Chapter 166 Playing the Martyr
When the sound of water came from the bathroom, Qingyue suddenly felt relaxed. He came to the bathroom and knocked on the door gently, "Nuanxin, you have injuries. Do you need me to help you shower?"
"No. You can leave now." Nuanxin answered indifferently. The cold tone made him nervous, and his heart was also in pain.
"After taking shower, let me help you to apply medicine. OK?"
"No, just put the medicine down there..."
"......"
Qingyue went back to the living room dejectedly. Shaobai and Siye looked at each other and basically understood what happened...
"Ye, I want you to investigate this thing that Nuanxin was hurt. You must bring out this person to me." Qingyue raised his head and gave an order coldly, with a strong murderous look on his face
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"You can trust me. I will get it clear and bring this person to you." Siye nodded very seriously.
"Nuanxin still doesn't forgive you?" Shaobai asked, looking at him in worry.
Qingyue nodded his head with a face of decadence. He really didn't know what to do. If she treated him indifferently all the time, he really wanted to die.
"I don't think Nuanxin is really angry with you. She still loves you, but you have gone too far this time and hurt her heart. In fact, she is a soft-hearted girl. Maybe you could try playing the martyr and coax her. She will definitely forgive you." Siye couldn't stand that Qingyuan looked so worried, and patted him on the shoulder.
Hearing this, Qingyue's eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at him with dark eyes and asked, "How can I coax her? How should I play the martyr?"
"......" This guy had a lot of women around him, but he was still a green hand in the term of love. He had no idea how to please girls.
"Come here, I'll teach you..." Siye smiled at him mysteriously...
Nuanxin took a hot bath and finally felt more comfortable. She went out of the bathroom with a hair dryer. She was about to dry her hair. As soon as she turned on the switch, a big hand covered her small hands. She looked back in surprise. The hair dryer in her hand had been grabbed by Qingyue and held in his hand.
"Let me help you. Sit down.
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"No, I can do it myself."
Nuanxin quickly stood up and refused, avoiding his fingers, and looked at him with her mouth closed in displeasure. Holding the hair dryer, Qingyue's hand stopped. Suddenly, he coughed lightly, then covered his chest, and squatted down slowly, with a very painful expression on his face...
"Hi, what's the matter?" Nuanxin was shocked.She held him up spontaneously and asked nervously.
"Chest pain..." Qingyue said and coughed again, as if he was really in pain.
"Chest pain? How did that happen? Where? Is this the place?" Nuanxin asked nervously, pressing her hand against his chest.
"No, here." Qingyue took her hand and put it to his heart. Looking at her distressed and anxious look, his heart suddenly warmed up.
"Why does it hurt here? Where is Shaobai? Let him check, or go to the hospital. I'll change my clothes now." Nuanxin looked at his uncomfortable appearance and was immediately panicked. All the unhappiness and resentment were forgotten.
"Nuanxin, don't worry..." Qingyue stretched out his hands to hold her in his arms. Watching her distressed and anxious look, he felt guilty. He really wanted to tell her that he was OK. He was just heartbroken. But he was afraid that after he said this, he would face her cold and disgusted eyes again. Until this moment, he knew how much he loved her tenderness...
Remembering Siye's warning, he continued frowning and said, "It's just a small problem. I'll take some medicine later and I'll be fine."
"How can it be a small problem. This is the heart. Do you have other place uncomfortable?" Nuanxin asked, looking at him nervously.
"Somewhere else... I have a headache. You know I've had a migraine for a long time. I've been up all night and it started to hurt again." Qingyue said, pressing a hand to his forehead in pain.
"Are you stupid? You know you will have a headache. Why didn't you go to sleep? Get up quickly and lie down on the bed. Is it really OK for your chest? Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?" Nuanxin was so worried, and she quickly picked him up from the ground and let him lie down on the bed.
"It's really fine. I assure you." Looking at her anxious and sad appearance, Qingyue suddenly felt a little regretful for using Siye's idea of playing the martyr. He really felt guilty. It was him who had made a mistake, but now he used such a mean way to make her worry about him.
"I will help you to press the head first. It will relieve your pain." Nuanxin helped him to lie down, then climbed into it. She half knelt beside him, and began to press his forehead and temples.
Qingyue did have a headache, but he was so worried about her that he didn't notice it at all. Now she pressed him in this way, and he felt much more comfortable and relaxed.
Nuanxin massaged seriously and was moderate in force. Qingyue's frown was slowly stretched out under her gentle pressure. His eyes were staring at her small face, and not willing to leave for a moment.
"Nuanxin... Can you let me explain?" He seized her hands suddenly, and said in cracked voice with his dark eyes looking at her warily.
Nuanxin's fingers suddenly stopped. Her pale lips tightly pressed. She didn't speak, and her fingers pressed his forehead again.
"Yesterday, Dong'er's forehead was hurt for saving you. I saw it clearly in my location. Because you are my wife, and she was injured to save you, so I went to check her wound first. In my heart, she saved you means that she saved me. We are the one, but she is a stranger. I just don't want to owe her... I know it's a bit far-fetched, and you'll think this is just an excuse. But that's what I was thinking..." Qingyue looked at her very sincerely and explained. This was his real idea at that time.
"Dear, forgive me this time, will you? I know I was wrong. If you are still angry, hit me to vent your anger. Don't hold your feelings." Qingyue took her little hands and slapped himself hard in the face.
"Qingyue, are you crazy?" She felt her hand hit his face and quickly tried to pull it away, but he held her hands tightly...
"Let me go!
"No, no. I won't let go until you forgive me. I'll let you keep hitting me until you're not angry."