Jiang Yumo helplessly said, “I’ve got a rash. Just apply some ointment, and it’ll be better tomorrow.”
A few years ago, when her Mom went out of town as a guest, she didn’t knew about her rash yet. She brought out blankets from the closet when it was cold, and the next day she developed a red rash.
Her Momscolded her and her Dad over the phone.
Others say her skin is good, but her skin isn’t actually that great. She easily develops red rashes.
Duan Ye was still worried. The elevator arrived just in time. They entered, and he continued to worry, “Aren’t you going to the hospital?”
“No need!” Jiang Yumo said, “I’m used to it!”
“You can’t get used to it,” Duan Ye replied.
Jiang Yumo felt itchy again, but she didn’t dare to scratch. She could only endure it, and her expression looked quite strange.
Fortunately, this area was lively and bustling. Less than a hundred meters from the hotel, they saw a pharmacy. After buying the ointment, they returned to the hotel. Jiang Yumo didn’t close the door, and after hesitating for a moment, Duan Ye followed her inside.
Jiang Yumo stood in front of the wall mirror, squeezed some ointment onto her fingertips, and evenly applied it on her neck and arms. But there were some places she couldn’t really reach… like her back and the back of her neck.
“Let me do it.”
Duan Ye walked behind her, took the ointment, and was about to apply it to her when he remembered something. He turned and entered the restroom, thoroughly washed his hands, and then came out.
When his slightly rough fingertips touched the back of her neck, she flinched.
In the rectangular mirror, their figures seemed to overlap.
Duan Ye’s gaze was focused, his brows furrowed as he carefully applied a bit of ointment to her. His complexion wasn’t dark but not entirely fair either, creating a sharp contrast with her extremely pale skin. There were even red marks on the back of her neck from when she had scratched while itching.
Jiang Yumo didn’t dare to lift her eyes, fearing she might accidentally catch a glimpse of them in the mirror.
She obediently lowered her head, exposing the back of her neck for him to see.
“Where else do you have the rash?” Duan Ye was much taller than her, and as he spoke, his breath almost enveloped her, deep and heavy.
Jiang Yumao replied, “I’ll wait for Zhiyu to come back…”
Duan Ye hesitated, “They might take a while. Can you endure the itch?”
Jiang Yumo remained silent.
She felt so embarrassed that she wished she could find a hole to hide in.
But what could she do? Should she lift her clothes up for him to apply ointment to her back?
“I’ll close my eyes,” Duan Ye said, genuinely concerned about her. At this moment, he couldn’t rush Ning Zhiyu and the others to come back earlier.
Jiang Yumo took a deep breath and tightened the hem of her clothes. “Okay.”
It was something she would have to get used to.
Finally, when Duan Ye had finished applying the ointment to her, both of them seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, much like coming out of a sauna.
Duan Ye was usually disciplined; he wasn’t the type to promise to keep his eyes closed and then secretly open them. However, while applying the ointment, he unavoidably touched her skin.
At that moment, he felt like his hands were trembling.
On this evening, Zhou Ji, who shared a room with him, came out of the bathroom and was greeted by a strange scene before his eyes.
Duan Ye was lying on the 1.2-meter single bed, staring at his right hand, completely focused, and deeply engrossed.
Zhou Ji : “…”
Could it be the two were holding hands?
But holding hands—what’s so special about that? Well, it might be quite special for him now, but for Lao Duan, it should be as familiar as can be.
Forget it.
Zhou Ji felt jealous.
The next day, the red rash on Jiang Yumo’s body had almost faded away, and she breathed a sigh of relief. However, there was always a sensation—his fingertips caressing her skin seemed to linger and not fade away.
When she looked at Duan Ye, it wasn’t as natural as before.
Duan Ye felt the same way.
Yesterday, when Yan Qing went shopping, she saw a shop specializing in couple outfits and bought a set for Jiang Yumo and Duan Ye.
Mainly just to tease them.
Jiang Yumo’s short-sleeved shirt was white, with the words ‘I only eat, not wash dishes’ written on it.
Duan Ye’s short-sleeved shirt was black, with the words ‘I only wash dishes, not eat’ written on it.
After Yan Qing brought them back last night, she washed them and they were dry by morning. She immediately called Zhao Zheng and instructed him to deliver the clothes. As for whether Duan Ye would wear them or not, that was up to Duan Ye. Initially, Zhao Zheng was quite unhappy about it, but after taking a closer look at the clothes, he was left speechless, “Doesn’t our Brother Duan care about his face?”
Yan Qing : “So, will Brother Duan wear them?”
Zhao Zheng huffed, “You’re talking nonsense!”
Couple outfits, huh!
Jiang Yumo, who was supported by Yan Qing and Sun Mengting to the restroom, under their ‘oppression,’ reluctantly changed into this outfit.
As the group of people gathered in the hotel lobby, Duan Ye and Jiang Yumo instantly became the center of attention.
Yan Qing touched her chin and sighed, “Couple outfits are truly a powerful weapon. Brother Duan, you don’t have to worry about Yumo getting hit on today, and Yumo, you don’t have to worry about Brother Duan getting asked for his number!”
Jiang Yumo : “…”
Duan Ye chuckled and emphasized, “No one is asking for my number.”
This matter still needed to be explained clearly to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.
Zhao Zheng patted Duan Ye’s shoulder, “I can vouch for Brother Duan on this. With his looks and physique, there’s nothing to criticize. But outside, not a single girl dares to ask for his number. He always wears a stern face, and others would eventually choose to avoid him—do you think he looks at everyone the way he looks at Sister Mo?”
Guo Shichao and Zhou Ji were on the other side.
Recently, Guo Shichao had become Zhou Ji’s adviser for fun, for a practical reason—Guo Shichao really envied Zhou Ji’s gaming console.
“When we go to the amusement park later… how about taking Ning Zhiyu to the haunted house?” Guo Shichao suggested in a hushed tone.
Zhou Ji shook his head, his face resembling a bitter gourd, “Didn’t you see her on her birthday? She’s not afraid of this at all.”
Guo Shichao rubbed his chin and came up with an idea, “It’s simple. If she’s not afraid, you say you’re very scared, so scared that your legs go weak and you can’t walk, and she has to hold you and protect you!”
Zhou Ji gave Guo Shichao a side-eye, his tone displeased, “I don’t want to lose face, okay?”
“What’s the use of face? Can you eat it?” Guo Shichao pointed to Duan Ye, who was wearing a ‘I only wash dishes, I don’t eat’ short-sleeved shirt, and lowered his voice, “Look at our Brother Duan, he can even smile while wearing this kind of clothes. Does he care about his image?
“Our Brother Duan Ge is like this, so why can’t you pretend to be weak?
“If you’re pursuing a girl and you still want to save face, why don’t you ascend to the heavens!”
Zhou Ji hesitated for a moment, “Then… should I give it a try?”