13
Are you all thumbs or something?
Damn it… Mom’s going to kill me.
I turned around and stood at the door, glaring at him with the stubborn look of a TV drama heroine.
“Who do you think you are…”
“Five hundred yuan,” Ryan said, lounging on the hospital bed with one leg propped up, his arm behind his head.
That’s a fortune for a student!
“Yes, young master!”
I rushed over, suddenly all smiles, opened his lunchbox and served him rice, fawning, “Young master, would you like some soup now?
“Should I blow on it for you?”
He tried not to laugh, tilting his chin up like some kind of lord, “Mm, feed me.”
I asked curiously, “Do you have an IV in your hand again?”
His beautiful black eyes glanced at me, looking both matter-of-fact and annoyingly smug.
“?
“I’m just too lazy to move.”
The nerve of this guy!
But for the sake of that lovely money, I decided to put up with him one more time.
I stabbed a big chicken drumstick with a fork and shoved it toward his mouth.
He turned his head away. “I don’t like drumsticks.”
Me: “?? Then what have you been eating these days? My mom said you love chicken drumsticks.”
He yawned lazily. “That’s just what your mom thinks. I’m too polite to say no to an elder.”
“You? Polite?” I bit into the drumstick, grumbling, “Are you kidding me?”
“Lily Wang!” My dad came in just then, scolding me, “How can you steal a patient’s chicken drumstick? So rude!”
I was speechless, choking on my words, and when I looked back, I saw Ryan’s expression.
I glared at him, “You set me up?”
He crossed his arms and smirked silently:
“Yeah,
“I did it on purpose.”
14
Unbelievable.
Are we just destined to clash?
Just because I ate a chicken drumstick, my dad actually docked my allowance for next month.
Even after he was discharged, he made me bring food to Ryan Lee every day, and even forced me to help Ryan catch up on the classes he missed.
Once Ryan was out of the hospital, I’d get my allowance back.
Ryan lay on the bed, chewing on a lollipop stick and playing on his phone.
I dumped my books and pencil case all over the table with a clatter.
“Time for tutoring! Put your phone away!”
Ryan finally lifted his eyelids to look at me and put his phone away.
For some reason, I caught a glimpse of something fierce in his eyes that hadn’t quite faded.
The black-haired boy sat cross-legged on the hospital bed, his hospital gown loosely buttoned.
From my angle, I could see the elegant lines of his collarbone.
Ryan casually picked up a pen and spun it between his fingers.
His knuckles were well-defined, and faint blue veins stood out on the back of his hand.
No wonder the nurses from other departments always found excuses to peek into his room.
“Are you really going to tutor me?” Ryan’s tone was back to normal.
That cold, almost menacing look from earlier felt like it had been my imagination.
“Who do you think you’re looking down on?” I said, a little indignant. “I’m in the top ten in my grade!”
Then I heard him say slowly,
“What a coincidence. I’m in the top five.”
15
But for the sake of my allowance, I could only swallow my pride and beg him to let me tutor him.
“Tutoring is fine,” he said slowly, the corners of his mouth lifting,
“but you have to feed me.”
Me: “…”
While Ryan was working on practice problems, I was browsing the school forum on my phone.
I muttered, “Wow, did you hear someone at K University suddenly got mind-reading powers? That’s so cool!
“Do you believe in mind reading?
“Oh, and by the way, that day at the hospital, I ran into a girl holding your photo, looking for you. I pretended not to know you—pretty loyal, right?”
He didn’t answer, but I noticed his pen paused, as if he was thinking about something.
I joked, “Don’t tell me that girl really has mind-reading powers? Haha, maybe that’s how she found you?”
“You’re so noisy.” Ryan suddenly frowned impatiently. “Can you stop talking for once?”
I pounced on him and we ended up wrestling on the bed.
In the end, he pinned me down on the hospital bed, smirking, “With those skinny arms and legs, what are you even trying to do?”