Chapter 89 The First Night on Duty

  When Yan Qingcheng and Bai Wei left Cong Ye's room, Zhi Xiao Hui looked at Cong Ye with his arms hanging from his neck, thinking that he would have to wash Cong Ye's body next, and couldn't help but blush and palpitate. Lowering her head, she came to Cong Ye's side, but in her heart, she was pondering how to get Cong Ye to take off his upper-body sweater.

  "Xiao Hui, I really don't need to take a bath."

  Seeing Zhì Xiǎohuì's expression, Cong Ye emphasized again with some embarrassment.

  Zhi Xiao Hui didn't notice Cong Ye, and after looking for half a day, she realized that no matter what, it was impossible to take off her sweater without touching Cong Ye's injured arm. After thinking for a moment, she decisively picked up the fruit knife on the table and came behind Cong Ye, saying:

  "Don't move."

  Zhì Xiǎo Huì pulled up Cong Ye's sweater and cut it into two pieces with a small knife. Then, she also cut open the two short sleeves and tore apart the front placket, ultimately turning Cong Ye's half-new sweater into shreds. After that, she pushed Cong Ye into the bathroom, dipped a towel in water, and slowly wiped down Cong Ye's upper body.

  One side wipes, one side considers what to do with the lower body. The more I think about it, the redder my face becomes, Cong Ye has already discovered that Zhi Xiao Hui's ear roots have long been red, and says repeatedly:

  "Alright, alright, let's just leave it at that."

  Zhi Xiao Hui silently and stubbornly spent half an hour before finally gritting her teeth to untie Cong Ye's waistband. When Cong Ye's long pants, soaked with fresh blood on his right leg, fell down, the gruesome scene between his legs was instantly exposed.

  Zhì Xiǎo Huì didn't know that when Cong Ye was bandaging the knife wound on his thigh in the hospital, the nurse had already cut open Cong Ye's underwear and taken it off.

  The scene in front of her made Zhi Xiaohui press her chin against her own clavicle, holding back her intense heartbeat. She turned to the back of Cong Ye and started wiping him clean with a wet towel after a while. At this time, Cong Ye was not much better than Zhi Xiaohui. Several times he wanted to leave the bathroom and return to the bed in the suite, but the bathroom door had been closed by Zhi Xiaohui when she came in, and Cong Ye's two hands were unable to move, so how could he open it? He had no choice but to close his eyes and stand there, letting Zhi Xiaohui wipe his body clean.

  Butt, thigh, calf, and both feet had all been carefully cleaned, leaving only one last place. Zhì Xiǎo Huì lowered her head, looking at the bathroom floor, with a towel dipped in water slowly approaching, but she didn't have the courage to wipe away the dense pubic hair. The more Zhì Xiǎo Huì hesitated, the more she held the towel and circled around the base of Cóng Yè's thigh, bringing greater stimulation and longing, and an even stronger physiological response. However, at this point, Cóng Yè wouldn't say anything either. His body's instinctive reaction was no longer under his control.

  When Zhi Xiao Hui finally pressed the wet towel onto Cong Ye's forehead, Cong Ye almost cried out in surprise.

  Almost with her eyes closed, Zhi Xiao Hui had finished washing the lower half of Cong Ye's body, and then she helped him onto the bed in the suite, put a robe on him, and supported him as he lay down. After that, Zhi Xiao Hui's heart almost jumped out of her throat.

  Zhì Xiǎohuì, who had not fully recovered yet, felt a sudden surge of pain in her chest due to the intense heartbeat earlier, which seemed to have stirred up the injury at the broken meridian point. She curled up alone on the sofa outside, and before she knew it, tears began falling from her eyes again. Zhì Xiǎohuì didn't even know why she was crying. Ever since she had a good cry on Nanjing Road that afternoon, her eyes seemed to have never fully dried up.

  Time flew by quickly as Zhì Xiǎo Huì's thoughts were in disarray. When Bó Wèi arrived at 11:40 to replace Zhì Xiǎo Huì in Cóng Yè's room, she saw that Zhì Xiǎo Huì's eyes were red and swollen, and her body was curled up on the sofa. Her first reaction was that Zhì Xiǎo Huì had a relapse of her old illness.

  "What's wrong, Little Hui?"

  In her haste, Bertha's voice was louder than she had intended.

  Actually, Cong Ye on the suite bed hadn't fallen asleep either. His mind was filled with the feeling of Zhi Xiao Hui wiping his lower body and he couldn't shake it off no matter what. Upon hearing Bai Wei's voice, Cong Ye used his elbows to prop himself up, sat up straight with a bit of force, then shifted to the edge of the bed and got down onto the floor. He wanted to go outside and take a look at Zhi Xiao Hui who hadn't made any noise for a long time. The sleeping gown draped over his body had already slipped off, leaving him in a state of undress. Afraid that Bai Wei would open the door and come in, he quickly sat back onto the bed, lay down on his back, but no matter what, he couldn't cover himself with the towel blanket.

  "It's okay, I had some heartburn earlier, but it's much better now."

  "Xiao Hui, you hurry back and rest, I'll take care of things here."

  "Okay, fine."

  Zhì Xiǎo Huì got up and walked to the door of the suite, casually opening it. Bó Wèi followed behind Zhì Xiǎo Huì and took a glance inside, just in time to see Róng Yè lying on his back with his upper body exposed, his legs still moving as if trying to cover himself with the towel that had slipped off. Bó Wèi only looked for a moment before quickly turning away, her face flushing and heart racing. On the other hand, Zhì Xiǎo Huì remained relatively calm as she walked in and covered Róng Yè, even remembering to ask:

  "Do you want to go to the restroom?"

  "No."

  Cong Ye lightly responded with a "yes", but didn't dare look into Zhi Xiao Hui's eyes.

  Zhi Xiao Hui turned around and walked out, closing the door behind her, saying to Bai Wei:

  "I'm going back then."

  Bai Wei's face was still burning, and she slightly lowered her head, sending Zhi Xiao Hui to the door, closing it behind her before sitting down on the sofa, randomly flipping through TV channels with the remote control. Bai Wei didn't want to think about what she had just seen, but couldn't control her thoughts. From this, Bai Wei recalled the scene of Zhi Xiao Hui washing Cong Ye's body, causing her little heart to skip a beat.

  Just now, Bai Wei also saw that Zhī Xiǎo Huì had walked in and covered Cong Ye's brother with a towel, her face calm. She admired Zhī Xiǎo Huì very much and wondered if it was because Cong Ye's brother had treated Zhī Xiǎo Huì's body before, so they had physical contact, that's why Zhī Xiǎo Huì was so calm?

  Bai Wei lazily leaned against the back of the sofa, randomly switching TV channels with her hands, letting her thoughts wander aimlessly. From getting up at 6:00 in the morning, taking more than 40 minutes to get ready, Yang Yi came to pick her up and take her to the airport. After a three-hour flight, they didn't wait for Cong Ye Gege and Qing Cheng Jie at the airport, and then got stuck in traffic on Nanjing Road due to a hijacking incident. From learning that the people who were hijacked were Cong Ye Gege and Qing Cheng Jie, to rushing to the hospital to accompany them back to the dry goods store, although she didn't do any strenuous exercise, Bai Wei still couldn't help but feel tired after this day's events, and unknowingly fell asleep in a daze.

  "Xiao Wei, wake up and go back to your room to rest."

  "Has it reached the time, Sister Qingcheng?"

  Bai Wei rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked Yan Qingcheng who was standing beside her.

  "It's time now, it's already 2:10."

  "Oh, then I'll go back to sleep."

  Bai Wei stood up, turned her head and glanced at the door of the suite, then walked out.

  After Pei Wei left, Yan Qing Cheng gently opened the door to the suite and happened to see Cong Ye sitting on the bed with a towel draped over his legs.

  "Are you awake?"

  "Qing Cheng Jie, I need to use the restroom."

  Yan Qingcheng looked at the awkward expression on Cong Ye's face and understood what was going on. Without changing his expression, he walked over, supported Cong Ye's armpits, half-pulling and half-lifting him to the bed. He casually grabbed a towel from the bed and wrapped it around Cong Ye's waist before leading him out. After opening the bathroom door, Yan Qingcheng went in first, standing beside the toilet, and when Cong Ye walked over, he gently helped lift up the towel wrapped around his waist.

  When he finished urinating, he said in a low voice:

  "Alright."

  Yan Qingcheng knew from Cong Ye's urine just now that Cong Ye must have held it for a long time.

  "Why didn't you call Weiwei just now?"

  "Qing Cheng Jie, Xiao Wei is still a child."

  Yan Qingcheng smiled slightly and didn't say anything, helping Cong Ye back onto the bed, implying that he should lie down, but then she heard Cong Ye say:

  "Qing Cheng Jie, I'll just sit here for now, I want to try using the hot spring to recover from my injuries."

  "Alright, if there's anything, just call me, can't hold it in anymore, otherwise it's bad for the body."

  Yan Qingcheng instructed, brought the door to the outside, turned on the TV with a wave of her hand, sat down on the sofa, and closed her eyes slightly. It wasn't until now that Yan Qingcheng's cheeks slowly flushed red. She had also seen Cong Ye's ferocity earlier and couldn't help but think of the scene where Zhi Xiao Hui undressed and washed Cong Ye's body. Thinking about how it would be her turn in two days, Yan Qingcheng knew she would inevitably feel awkward as well. After all, Cong Ye, who had become irreplaceable to her, was not a patient in the strict sense of the word.