Qiao Nian grabbed his wrist, smelled the blood on him, narrowed his eyes, and crushed the candy in his mouth. He said in a deep voice: "Are you hurt?"
The man paused slightly, and then comforted her as if nothing had happened: "I'm fine, don't worry about me."
The memory of Qiao Nian before she jumped into the sea gradually came back to her. She remembered that in order to protect herself, she rushed forward at the critical moment and exposed her back.
She immediately lifted the quilt regardless of the objection, stood up and pulled off his clothes.
"I'm fine."
Qiao Nian insisted on seeing it: "I'll believe you after I see it."
Ye Wangchuan's eyes were red and his beard was untidy, completely different from his usual pampered and elegant appearance. When faced with a girl, he pulled his collar like a bandit.
He gave up resistance and propped himself up with his hands, revealing his swan-like neck. He was in a good mood and chuckled, "If Master Qiao sees this, you must be responsible for me, otherwise I will sue you for hooliganism."
Qiao Nian ignored his nonsense and unbuttoned his shirt with her bare hands, pulling it to the side, revealing his shoulders and waist.
Just as she expected.
The man had a tight and strong body, a flat abdomen, and a perfect mermaid line, but behind it were large burns. The wounds were simply treated by soaking in sea water, but they still looked shocking.
He had no idea how long he had been lying in front of the bed taking care of her with his seriously injured body. Qiao Nian even couldn't remember how they surfaced from the bottom of the sea.
How did Ye Wangchuan take her to float in the sea, and how long did they float before they met the fishing boat he mentioned...
Qiao Nian's clenched fingers loosened again, his expression changing constantly, as if he saw through the hideous wounds on his back how many times their lives had been on the verge of death last night.
How many times had this man refused to give up and insisted on taking her with him to fight the vast ocean together.
For the first time, she felt a sour feeling in her nose and a warm feeling in her eyes... Countless sour bubbles popped up in her heart, making the corners of her eyes red.
She never cried.
But seeing him look haggard and trying to comfort himself, Qiao Nian couldn't control the pain in her heart. She squeezed out a sentence with difficulty: "Idiot."
…
When Qiao Nian woke up, she attracted the attention of the family where she was staying. The hostess came in, looked at her, and brought her a set of her own clothes.
Ye Wangchuan went out and waited for her to change her clothes.
Qiao Nian took off her sweaty clothes from a day and night of sleeping, and changed into the clean cloth shirt that the hostess gave her. The clothes had a sun-dried smell, accompanied by the fresh scent of soapberries, forming a soothing aroma.
In addition to the shirt, the other party also gave her a pair of pants. It was also the simple style that Qiao Nian requested, neat and convenient.
A man's deep and magnetic voice came from outside.
"Your computer is not broken, it doesn't need to be repaired."
“But I can’t play games anymore.”
Ye Wangchuan is speaking.
"Well, I checked it for you. The computer is not broken. There is just a problem with the signal. There is no network signal."
"Ah, no wonder. My grandma also said that the phone couldn't be used. Eh, it must be because of yesterday's heavy rain that caused the signal tower on the mountain to break down again."
Qiao Nian's eyelids trembled, and she heard Ye Wangchuan asking again.
“Do you have a signal tower here?”
"Well, there is a signal tower on the mountain. It was built with international aid in the past, or it was you people from country Z who repaired it for us. But it often breaks down. Every time it breaks down, we can only wait until the next spring when someone passes by to find someone to repair it." (End of this chapter)