Chapter 135: Illuminating My Life (Seventh Watch)
In the very end, Si Qingchen finally got to take that pill he had long desired.
Later, the little one dutifully helped him change the medicine and replace the bandages.
Lying contentedly in bed, even the muscles that had been tense all along relaxed considerably.
“Do you want to come over and rest for a while?”
At this moment, Si Qingchen no longer hid his mischievous thoughts. He looked meaningfully at Mu Qingcheng’s still-flushed delicate face, smiling in a way that made her heart tremble involuntarily.
“Pervert!”
Mu Qingcheng refused to fall for such tricks again and stubbornly refused to move closer to him.
She sat far away on the other side of the large bed, guarding herself like a wary wolf against Si Qingchen.
The man gazed at her quietly and decided it was best to stop pushing; there was no need to force things.
Their relationship had grown closer over time, and there was no rush for this moment.
If things backfired, he wouldn’t even have a place to cry.
But...
Even if he couldn’t win the beauty entirely, he could at least hold her little hand.
So, Si Qingchen silently reached out a hand and hooked her little pinky finger.
His voice was soft and warm, remarkably sincere in a way that was hard to resist.
“Qingcheng, come.”
“...”
Mu Qingcheng glanced at him, then at the finger resting by her leg, and finally nodded quietly, extending her small hand.
Immediately, the man’s broad palm enclosed it.
His rough fingertips caressed hers, as if stroking right into her heart.
Suddenly, her heartbeat quickened.
They remained silent like this for a while, then Si Qingchen spoke softly,
“It’s late. Let’s have dinner before you leave.”
“I don’t want to...”
“Would you really leave me to eat alone, hmm?”
“...”
“Qingcheng,”
He gently shook her fingers, almost like a child seeking affection, stirring her heart with that small gesture.
She wanted to say “I want to go home,” but when she opened her mouth, the words that came out were,
“Alright, I’ll have dinner with you.”
“Mm.”
Si Qingchen smiled softly, then, somewhat tired, closed his eyes to rest.
...
About half an hour later,
Knock, knock—
Two light knocks sounded on the door, then stopped.
Si Qingchen was still asleep, so Mu Qingcheng got out of bed to open it.
“Miss Mu, the young master asked us to bring you some clothes.”
The visitor was neither Si Nan nor Si Bei, but a maid from the Si household.
She held a brown paper bag, smiling warmly at her.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Please rest first.”
The young maid seemed very excited. After handing over the bag to Mu Qingcheng, she swiftly left.
Mu Qingcheng turned back with the paper bag and saw that the man had opened his eyes, his dark gaze fixed on her.
“You’re awake?”
“Mm, awake.”
His deep nasal voice was low and half-drowsy, stirring something tender in Mu Qingcheng’s heart.
At this moment, Si Qingchen was completely different from before, shedding his noble aloofness to become warmly natural.
He seemed about to sit up, so Mu Qingcheng set down the bag and quickly rushed over.
“Be careful, I’ll help you.”
Si Qingchen made no move, waiting for her support.
When her palm grasped his arm, Si Qingchen carefully studied her brows and eyes, then sincerely said,
“Thank you, Qingcheng.”
“For what?”
“For appearing... and lighting up my whole life.”
Mu Qingcheng, “...”