Xia Wan'er was so lost in thought that she didn't even realize the car had started.
It was not until Qiao Mingye stuffed a grape into her mouth that she came to her senses.
"What are you thinking about?" Qiao Mingye asked.
Xia Wan'er realized it belatedly and wanted to withdraw her hand, but Qiao Mingye held her hand tightly on his legs.
He still had the ointment in his other hand, and when he saw her moving around, he quickly grabbed it and said, "Don't move, you have to apply the ointment."
Xia Wan'er lowered her head and discovered that the grapes he had just peeled when He Xianrou came over were placed on the small table beside her.
It can be seen that Actor Deqiao seldom does such rough work, but Xia Wan'er saw with her own eyes that he peeled the fruits one by one with great care.
I thought he was peeling them for himself, but I didn't expect that there was not a single peel left and they were all placed in front of me.
She took a light bite and held it in her mouth. It was so sweet.
Seeing Qiao Mingye put her hand on his slender leg as if it were a treasure, he carefully applied medicine on it, worried about hurting her.
She had lived for so long in her previous life, but she had never seen such a distressed look on anyone's face.
The cool and comfortable touch dissolved in her hands, and she suddenly had the urge to cry, but she was afraid that if she cried, everything would fall apart like a dream.
The surroundings were terribly quiet and she could only hear her own increasingly unsteady heartbeat.
"Mr. Qiao." She mustered up the courage to speak, her voice was very low, and she was not sure whether Qiao Mingye could hear it.
But Qiao Mingye happened to hear it. He raised his head slightly and looked at her, "What's wrong?"
"Why are you so nice to me?" Xia Wan'er bit her lips and stared into his eyes, afraid to see a hint of teasing in them.
Qiao Mingye was stunned for a moment, then smiled and asked, "Isn't it natural for Mr. Qiao to be nice to Mrs. Qiao?"
His eyes were sincere, but Xia Wan'er felt more and more uneasy.
Her voice trailed off. “What if I’m not Mrs. Joe? What if we’re not engaged? What if we get divorced tomorrow?”
After hearing this, Qiao Mingye put away his smile, reached out and touched the top of her head, and said with unprecedented certainty: "You can only be Mrs. Qiao."
Xia Wan'er hesitated and said, "But I have a bad record in the past, and I even—"
Qiao Mingye interrupted her: "But you are not the same person you were before."
Xia Wan'er: "What if I'm not Xia Wan'er?"
Qiao Mingye grabbed her wrist and said seriously, "But you are Xia Wan'er."
Xia Wan'er was stunned, her face was a little bleak, she felt her heartbeat was silent at this moment. She said slowly, "I remember you also said that I am more fun than the old Xia Wan'er."
This sentence has always been a hurdle in her heart that she cannot overcome.
"Well, you are different from the Xia Wan'er I knew before. I like you as you are now. You are the only one I want to marry and spend my life with." Qiao Mingye retracted his gaze, gently helped her rub the ointment on her hands, and said softly.
Xia Wan'er stared at him: "Then when will you take me to meet your Uncle Fan and Sister Fang?" Especially Fang Wu, she must know something.
"Unfortunately, they have gone abroad and we won't be able to see them in the short term. I'll take you to see them when there's a chance in the future." Qiao Mingye raised his head, gently hooked her nose, and said in a deep voice, "Don't think that just because I was the first to fall in love, you can stay out of it."
Xia Wan'er pursed her lips, her face still pale.
These few short sentences had already used up all her strength.
But she still couldn't figure out Qiao Mingye. She never got the answer she wanted. What was even more frustrating was that she didn't know what answer she wanted.
She messed up her mind.
(End of this chapter)