My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ Chapter 15. Wishful Thinking

Chapter 15. Wishful Thinking

Cheng Qingzhi staggered back half a step, not knowing what was happening to himself. It felt like his entire heart was being scorched by a raging fire. He suppressed the burning emotions in his heart and led Cheng Songer into the room.

With a damp cloth soaked in warm water, water droplets dripped from Cheng Qingzhi's wet fingertips as he gently wiped her face.

The winter noon sunlight shone through the window paper, illuminating his amber-colored eyes, shimmering with a radiant phoenix-like charm. Whether he raised his gaze or lowered it, it exuded a sense of elegance.

Cheng Songer suddenly felt a bit embarrassed and took a step back, saying, "I can do it myself."

Cheng Qingzhi glanced at her, his eyes filled with tenderness.

He handed her the damp cloth, revealing a white and slender wrist that gleamed under the dazzling sunlight.

As she took the damp cloth, her fingertips brushed against his wrist for a brief moment. It felt delicate and soft, like a piece of high-quality sheep-fat white jade soaked in warm water.

"Thank you," Cheng Songer said softly, then roughly wiped her face with the cloth. "How is it, is there still more?"

Animal blood stains had a strong fishy smell, and the blood splattered on her face quickly solidified into hard clumps, making it difficult to wash off. Even after enduring Cheng Songer's relentless wiping during the storm, there were still many blood stains that remained.

But there was no mirror here, so she couldn't see.

"There's more," Cheng Qingzhi said, not knowing what made him say that. His mind was out of control.

By the time he realized it, he had already taken the damp cloth from her hand and was gently wiping the dried blood stains at the corner of her eyes, half-leaning against the edge of the kang bed.

His movements were gentle and soft, yet even so, Cheng Songer's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

The quiet atmosphere and the close proximity made the air feel strange. Cheng Qingzhi suppressed his heavy breathing, afraid that his hot breath would accidentally touch her. A faint blush appeared at the corner of his eyes.

Cheng Songer sat there in silence, her fingers feeling a bit restless, but mostly embarrassed.

. . . This proximity was too close.

She wasn't accustomed to such intimacy, but when she looked at Cheng Qingzhi's patient and meticulous gaze as he wiped her, she felt too embarrassed to refuse. After all, it was his kind gesture.

Cheng Songer constantly tells herself in her heart, do you still remember when you just crossed over? At that time, Cheng Qingzhi would turn pale at the slightest touch from you.

Compared to back then, Cheng Qingzhi is now willing to approach you actively, willing to have physical contact with you, which is already a big progress.

She secretly wonders if this is Cheng Qingzhi's way of accepting her?

Realizing this, Cheng Songer feels a hint of joy in her heart, her mouth can't help but curl up, her dark and moist almond eyes are filled with tenderness.

When Cheng Qingzhi sees her smiling at him, a blush suddenly appears on his face, and he tightens his grip on the wet handkerchief. His heart is pounding in his chest, as if it wants to jump out. If he hadn't been trying hard to hold back, he would have dropped the handkerchief.

While he is wiping away the blood stains from Cheng Songer, a large group of people has already gathered outside the house.

These people are all villagers from Cheng's village. Even though Cheng Songer didn't spread the news of her killing the wild boar everywhere, in a secluded village like this, nothing can be kept a secret for more than three minutes. Soon, the whole village knows that Cheng Songer has killed the wild boar that has been causing trouble in the village.