h4Chapter 480: Chapter 480/h4

    His fever had reluctantly subsided.

    After Ying Xi calmed down emotionally, she felt very guilty and busily took care of Jiang Li, changing his damp towels and wiping his body to cool him down.

    She was as docile as a little bride, nothing like the fierce creature who had earlier snarled in bed like a wolf cub. The calm little bride was in fact the same person.

    Jiang Li didn’t feel too aggrieved; his body was certainly ufortable, but actually, it wasn’t too bad.

    After all, the emotional torment he had suffered recently was a thousand times worse than the physical difort he was experiencing now.

    Seeing that Ying Xi was finally not avoiding him anymore, Jiang Li was actually quite happy.

    He felt as if he hadn’t seen Ying Xi in a long time, and he truly missed her so much that he could hardly take his eyes off her face.

    When he saw Ying Xi taking away the towel from his forehead, which had been warmed by his body heat, and preparing to rece it with a cool, damp towel,

    Jiang Li reached out and took hold of Ying Xi’s hand.

    Ying Xi didn’t speak, just looked at him with clear, bright eyes in silence.

    In fact, from the start until now, besides the physical interactions, there had been hardly any verbalmunication between them.

    Both of them were rather silent, as if venting in silence.

    Ying Xi gazed steadily at Jiang Li.

    Jiang Li let out a gentle sigh, "You’re not angry anymore, right?"

    Ying Xi remained silent, quietly wringing out the towel, folding it neatly, and cing it on his forehead.

    "Don’t be angry anymore, okay?" Jiang Li asked again.

    Ying Xi didn’t make a sound, turned around to pour out the water in the basin, and Jiang Li, holding onto her hand, softened his voice considerably, sounding slightly feeble, "I really miss you. I’m almost in pain to death, and you still won’t talk to me?"

    Ying Xi let out a sigh, "I’m going to pour the water. There’s porridge simmering on the stove, I need to check on the fire, I’lle back and talk to youter."

    Only then did Jiang Li let go of her fingers, smiling apologetically, "Then, you go ahead, I’ll wait for you."

    Watching Ying Xi’s retreating figure, Jiang Li also felt that, perhaps all along, although he was older, it seemed like it had always been her taking care of him, whether when he was still a boy or now that he had be a handsome young man.

    It had always been like this.

    Ying Xi turned off the stove under the porridge, ced it in cold water to cool it down; the weather was hot, and eating hot porridge might not befortable.

    Then... she didn’t know what to do.

    Returning to the room to talk to Jiang Li, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to speak to him, she... didn’t know what to say.

    This was wrong. The steps they were taking to start over were mistaken. Rekindling their rtionship through physical rtions was deformed.

    But she couldn’t keep running away forever.

    Ying Xi stood in the kitchen, leaning against the sink, took a cigarette after a moment, and then poured a ss of water, bringing it into the room.

    Jiang Liy on the bed; lying t was ufortable for him, so he opted to lie on his stomach instead.

    A thin quilt covered him up to his waist, revealing his entire back and shoulders, all marked with deep and shallow imprints.

    Those were all marks she had left, and although Ying Xi was well aware of this, she still felt a bit embarrassed to look at them now.

    Jiang Li’s brow was furrowed; he was still ufortable. The persistent low fever made his whole being feel groggy, as if he could fall into a deep sleep at any moment.

    But still, he tried his best to keep his spirits up, waiting for Ying Xi toe in and have a proper talk.

    Then he heard footsteps, and Jiang Li hurriedly turned over.

    Suddenly, thefortable prone position turned into a supine one, and the pressure on his buttocks made Jiang Li’s face turn pale with pain.

    He gasped for air.

    Ying Xi hurried over and flipped him back with a swift hand.

    Jiang Liy on the pillow, not knowing whether tough or cry.

    "Fuck, that hurts like hell..." Jiang Li said.

    "Maybe you should still go to the hospital to have it checked?" Ying Xi frowned.

    Jiang Li shook his head, "No, I don’t want to go."

    He grabbed Ying Xi’s hand, "Just talk to me."

    "What should we talk about?" Ying Xi asked.

    Jiang Li smiled, nced around the empty house, and said, "Xiao Xi, I was in a dazest night and then in a blur, I didn’t take a good look around. While you were in the kitchen just now, I took a look..."

    Jiang Li’s eyes curved with a smile, "Did you buy this ce intending to live here with me?"

    Jiang Li could see that although the ce was empty and sparse without much furniture, even the bed he was lying on—which was the same one where he and Ying Xi had a wild night—could not really be considered a bed, but just arge mattress.

    Still, Jiang Li could tell that the basic decoration of the ce, like the style of the chandelier, the pattern of the tiles, the color of the wall paint, and even the design of the skirting, were all to his liking.

    Before their fallout, when Ying Xi learned about him and Ying Heng, Jiang Li didn’t even know Ying Xi had bought the ce.

    Jiang Li wasn’t poor, nor was he in need of a house; he had seen plenty of good houses.

    But right now, it just felt right, even if it was bare and had no furniture. The existing basic decoration was all to his liking, he couldn’t imagine how perfect it would be once all the furniture and everything was set up.

    Jiang Li looked at Ying Xi with a smile, but he couldn’t see any smile in Ying Xi’s eyes.

    "Yes." Ying Xi spoke, "I originally bought it intending to live here with you, everything decorated ording to your preferences. The patterns on the floor tiles, the color of the walls, the style of the chandelier, down to the style of the switches, the shape of the faucets..."

    Jiang Li was thrilled, his eyes smiling brightly, "Then..."

    He hadn’t finished his words.

    Ying Xi continued, "But I’m nning to sell it now."

    Jiang Li’s smile froze on his face, "Why, why?"

    "I don’t want it anymore." Ying Xi’s voice remained calm, the more so, the more ufortable and uneasy Jiang Li felt.

    Jiang Li’s voice, which had been filled with excitement and joy, faded away, he muttered dejectedly, "So it’s still not possible, is it?"

    "I don’t know." Ying Xi shook his head.

    Jiang Li didn’t want to interrogate him, if it wasn’t possible, why go through withst night? Why bring him back?

    He just wanted to know, "Why?"

    Before Ying Xi could answer, Jiang Li already had his own answer, "Because of Ying Heng."

    Ying Xi didn’t deny it; he nodded and said, "Yes, because of Ying Heng."

    For the first time, Ying Xi’s usually calm face showed a degree of emotion; he smiled bitterly, and although he smiled, Jiang Li saw tears falling from his eyes.

    "Though it’s because of Ying Heng, what’s ludicrous is I don’t even know whether it’s because... my brother died for you, that I feel it’s not okay. Or is it because... you were good to me because of my brother, that I feel it’s not okay."

    Ying Xi raised a hand to cover his eyes, "I don’t know if I’m holding a grudge or just being jealous. I’ve always thought I’ve lived my life without doing anything I regret, Jiang Li. Why do you have to treat me this way?"