Jiang Wei's words were like a string of small firecrackers, exploding in Yi Ming's heart and then sending up swirls of smoke.
She complimented me.
She said I'm sweet.
She said I'm like a cherry.
Yi Ming's heart instantly softened, melting into a pool of clear water. He bit his lip, suddenly mumbling, "Hmm... I want two pounds! One pound is too little... not enough to stuff into my teeth..."
Jiang Wei: "..."
She laughed.
"Okay."
Jiang Wei bought cherries and returned to find that someone had turned over and was lying straight on the hospital bed, looking at her.
"You're..."
Jiang Wei held the bag, her eyes blankly staring at the "peculiar" look of Yi Ming...
Yi Ming's face was dramatically covered with a large paper bag, with two large holes cut out for the eyes. Jiang Wei struggled not to burst out laughing, forcibly suppressing the twitching at the corners of her mouth. She pointed at Yi Ming's face, "Is this the latest mask from Paris Fashion Week?"
Yi Ming also seemed to feel that his look was somewhat... unsightly.
He gave a dry laugh: "Cough! It's just windy, you know. My face is injured, I'm afraid the wind will make it hurt..."
Before Yi Ming could finish, Jiang Wei had already walked up to him. She put the cherries on the table, then turned around and took off Yi Ming's "face mask" without a word...
"Hey? Jiang Xiaowel, how can you be so rude..."
"You're injured on your face, and that thing has germs and doesn't let air in, which is not good for the wound's recovery."
Jiang Wei's voice was light, with a hint of serene laughter.
With the "mask" removed, Yi Ming tried to hide again, but Jiang Wei reached out her small hands to grab him: "Don't hide anymore, I've already seen it."
Although the injury on Yi Ming's head was not serious, the wound on his face was quite shocking.
Yi Ming has fair skin, so the red scrape stood out even more prominently. Jiang Wei's heart stirred, and she felt pained, but she still had to remain strong and calm. "It's okay, the wound is not infected. Next time, don't randomly put on random things, be good."
"But I'm too ugly, what if my Little Sweetheart doesn't want me anymore?"
Yi Ming pouted, quickly glancing at Jiang Wei before looking away.
"She won't."
"How do you know?"
Jiang Wei thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled, her eyes gentle:
"You forgot, you were already so ugly when you were little, but didn't I never look down on you?"
Jiang Wei recalled the childhood teasing about him being ugly and brought it up now.
"That's true."
Yi Ming cooperatively grinned, revealing a row of small white teeth, and seemed to be in a good mood.
"I'll go wash the cherries for you."
When Jiang Wei returned, she had bought a small lunchbox, sky blue in color with an adorable Tinker Bell pattern on it. She thought since Yi Ming would be staying in the hospital for a few days, it would be inconvenient for him to eat meals, so she stopped by a small supermarket on her way, browsed around for a bit, and bought this lunchbox.
Jiang Wei felt that Yi Ming was like her own Doraemon.
All these years, whenever she needed him, he would always stay by her side, magically "producing" whatever she wanted.
And now this guy had suddenly become a pitiful little patient lying there.
She felt both pained and relieved.
This time, it was finally her turn to be his Doraemon. She would definitely make him smile again and become the handsome, arrogantly cute Yi Ming who infuriated humans and gods alike with his eyes...
