Misaligned Love - Chapter 5
In the evening, while on the way to the hospital, Jiajia suddenly sent me a message saying her cousin had already visited me and thought I was adorable.
Me: ??? When?
Jiajia: He’ll tell you himself, he won’t let me say.
And so, with a head full of questions, I entered Xiao Huai’s hospital room.
A man was sitting on the hospital bed, his forehead wrapped in bandages. When he saw me, he beamed brightly, “Yao Jin, you’re here.”
Xiao Huai said, “This is Chen Qi’s brother, Chen Wu.”
“Hahaha, you might not know me, but I’ve known about you for a long time.” Chen Wu stood up to greet me.
Xiao Huai remained expressionless, “He was in the passenger seat the day of the accident.”
“You dare to bring that up, wasn’t it your fault?” Chen Wu slapped Xiao Huai’s plastered leg and looked at me with a grievance, “Yao Jin, you have no idea…”
“Alright, you can leave now.”
“If you don’t want me to say, then I’m really leaving.” Chen Wu reluctantly walked out.
I took out the change of clothes I had fetched from Xiao Huai’s place, “What exactly happened that night? How did the accident occur?”
He didn’t answer.
Xiao Huai has a cleanliness obsession, and two days without washing his hair was already his limit. I went to the bathroom to get a basin of water for him to dry clean his hair, carefully massaging his scalp amidst the rich lather. Xiao Huai closed his eyes, his features as handsome as ever, making one’s heart flutter.
There was a faint warmth flowing in the air, and only at times like this did I feel that perhaps he had feelings for me too.
This feeling was filled with habit and trust, but unfortunately, it didn’t include the affection I desired.
After blow-drying his hair, I couldn’t help but touch it a couple of times. His hair was of excellent quality, jet-black and shiny, so smooth that even I, as a girl, envied it.
Xiao Huai grasped my wrist, enclosing my right hand in his palm.
I have a small frame, appearing thin, but actually, I have hidden flesh. Jiajia often loves to hug me, saying I’m soft and comfortable to hold.
Perhaps because of this, Xiao Huai liked to knead my palm, often absentmindedly playing with my hand. Ironically, my palm is a sensitive area, and after just a few touches, my ears would heat up, my body temperature would rise uncontrollably, and my mind would wander.
I wasn’t sure if he realized this. In the past, when I liked him, although it was painful, I endured it every time, even feeling a bit sweet.
But this time, I withdrew my hand.
Xiao Huai’s palm was left empty, and he looked up at me, his eyes slightly darkened.
You see, it turns out not liking him isn’t that hard after all.
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The next morning, when the chief physician came with several doctors for rounds, I saw that handsome doctor from yesterday again.
He stood behind the chief, giving me a slight smile when he saw me.
After the routine questions about the condition, the chief nodded, saying the recovery was going well, and after reminding us of some precautions, he left with the group.
The doctor lingered at the end, glancing at Xiao Huai’s medical records, “Discharged the day after tomorrow?”
I responded with an “Mm.”
“So soon,” he murmured something I didn’t quite catch.
The doctor’s gaze swept over my face, and he smiled, “Hello, Yao Jin, I’m Jiang Lin.”
With that, he walked out.
I suddenly realized something.
Jiang Lin? JL?
Xiao Huai asked, “Who is he?”
I blankly replied, “I think he’s the guy Jiajia introduced to me.”