Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Luosang was momentarily speechless. âI remember that you hated me carrying you the most. You only have one injured leg, not two,â she said.
âYeah?â Nian Junting blinked. âI forgot about that.â
Luosang didnât know how to respond. How badly do you want me to carry you? she thought.
He propped his hands on the wheelchair to stand up, then hopped to the bed. After lying down, he said to Luosang, âHurry up, get some water.â
Luosang walked into the bathroom while shaking her head. Soon after, she came out with a bowl of warm water. She wrung out a washcloth, handed it to Nian Junting, and said, âMr. Nian, please let me remind you again, you only have a sprain, not a spine injury. Your hands are good. Do it yourself. Donât act like youâre disabled.â
Nian Junting didnât respond. He suddenly felt so upset, as he wanted nothing else but for her to take care of him now. âMy hand is aching.â A while later, he raised his right hand and said, âI had intravenous drips today and yesterday. My hand hurts so much. Itâs terribly sore.â
Luosang couldnât think of a word to say for a long time. How could he make up an excuse like that? He was so shameless. Did he think that she was silly enough to believe that?
âI donât feel good, so I donât want to move.â Nian Junting laid on the bed, motionless, and said, âYou have to give me a sponge bath, or Iâll never take a shower or wash my face or feet. The doctor said that it will take at least a week for me to heal.â
Luosang had no choice but to fulfill his ridiculous request and give him a sponge bath. After all, she was so touched by what Lu Kang had said earlier. As she used to look after him, she was pretty practiced at giving him a sponge bath. However, she felt even shier than before when seeing the private part of his body again.
Nian Junting shamelessly covered his forehead with a hand and said, âWhat should I do?â
Luosang rolled her eyes.
Nian Junting quickly lifted his head and said, âYou canât do this. You have to deal with it, or Iâll feel uncomfortable.â
âArenât you asking for too much?â Luosangâs pretty face looked scarlet under the lamplight. âYou were able to get through it before, werenât you?â
âI was young. I was able to get through anything back then. But now, Iâm old.â Nian Junting gritted his teeth and sighed with a bitter face.
âHow old are you? That was only a year ago,â Luosang replied.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âI was only 29 last year, but this year, Iâm almost 30.â Nian Junting gazed at her and said, âSangsang, I want it so much. You havenât touched me in about 20 days. If you donât comfort me as quickly as you can, I might start to lose it again. I am a man with a psychological issue. The doctor said that the old illness might relapse if I hold it back for too long.â
âWhich doctor said that?â Luosang asked.
âUm... A doctor whoâs called, âDoctor Nian,ââ he said.
Luosang burst out in laughter. She seriously admired him for being so good at making things up. However, she really didnât have the heart to watch him suffer. After all, sexual pleasure was one of the best things in life.
Quite a while later, Nian Junting gave a muffled moan. Luosangâs face blushed crimson. âMr. Nian, are you satisfied with my service?â she asked after finishing.
Nian Junting didnât know what to say.