Lu Che hadn't gotten out of bed for a long time, and the moment his feet touched the ground, he almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, she had many years of training and was able to stabilize her body quickly.
call…
Lu Che exhaled silently and took deep breaths.
After finally catching his breath, Lu Che walked to the closet step by step with some difficulty and poured a glass of water for Lu Qilin with his uninjured right hand.
Afterwards, she took the cup of water and slowly walked to Lu Qilin's bed.
Even though these were just the simplest actions, no matter whether it was pouring water or walking, every step Lu Che took was like walking on the edge of a knife.
But it wasn't her feet that hurt, but the injured area on her left shoulder that was affected by every movement.
But Lu Che's steps were steady and his eyes were determined.
She was so persistent that she didn't call anyone and took care of Lu Qilin by herself. Not only did she not want to disturb the young master, but she also had her own selfish motives.
She... wanted to touch this man properly, to touch him, to make sure he existed.
During these days of coma, she heard him speak intermittently. She knew what Lu Qilin insisted on doing for her, and that he would rather be whipped by Master Lu than let her go.
It would be a lie to say that he wasn't touched. Lu Che was so moved that he didn't know how to repay the young master's love.
She thought that the only way she could repay the young master's deep affection was to work like a slave for him and treat him well all her life.
Lu Che placed the cup on the bedside table, dipped his index finger in water, and touched Lu Qilin's already dry lips.
The man's chapped lips were moisturized by the water, and the broken skin was slightly smoothed out.
Seeing that this was working well, Lu Che dipped some more water and slowly moistened his lips completely.
When she did all this, her eyes were gentle, her index finger was light and soft, and her cautious look carried a tenderness that she herself was not even aware of.
When Lu Che's hand was about to leave Lu Qilin's lips, the unconscious man lying on the bed suddenly murmured: "Water..."
water
Lu Che thought he had heard wrongly, but the next sentence, Lu Qilin called out again in a low voice - "Water".
The young master is thirsty and wants to drink water!
Lu Che finally understood.
She immediately picked up the cup of water and was about to bring it to Lu Qilin's lips.
But when she looked down and saw the man lying flat on his back, she became worried again.
The young master was lying on the bed. No matter how skilled she was at feeding him water, she couldn't just put the cup of water to his mouth and ensure that not a drop of water would leak out.
If you hand the cup of water over at this angle, it will definitely spill all over the young master.
Lu Che's hand holding the water stopped in mid-air. After a slight hesitation, she suddenly lowered her head, drank two sips of water, and then held a sip of water in her own mouth.
Then, Lu Che put down the cup of water and leaned closer to Lu Qilin.
Although the action of bending over and lowering her head would inevitably affect the injury on her left shoulder, Lu Che could not care less at the moment.
Her heart was pounding and she was so nervous that she had difficulty breathing.
Finally, Lu Che's soft lips covered the man's thin lips. Lu Che slowly stuck out his tongue as if he had learned it by himself and pried open Lu Qilin's tightly closed lips.
The water poured into the man's long-dried mouth. Lu Che's nimble little tongue accidentally went too deep and became uncontrollably entangled with Lu Qilin.
It's a wonderful feeling.
This was the first time Lu Che took the initiative to kiss the young master. She was so nervous that she felt that the oxygen in her brain was almost sucked out by this kiss. (To be continued)