Song Qing picked up the can, raised both hands outside the bed, used strength to twist.
The can was sealed very tightly, and also didn’t know if it was sweat or water, a bit slippery.
He wiped it with the hem of his clothes, once again used strength.
Pop a sound, a loud water noise rang out, the can also opened in response.
The liquid inside splashed some because of the shaking, but most was still there.
After Song Qing finished opening the can, one hand still held it up, the hand holding the iron lid instead retreated a bit, hidden between his clothes.
Nan Zhi stared at the can held high outside the bed for a while, after storing up some strength, immediately propped herself up, used both hands to cup the can and bring it to her mouth.
Because she knew she didn’t have much strength, didn’t snatch it down, drank with the help of Song Qing’s hand.
After drinking a few mouthfuls she fell back down.
Stored-up strength was used up.
But because she drank something, also ate two tangerines, she was already much better.
Lived again.
Low blood sugar, as long as you eat something, will ease a lot.
Nan Zhi felt some strength returned to her body, sat up again, cupped Song Qing’s hand and the can, drank a few more mouthfuls, confirmed that she was fine then directly took it from Song Qing’s hand, drank two-thirds in one breath, still left a little bit.
“Can’t drink anymore. A bit too sweet and greasy.”
This kind of already opened and drunk-from-the-mouth item, to someone like her with very poor stomach and intestines, if not finished today, kept until tomorrow can’t be drunk, 100% will have diarrhea.
Her stomach and intestines are very fragile.
Sleep schedule not regular, long-term under anxiety, panic, regret kind of emotions, also doesn’t like eating breakfast, eats whenever hungry, time not fixed, caused her stomach to become more and more crispy skin [脆皮 (cuìpí) — literally “crispy skin”; slangy/metaphorical way of saying something is fragile or vulnerable, especially in online language].
This point, Nan Zhi noticed that Song Qing did very well — he would think of ways to let himself eat full, rather than go hungry.
For example, feeling embarrassed to pick dishes, thinking vegetables and meat are expensive, so cooks more white rice for himself, cheap steamed buns, etc. When it’s boxed meals he knows she can’t finish, waits for her leftovers.
Tries his best to protect himself and care for himself under harsh environments, so now he’s healthy and strong, also grew very tall, just because in the past ate poorly — although the quantity was there, there was not much nutrition, so just a bit overly thin.
These few days he also raised his complexion to look a bit better.
“Put it there, I’ll drink it later.”
Song Qing also knows her stomach isn’t good, can’t drink overnight stuff, letting it sit is wasteful, now he takes initiative to mention it, it’s a pretty good improvement.
Nan Zhi nodded, stood up, when about to leave she looked back, took another look around.
Because afraid he’d feel no privacy, during school often heard people complain their parents didn’t respect them, didn’t even have their own room, and their temporary resting space parents would come in and out at will — so she pays a lot of attention to this aspect.
Rarely comes to his turf, worried he’d feel no sense of security, feel like he’s some object, not respected.
Comes rarely, so whenever there’s suddenly any change in the room, she notices it first thing — a few more books at the head of the bed, on the shelf below the clothes rack, the bag he brought was flattened — dared to take out his own things.
This means: settled in with peace of mind.
She also didn’t unpack things the first few days after coming home, because worried she might leave anytime. Later only slowly began taking things out of her suitcase, moved out her computer, etc.
He like this is acknowledgment of this place, plans to stay long-term.
Can’t let it be ruined — she just remembers herself as not as good as above, better than below. [idiom meaning someone is in a middling or average position.]
Though her parents didn’t treat her as well as her older sister and younger brother, they also weren’t bad.
It’s just that she found it hard to accept the huge disparity, couldn’t bear that her older sister and younger brother were remembered — every time her parents came back, they’d bring the things they liked to eat, only she didn’t have anything.
Her parents didn’t even know what she liked to eat.
Couldn’t bear either that when going out, her parents said all the money they earned was for Xixi and Shangshang, without her name in it.
Xixi and Shangshang are the nicknames of her older sister and younger brother.
Only after she walked out of the room did her parents patch in, as if mending a hole, added a sentence: “And also Zhizhi.”
So she couldn’t wait to move out of the house, would rather squeeze into a dormitory than go back.
Just don’t make him also get forced into wanting to move out rather than stay behind.
Nan Zhi seriously thought about it — she always did bring up his name, placed him in the first position. Where the money is, that’s where the love is — she was quite willing to spend on him. He should be able to feel it, only feel being remembered and cared for, and not like her, suffering gains and losses, tangled up with sleepless nights, right?
Being meticulous in thought helped her with painting, loved to pick on the details — but sometimes that wasn’t good either.
Nan Zhi was already completely fine, after saying good night to him, walked upstairs.
After she left, Song Qing finally took out that hand he had been hiding between his clothes — fingers spread out, in the center of his palm was a cut wound.
It was from just now, opening the can, that he got cut.
Song Qing raised the can lid, looked at it for a bit — saw the raised edge of the lid had a little part lifted up. When he first touched it, he hadn’t noticed. The slippery feeling he felt was also because of the blood on his hand. When he wiped, he touched that little change — the second time opening it went much more smoothly. He used force, and in the end did twist it open.
But it also made his hand bleed more, and he was afraid Nan Zhi would see, so he hid it.
He still had the lid in his hand. Blood had flowed onto the lid. Didn’t stain his clothes, and Nan Zhi didn’t notice.
Song Qing placed the lid to the side. Just as he was about to take care of it, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a white figure at the doorway. Lifting his head, he saw Nan Zhi standing not far away, quietly watching him.
She didn’t say anything either, just sighed once and walked away. After a while, she came back carrying a medical kit, sat silently at the edge of the bed, opened the kit, took out gauze and iodine.
Her other hand then opened up, stretched out toward him.
Song Qing, after his actions were discovered, already had no reaction — silently sat on the bed waiting to be dealt with. At this moment, he obediently handed over the injured hand, got his wrist bone grasped, pulled in front of her. She used tissue to blot up the flowing blood, then applied iodine to clean the wound.
The wound actually wasn’t big, but deep. Because of large movement by its owner, it squeezed out a lot of blood. After wiping and cleaning, a white gash was exposed.
While Nan Zhi was treating him, she also felt a bit guilty. Forgot to tell him — the can had been pried at by her with a knife. Because it didn’t open, and she was in a hurry to eat, she hadn’t looked closely at its shape.
Only now did she discover that edge had flared open and lifted up, and it cut him.
Even so, he still insisted — insisted on opening the can for her.
Actually, the first time his hand paused slightly, Nan Zhi already felt something wasn’t right. After that moment, he switched hands several times. Used his right hand — right side collarbone was fractured, couldn’t exert strength. Used left hand — left hand was cut, using strength would hurt.
In the end, he still went all out in one go and used the injured hand to completely open it.
He would rather get hurt than not open the can for her.
Nan Zhi’s heart was filled with all five flavors — very complicated.
Afterwards, he was still afraid she would find out, secretly hid the wound.
Still couldn’t escape her fiery eyes and golden gaze.
Knowing something was off with him, she purposely pretended to go upstairs, let him reveal his own flaw.
Clearly did something that moved her, but after being caught, this person became unbelievably obedient, as if he had done something wrong, afraid of being blamed by her.
Nan Zhi finished bandaging that hand. When wrapping from the tiger’s mouth \[虎口 — the web between the thumb and index finger] to the wrist, she accidentally touched the hair tie on his wrist bone.
This hair tie was originally on her wrist. Because she asked this person to help tie her hair, it accidentally ended up on his wrist bone.
He himself voluntarily and openly wore it on.
This isn’t something that just anyone can wear — only a boyfriend would wear his girlfriend’s hair tie.
Nan Zhi stared at the hair tie, shamelessly thought:
Wearing my hair tie means you’re my person.
For your own person, you can’t be careless.
After she properly bandaged the injured hand, she even reached out a finger and lifted his slightly lowered chin, told him to raise his posture a bit too. Then she pinched his still slightly baby-fat cheeks, and said:
“Don’t worry, I won’t blame you. But don’t do that again next time. Low blood sugar only looks urgent — actually, even if I don’t eat right away, just resting for a while will help it pass.”
He probably got scared by her state, that’s why he became so anxious.
Low blood sugar attacks really do come fast — one second you’re fine, the next second your heart is flustered, hands trembling, weakness surging up. Standing or walking can feel like dying.
But lying down will ease it a lot. When it happens, best not to move around, just lie down on the spot, wait for that wave of weakness to pass, then get up and eat something.
You just have to endure for a while. But if you go too long without eating, it’ll flare up again.
Maybe even halfway through cooking you’ll crash. Best to just order delivery, or have someone at home to help cook.
Nan Zhi’s original intention in bringing him back was really simple. So she never thought that during her low blood sugar episode, she’d be fed by him.
Bringing him home — the one who got convenience and benefits seemed to be her.
She felt Song Qing took care of her more.
A little wife like this — even if you give tens of thousands in bride price, add her name on the house, cover the three golds — very low odds of marrying one.
Feels like she really made a killing.
Just 10,000 yuan and she tricked the person back home — the other party even showed a posture of letting her knead round or flatten at will.
Even sometimes would worry whether after she kneads him round or squeezes him flat, she herself is happy or not.
Though not said outright, he showed it very clearly.
Nan Zhi had to use all her strength every day just to stop herself from bullying him.
Of course, sometimes she couldn’t help it either.
That day, it was like being possessed by a ghost, made the cat call him “mommy.” The first time it was called, he turned around and looked, with a face like he’d seen a ghost.
So cute.
Nan Zhi often had the feeling that he was like a white dough ball — who could resist pinching it a couple times? Anyway, she couldn’t. She stretched out her other hand and pinched the other side of his cheek too.
After being pinched, this person still had a dumbfounded look on his face, like he wasn’t very smart.
After Nan Zhi finished bullying him, it was already late. She tidied up the medical kit, carried it out. After putting it back in its place, she remembered something again, so she opened the door to his little living room, wanting to tell him.
Once she squeezed herself in, she found him drinking from the can at the bedside. Inside the can there were still some sugar water and tangerines. Sugar water was easy to drink, but a few tangerines and coconut jelly were stuck at the bottom and couldn’t come out.
Nan Zhi saw him eating so happily and suddenly kind of understood what it meant when people said: “Normally you wouldn’t touch it even if you were beaten to death, but the moment someone else grabs it, you can’t help wanting to snatch it too.”
She couldn’t hold back and said: “I suddenly want to drink it again.”
Actually, it was because she felt that Song Qing didn’t mind her drinking what she left behind — she also wanted to tell Song Qing that she didn’t mind him either.
On the bed, Song Qing heard it, glanced at the leftover tangerines and coconut chunks at the bottom of the can, then looked at Nan Zhi. He didn’t want Nan Zhi to eat his leftovers. So he clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and tried to pour everything into his mouth.
Too late — already snatched away by Nan Zhi. Because she moved fast, she even choked him a bit.
After he pulled out a tissue and finished wiping his mouth, he saw Nan Zhi holding the can up — not minding at all that he’d touched it — took two sips and then handed it back to him.
He had just poured a tiny bit in his mouth, and it got snatched again.
Only a bit of sugary water remained at the bottom — ended up with the two of them, one sip for you, one sip for me, finishing it together.
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