Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack-Chapter 642 - 622: Only the Foot Knows if the Shoe Fits

"Hehe, but I really do like it." The handsome black pants with orange decorations, the white long-sleeved shirt with numbers on the chest, and the black vest overlay adorned with various metal chains—it was indeed the style He Wenyu would like.

"Alright, I’ve accepted your gift, now hurry up and apply the medicine to me." Luo Qianqian pursed her lips and locked the door, knowing that those two, because of their status and code of conduct, would not come in, but she still felt more secure after locking it.

Then, without any concern, she let He Wenyu help her take off her clothes, her face full of gloom: "They should invent a kind of clothing with the zipper in the back, so it’s easier to apply medicine to the back and it wouldn’t be embarrassing, right? Otherwise, it’s so awkward for female patients and male doctors..."

"I’ll leave the invention to you." He Wenyu chuckled, looking at Luo Qianqian’s bandages wrapped around her chest like an ancient woman disguising as a man, which was amusing, but his eyes furrowed slightly when he saw the tail end of the bandages that had been cut.

She remembered that even though the wound wasn’t deep, there had been quite a bit of blood at the time, hadn’t there? How come it had already scabbed over?

"Is the wound healing up already?" Luo Qianqian felt He Wenyu stop and asked in confusion, "Today, the wound didn’t hurt at all, which is so much better than yesterday. I think it should be healing quickly since I’m young and recover fast."

"You keep boasting." But thinking about it, it seemed that a finger cut by a small knife should also be like this the next day, otherwise, would it keep bleeding?

"I’ve always had good health, back in the day..."

"Back in the day, you could only cry." He Wenyu directly countered, "At such a young age, what ’back in the day’ are you talking about? Are you starting to miss the pitch-black times inside your mom’s belly again?"

Luo Qianqian pouted and decided not to talk anymore. Then she watched as He Wenyu picked up the scissors with zero gentleness, cutting open the securely wrapped gauze from the side, carefully lifting the front part, and disdainfully glancing twice at Luo Qianqian’s small buns before letting her lie down on the massage bed already covered with a blanket.

Luo Qianqian placed her head into the hole of the massage bed and called out, "Be gentle, okay? I’m scared of pain."

He Wenyu verbally agreed with a few noncommittal sounds, yet his hands slapped Luo Qianqian’s buttocks twice, "How’s this for gentleness?"

Luo Qianqian’s face flushed red. He was definitely doing it on purpose, wait until after the bandage change!!!

He Wenyu swallowed, turning on all the lights in the room, and even though she was somewhat scared, she was not too afraid to look, especially since the wound underneath appeared to be healing nicely.

He lifted the gauze, frowning slightly at the stitches, but the wound was evidently a pink color already, cautiously using an alcohol swab to disinfect the area around Luo Qianqian’s wound, from top to bottom, not a speck of red on the swab, completely unlike what it had been when stained with blood on her white clothes.

He Wenyu finally breathed a sigh of relief, took a cotton swab, and began to apply the medicine carefully, making sure not to miss any spots, while teasing Luo Qianqian, "Your body’s really not bad at all, healing quite fast, huh?"

"Of course, do you not see who I am?" If Luo Qianqian had a tail, by this point, it would have been wagging high up in the air.

After applying the medicine and carefully placing a sterile cotton cloth, he had Luo Qianqian sit up and began wrapping her with layers of gauze, meanwhile saying, "If you keep this binding for a couple more days, you really won’t grow any larger, then you can go play Hua Mulan without a chest guard."

"Go away." Luo Qianqian stretched her arms, "I really want to lie down to sleep, but it’s uncomfortable to lie on this thing... I still prefer sleeping in a bed."

"Then just sleep," He Wenyu quirked her mouth, watching the massage table that was obviously higher than the bed. Thinking about Luo Qianqian’s sleeping positions, she really felt worried about everything.

"Let’s not. If you bind me up there, there’s only one thing I’d be thinking of..." Luo Qianqian pouted grievously, meeting He Wenyu’s puzzled gaze: "A pig waiting to be slaughtered..."

"Pfft, you do have a vivid imagination... Alright, go freshen up quickly. Are you usually this considerate? Even knowing what someone can’t eat?" He Wenyu carefully closed the lid of the ointment and stuffed it back into the bag.

"After all, he is my senior," Luo Qianqian spread her hands. If she didn’t know him after a day trip to Mo Studio, she’d indeed be a fool. Jimo Cheng’s diet was similar to Old Master Kong’s—elderly people need to eat light, and Jimo Cheng ate lightly too. Moreover, she had asked him for a list of his favorite foods, though they were mostly pastries, and the rest were vegetable dishes.

"Yes, yes, your handsome senior," He Wenyu smiled. "If Zhao Wenxuan was half as thoughtful and considerate as your senior, I’d be thanking my lucky stars."

"Don’t compare different people, their life environments are not the same, so how could their habits and manners be alike?" Luo Qianqian sighed. "I won’t advise you on his matters, but remember one thing: you must first love yourself before you can love others."

"Are you an old lady?" He Wenyu rolled her eyes at Luo Qianqian. "Why don’t you say, ’Only the foot knows whether the shoe fits?’ That would sound even more like an old lady."

"Didn’t you say it yourself?" Luo Qianqian sniffed, her face defiant: "Moreover, slippers, sandals—they can still be worn even if they don’t fit, it’s just not appropriate for formal occasions."

He Wenyu was taken aback, then burst into laughter, ceasing to talk, a thoughtful expression crossing her eyes.

Zhao Wenxuan, she liked him, but she was no longer at the point where she would argue with friends or deceive her family to be with him. Now, their relationship had become bland; perhaps it was her principles that made Zhao Wenxuan impatient?

She lightly touched her own lips with her finger: "Qianqian, have you ever kissed Xu Tianyi?"

It definitely wouldn’t be the guy in the house; although they were in that kind of relationship, they acted more like siblings.

"I’ve kissed his cheek," Luo Qianqian said with her face turning red.

"I’m not gossiping; why are you blushing?" He Wenyu looked at Luo Qianqian’s flushed little face helplessly: "I’ve indirectly kissed him many times, but never directly. Though I think I have kissed his cheek before."

"Indirect kissing? What the hell is that? Did you guys kiss the same person’s...face?" Luo Qianqian, who was washing her face, asked groggily.

He Wenyu rolled her eyes: "You got water in your brain?" Then she smacked Luo Qianqian lightly on the head: "It’s like he drank from a bottle I drank from, and I’ve drunk juice he’s drunk from..."

As she spoke, she covered her face, looking visibly shy.

"...Aren’t you afraid he has hand, foot, and mouth disease? What if you catch the flu..."

"Stop talking!!!" He Wenyu immediately interrupted Luo Qianqian, feeling utterly embarrassed. Why did what was supposed to be a heart-fluttering feeling turn slightly gross when it came out of Luo Qianqian’s mouth??