He finally bandaged the wounds on both wrists for her, and he was already sweating from exhaustion.
In fact, it wasn't tiring, but he had never done anything like this before, so he couldn't help but be in a hurry. The more he tried to do it well, the more he made a mess.
Seeing her wrists wrapped like rice dumplings by him, he felt a little embarrassed, but he was unwilling to admit that his wrapping was ugly.
"Ning'er, are you thirsty? Do you want some water?" Chu Shaoyang looked at her and said gently.
Shen Ning nodded, her throat was so painful that she could not speak.
"Okay, I'll pour you some water right away." A joyful look flashed across Chu Shaoyang's face.
Because she didn't scold him or get angry. He thought that when she found out that she was imprisoned here, she would go crazy with anger, but she didn't.
He poured a full cup of tea from the teapot on the table. The tea was a little cold, so he held it in his palm and used his inner strength to warm the cup of tea. Then he walked to the bed and helped her up with one hand. shoulder, and then brought the tea cup to her lips.
She drank it all like nectar, and said in a hoarse voice, "I want more."
Hearing her hoarse voice, he couldn't help but feel distressed. He touched her hair lovingly and said with a smile, "Okay."
She drank three cups of tea in one breath before she felt that her burning throat was no longer so painful. She lay back on the bed and looked at the embroidery on the top of the tent, silently lost in thought.
Chu Shaoyang sat next to her and stared at her intently. He began to feel uneasy when he saw that she was always looking at the ceiling of the tent without even glancing at him or saying a word.
"Ning'er, you hate me, don't you? You hate me for locking you here and not giving you freedom, don't you?" He said in a low voice, with the corners of his lips pursed slightly.
He actually understands her, and he also knows what she wants, but now he can't do it.
Shen Ning still didn't speak. After listening to his words, she didn't even blink, she just looked directly above her head.
She felt that part of her heart was dead. She didn't want to hear a word of his words now, let alone believe them.
"Ning'er, look at me, talk to me!" Chu Shaoyang couldn't stand the feeling of being ignored by her. He would rather have her scold him and hit him than be so indifferent.
He grabbed her shoulders and shook her hard, making her hair quiver.
She was so dizzy by him that she finally closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her eyes were like mist, looking at him faintly.
"Chu Shaoyang, is this the way you love me?" Her voice was as low as a whisper because she really didn't have the strength to speak loudly.
"What do you mean?" He frowned.
"Lock me up like a prisoner, lock me up in this bed, and then wait for you to favor me at any time. Is this what you want?" She glanced at him calmly, then looked away, staring behind him. That candlelight.
His eyebrows were furrowed like a lock, and he stared at her. He took a heavy breath, pinched her chin, and forced her to turn her face to look at him.
"Ning'er, I'm doing this for your own good. If I don't do this, will you stay by my side obediently? I don't want to lock you up, but if I give you freedom, you won't be mine."
She whispered: "Chu Shaoyang, you keep saying you love me, but your love is only possessive. You have never respected me. This is why I have never liked you."