After agreeing to keep the viral heart disease a secret from everyone else, I felt that the class leader's attitude towards me was clearly different than before.
"Do you want to eat an apple?"
The class leader asked me softly. She slightly pulled her hand to show that she needed this hand to peel the apple.
But I did not have any intention of letting go, so the class leader could only let me pull her hand.
It was as if I, who had a heart disease, became a fragile object that needed more protection than porcelain.
Not only did she need to protect her body, but she also needed to protect her mood. Because of Zhuang Ni's previous example of making me angry, the class leader began to consciously avoid arguing with me and consciously keep me in a good mood.
I suddenly realized that it was a blessing in disguise. It seems that because of my viral heart disease, I obtained an incredible privilege from the class leader.
The class leader thinks I'm a patient! A patient that needs to be taken care of!
Also, even my dad doesn't know I'm a patient. As one of the few people who knows, the class leader has to give me even more love!
What's going on? Is this how I act spoiled in front of the class leader? Is this how I ask the class leader for requests that she would normally not agree to? Is this how she would accommodate me, or at least not get angry at me?
One of the pieces of evidence is that I held the class leader's hand for so long. She maintained the same position until she was numb, but she never asked me to let go!
The class leader is treating me like a vase from the Song Dynasty! She's afraid that my mood will be slightly damaged and cause a viral heart disease!
Actually, I'm not that weak. Zhuang Ni poked my reverse scale, that's why I got angry. I wouldn't get angry to the point of having a heart attack in normal interactions.
But … maybe I'm a bit bad hearted. If I can get special treatment from the class leader, I would be happy. Why must I change the class leader's opinion?
"Fine, eating an apple is fine."
I said as I let go of the class leader's hand. The class leader rubbed her numb hand, but she did not stay for long and went out to peel an apple.
She was probably afraid that I would get anxious from waiting, so she jogged back after a while. She used the plate that Gong CaiCai brought to hold a perfectly peeled round apple.
"Is this okay?" The class leader held the apple plate with both hands and asked for my opinion, "If you're not used to eating it whole, I can cut it."
"Just eat it whole." I casually picked up the apple from the plate and took a big bite. It was very sweet and juicy. Some of the juice dripped onto the class leader's bedsheets. The class leader, who has always been a clean freak, didn't show any dissatisfaction. She even forced herself not to look at the dirty bedsheets.
I laughed inwardly and unknowingly changed my sitting posture. I leaned against the iron headboard, looking like I was recuperating.
The class leader quickly picked up the pillow and put it between my back and the head of the bed, for fear that I would be hurt.
This kind of meticulous care was really addicting. As I ate the apple, the dark clouds in my heart that had been stirred up by Zhuang Ni's seduction disappeared. I felt like humming a song.
"Give me your hand." I shamelessly requested the class leader, I wanted to know how she would react.
The class leader hesitated for a bit, then she handed over her hand with a red face. But compared to last time, she switched to her other hand. It might be because the numbness on her previous hand had not completely faded.
She accommodated me like this. The class leader let me hold her slender white hand and ate the entire apple.
The class leader took the apple core. After obtaining my permission, she temporarily removed her hand from my grasp. Then she got up and threw the apple core into the wastebasket in the corner of the room. I reckon that she usually doesn't put food remains there, but she broke the rule for me today.
After she brought a tissue and carefully wiped my hands clean, the class leader quietly waited next to me as if she was waiting for my next order.
Eh? Shu Sha is acting like a good wife! What's with this deja vu of a wife taking care of her sick husband?
"Class, class leader!" I don't know why I stuttered, I don't even know what kind of weird thoughts were flashing through my mind.
"I'm here." The class leader also seemed a bit uneasy, she looked like a little wife who just married into the family in the old days.
"Can you call me husband?"
That sentence must not have gone through my brain. God knows why I made such an outrageous request.
"You …"
The class leader blushed and wanted to flare up, but she was worried that she would make me angry and cause me to have a heart attack as well.
In the end, she endured it and moved her red cheeks to the side. She had a depressed expression and said with a frown: "Don't joke with me like that, you should take care of your body first."
I caught the loophole in the class leader's words and asked curiously: "So what you're saying is that you'll call me husband as long as I'm cured of my heart disease?"
"I, I didn't say that!" The class leader's face was almost burning, "How can these two things be linked together!?"
The class leader felt slightly bullied and turned her face towards the window. She tightly pursed her lips as if she had a thousand grievances that she had nowhere to vent.
Great success! I actually didn't make the class leader angry when I teased the class leader verbally? I'm basically the class leader's VIP customer now!
Um, it's fine to tease her a bit more, right? I couldn't help but have this thought.
I raised my hand in the air and wanted to say something, but the class leader asked first: "Do you … want to continue holding my hand? If it can make you feel at ease … "
Right when I was about to hand over her slender hand, I shamelessly did not receive her hand. Instead, I rushed towards her thighs that were tightly wrapped in jeans.
"I want to feel at ease by touching your thighs …"
While stretching out my Lushan Claws, my mouth was still speaking eloquently.
Normally, the class leader would have already given me a lot of face if she didn't fiercely pull my hand away and leave in a huff.
But now, even though she didn't agree to let me touch her thighs, she only dodged to the side in a panic and let me touch empty air. She was no different than a weak woman who was touched by a pervert on the bus.
"That won't do." The class leader said after sitting a bit further away, "It's … not good for your heart."
I have to admit, the class leader was right. If she really let me touch her thighs, I can't guarantee that I would make even more excessive requests. That would only make my heart more prone to tachycardia.
After testing the class leader, I roughly understood her principle. She would reject any excessive requests, but she wouldn't scold me because she doesn't want me to be in a bad mood and have a heart attack.
Doesn't that mean I can bring up all of my requests to the class leader and see which ones she will agree to?
No, no, no, I won't ask her to dress up as a bunny girl, a cat girl, a maid, or a nurse to take care of me. I won't ask her for now. It would only make the class leader think I'm even more shameless if I ask her for something that would be rejected.
I immediately thought of the question that had been bothering me for a long time, so I took this opportunity and impatiently asked:
"Class leader, what was the content of the text you sent me when I went missing?"
Shu Sha's face immediately turned pale, then it turned bright red.
"No, nothing special." She tried to cover it up, "I just wanted you to come back safely."
"If that's all, you didn't have to delete it, right?" I pursued closely, "Why didn't you delete the other messages that asked me where I was and wanted me to come back, but you deleted the last one?"
The class leader felt a sense of urgency as if she was forced to the edge of a cliff.
"I, I was in a hurry at the time, so I typed the wrong words. I didn't want you to see the wrong words on my text …"
I don't believe you! Although you have obsessive-compulsive disorder, and even punctuation on your text messages are extremely accurate, and a typo is hard to find even with a thousand gold coins. However, a typo alone wouldn't make you blush like that!
"Class leader, how can you not tell the truth?" I pretended to be dissatisfied, "Aren't you a Justice Devil? Don't you hate deceit? Isn't it cheating if you lied to me? "
The class leader placed her index finger on her lips and her eyes flickered, "Um … it's fine to tell a white lie once in a while …"
"Then you admit you were lying!" I raised my voice slightly, "Your text has nothing to do with the typo! What did you say? "
The class leader was about to jump into a river, "Don't, don't ask …"
Hmph, if I don't ask now, when will I? Can I waste an opportunity given to me by the heavens? I have a heart disease! I'll pretend to be sick to scare you and see if you confess!
Thus I immediately covered my chest with my hands and grimaced in pain.
"Ouch … my heart hurts …"
"What, what's wrong!" The class leader was shocked and quickly came forward to check on me.
I made a twisted expression and said with a trembling voice: "I, I really want to know the contents of the text. If you don't tell me, I'll be stuck in a dead end. I'm so depressed, if you don't tell me, my heart is going to …"
Although the class leader clearly saw that my lips did not turn purple and my expression was exaggerated, she probably felt that it was better to be safe than sorry, so she still nervously discussed with me:
"Can't I not tell you? It shouldn't cause a heart attack, right? "
"No! I have to know! " I'm acting the same way as the little boy in the mall who asked his mother to buy him a toy. "If you don't tell me, I'm going to die! I'm going to die right now! "
In order to make it seem real, I recalled how the heroes in the game "League of Legends" looked like when they died. Then, I felt that the "Barbarian King"'s way of dying was more suitable for me. I imagined a giant sword piercing my chest, then I stretched out my hand in pain and made a pose of questioning the heavens.
"I only have one wish before I die, the contents of your text …"
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