomach."
Right now, she was running a high fever and felt weak; he really wasn’t in the mood to discuss their issues at such a time. Everything could wait until her fever subsided, and her health returned.
Tonight, Shi Che was acting as if he were truly deaf to her protests, ignoring everything she said as if he didn’t hear a thing. Ling Chuxia, already seething with anger, could no longer contain the fury building up inside due to his indifference, and it surged forth violently.
The rage overwhelmed her reason, and with a swift motion, she fiercely swatted away the spoon he held before her. Her anger intensified her hoarse voice, "Shi Che, stop with your pretense! I don’t need your care!"