Ai looked at Lu Zhanqing and then Lu Zhanke. She thought over the whole thing from the beginning to the end. Suddenly she quivered. âWhat if Lu Zhanqing has any special feeling for Lu ZhankeâŠâ
She felt a little bit disgusting when thinking in this way. And then she shook her head quickly. She thought to herself, âI must be influenced by Ji Xingfan. Or why did I keep woolgathering?â
But Zhanqing acted really strangely.
Before Ai could figure out, Lu Zhanqing left. He came abruptly and left abruptly too. She was confused, âHeâsâŠâ
âWhat?â Lu held her hand and answered her in the clouds.
âNothingâŠâ Ai didnât tell Lu about the strange test.
Lu patted the bed besides him, âAre you tired? Go up and have a rest.â
Ai was certainly tired so she didnât say too much. She went up and lay down with Lu. When she caught sight of Luâs smiling mouth corner, she suddenly feltâŠ
She thought for a while, and then asked, âYou smiled a lot recentlyâŠâ
Did the bullet shot open his laughing acupoint? So he was delighted out of no reason.
Lu said in delight, âBecause I am happy.â
Ai treated him so gently and looked after him considerately. He was delighted naturally so he couldnât help smiling.
Ai got a headache, âI remember you are not like this before. You were not so approachable. And you always talked with people coldly, just like your brother.â
ââŠâ Luâs smile gradually dissolved. He asked tentatively, âYouâŠlike the kind of man like Lu Zhanqing?â
Lu got nervous when he said this. It was his father who wanted Ai Changhuan to marry Zhanqing. Because he wished his son and daughter-in-law to stay with him and then he could accompany his grandson.
But Zhanqing flatly refused. So Zhanke became the one who married Ai. Ai, therefore, followed him to the military.
âIf Ai liked cold men like Lu Zhanqing and knew her originally designated husband was Lu Zhanqing, would she regret?â
Lu became serious as usual now.
But, he was pretending. A man could be indifferent to anyone except the woman he likes. When ones heart was full of the person he cared, he couldnât help smiling. Because he could not fake love.
When Ai thought about Lu Zhankeâs poker face, she quivered, âHow is it possible? I think you are good as you are right now.â
A cold man was not her favorite. She didnât even want to give another look at him.
Lu finally felt relieved when he heard it. And he decided that he wouldnât let Lu Zhanqing get closer to Ai next time.
âChanghuanâŠâ He lay on the bed with Ai, holding her hands, listening to her voice and feeling her breath. Lu felt his heart was melting.
When he saved Du Yucheng, he thought he was going to die so he asked Du to take care of Ai. But now he found that he couldnât feel secured or willing no matter who he entrusted her to. Even if Ai once loved the man, he wouldnât give her to him. Because she was the one he loved.
Ai sensed his affection in his tone, and she was touched. So she asked in a sweet voice, âWhat?â
âNothing. I just wanted to call your name.â Lu closed his eyes, saying calmly.
Ai felt he held her hands hard. That may be the maximum force he could use. She remembered he could carry her on the shoulder without any effort. She started to feel sorry for him.
After hesitation, she got up and bent over Luâs shoulder which wasnât injured. She kissed his eyes and then his nose.
When she kissed him, Lu was at a blank. Because he never expected Ai would kiss him first. He felt warmhearted.
Aiâs eyelashes flattered and she started to be out of breath. Her heart beat wildly. Now she only knew how her heart skipping a beat felt. She felt as if her head was hit with a bang. She couldnât see anything or remember anything. She could only feel his hot chest under her balm.
Lu had already been lying on the bed for one week and he felt much better. So he strongly required to go out. Because he said he would rot if he kept staying indoor.
Ai couldnât persuade him to stay indoors and had to ask the doctor. The doctor said he could do some simple exercise but it couldnât be too long or too intense. Otherwise, his wound would be torn.
Having got permission from the doctor, Ai took Lu around in the wheelchair in the yard to appreciate the scenery and relax.
But Lu was upset, because he wasnât willing to sit on the wheelchair. In his opinion, it was for disabled or elderly people. He was strong. How could he use it?
He even lost his temper for the wheelchair.
Ai rested her hands on her hips, âYou are a patient now. Why canât you sit on it if other patients can sit on it?â
Lu said with a scowl, âNo. I can walk.â
He really hated the feeling of being one of the weak.
âYes. You can walk. But donât you know your wound will be torn?â
Ai gave him the last order. Lu began to be commanding, âI am thirsty. I want water.â
He was sick now but his temper was even worse. Ai compromised with him because he was a patient.
Having heard his words, she stood up to push him back, âWe go back first and then come down here.â
âNo need. You go back and I can wait here.â Lu waved his hand, âGo.â
Ai knew it was not necessary to go up and then go down, but she still worried about him and hesitated, âItâs not good to leave you here alone. What ifâŠâ
He was looked down upon again. Lu was in a bad mood. He always played a masculine role even if he got a shot. He wasnât so fragile that he had to be looked after for all the time.
So he became rude, âNothing bad will happen. I am an adult now.â
Alright. As Lu insisted, Ai gave up arguing with him. âWait here. I will be back soon. Stay still. You get it?â
âWhatâs her tone? Does she treat me like a kid?â Lu sneered with a scowl.
After all, Ai was worried about the patient. She ran back to fetch a cup of water and ran back quickly. But what happened didnât make her worried but troubled.
Lu still sat on the wheelchair. But there was a nurse next to him. They were close to each other, talking about something.
It was nothing if they just talked. But the nurse pinched his arm. It seemed that she was testing if his arm was muscular enough.
What was more important was that Lu didnât push her away.