"I'm quite strong, and my left hand is not injured."
Feeling looked down upon, Qi Jingmo insisted on carrying a bag himself.
Su Qiao thought for a moment, put down the bag in his hand, took out a small bag of greens from the shopping bag and stuffed it into his hand: "You carry this."
"… "
Holding a small bundle of vegetables weighing less than two kilograms in both hands, Qi Jingmo looked a little disheveled.
Why did he feel that he was treated as a weak scholar who couldn't carry anything on his shoulders or lift anything with his hands
"You have already been satisfied if you want to mention it, why don't you go quickly?"
Seeing that he hadn't caught up yet, Su Qiao turned around and greeted him.
Qi Jingmo followed slowly, holding the bundle of vegetables in his arms.
As soon as the two walked out of the supermarket, they heard bursts of laughter from behind.
Su Qiao didn't think anything of it, but Qi Jingmo's face suddenly turned red.
"Why are you blushing?" Su Qiao felt strange.
Judging from the previous three dimensions, he should not be a person who cares about other people's thoughts and opinions.
Qi Jingmo patted his face and stared at her with a little resentment: "They are laughing at me."
"They're not laughing at you, they're... they're crazy, yeah, they're crazy."
Su Qiao couldn't find any good excuse for a moment.
Of course, she really thought those people were crazy.
After all, she didn't find what happened just now funny at all.
"Your consolation is not convincing at all." Qi Jingmo still had a resentful look in his eyes.
Su Qiao thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll go back and make sure they can't laugh?"
Although this is a bit troublesome, it is also a relatively quick way.
Laugh... Can't laugh
Is it what he thought
Qi Jingmo did not forget that she had a bad temper.
"Well... forget it. I don't care what others think anyway."
Even if you mind, you can't really go back and beat up innocent people, right
"That's it, let's just live our own lives and not bother with them."
As he spoke, Su Qiao walked forward with two large bags in his hands.
Qi Jingmo behind him thought about it, and seemed to have figured something out. A smile slowly climbed onto his handsome face: "That's right."
What do other people think? What does it have to do with them
As long as they feel good about it!
Qi Jingmo felt that his previous struggle was really ridiculous.
"Hurry up. If you keep walking two steps and stopping for a long time like this, we won't be able to get home before dark."
Seeing that he didn't catch up again, Su Qiao stopped again helplessly.
Qi Jingmo gave her a bright smile: "Here I am."
*
After the two of them had lunch, Su Qiao began to give him acupuncture and apply medicine as usual.
"How are you feeling today?"
Su Qiao rubbed his palms to warm them up, poured some ointment, and began to massage his wrists carefully, using neither too much nor too little force.
"It's a little warm."
Qi Jingmo nodded slightly and looked at her quietly, with a slight flicker in his narrow eyes.
“That means it’s working.”
Pretty much as she predicted.
Su Qiao felt relieved.
"Did you heal your hand in the same way?"
Qi Jingmo's eyes fell on her white and tender little hands, and his ears suddenly felt hot.
Although they have been in contact for a while, he would even come over from time to time to help her clean the room and cook.
Or maybe we would make a cup of tea occasionally, but this was the first time for such an intimate gesture.
He couldn't quite remember... how he started.
It seemed like... Ever since that dream that night, he inexplicably wanted to get closer to her, closer to her.