Married to a Disabled Man in the 70's

The task still had to be done.

If she couldn’t succeed tonight, then the mission would fail directly.

Therefore, Su Jiaojiao took great care this evening.

When she was taking her shower, she washed until her whole body -especially her ankle- was clean and fragrant. Then, she put on her clothes and shouted: “Qinghan!”

Song Qinghan immediately appeared and carried the barefoot Su Jiaojiao out of the room.

It was a little bit cold tonight. As soon as she got out of the bathroom, Su Jiaojiao shivered, and her wet feet felt chilly. Song Qinghan sped up his pace, sent her to the room, and covered her with the quilt. After all that, he finally went to wash his face.

When both of them had finished washing, it had just turned dark.

As it approached autumn, the sky turned dark earlier. Looking at the young man who came in with the night, Su Jiaojiao was in a daze. Thinking about it, she was pretty sure this is the autumn when the main character arrived at the village via tractor. [1]

But soon, she laughed again.

Song Qinghan was a little puzzled when she laughed for no reason, but when he saw her beautiful smile, he couldn’t help but poke her and ask, “What are you thinking about?”

However, this poke was at the wrong angle. Su Jiaojiao had just seen Song Qinghan enter the room and raised her head, so his finger landed on her lips instead.

The two were taken aback at the same time, and looked away uneasily. Su Jiaojiao whispered, “Nothing much.”

Song Qinghan gave a light cough as he tried to rub her head naturally. He went to get the medicine: “Put out your foot. I’ll apply the medicine for you.”

“Oh.” The heat that had just subsided surged up again, and Su Jiaojiao’s heart began to beat wildly. She slowly stretched out her feet warmed by the quilt and put it on her thighs.

Song Qinghan lifted her foot up and used a hot towel to apply heat. If the swelling was still severe after 24 hours, apply a warm compress. All of these were the doctor’s instructions.

Su Jiaojiao watched his movements silently until he was about to use the medicine.

If she didn’t mention it now, it would be too late.

Su Jiaojiao suddenly moved aside when he was about to act.

Song Qinghan wondered, “What’s the matter?”

Su Jiaojiao covered her flushed face with a quilt, only exposing a pair of limpid eyes, and a dull voice came from under the quilt: “Blow!”

Song Qinghan couldn’t help but laugh and picked up her feet, blowing at it like he was pampering a child.

“Bang bang bang ——” Her heart was jumping as if a hammer was pounding on it.

Su Jiaojiao was more nervous than yesterday. Her palms were sweaty, and her feet were cold. The only exception was the area blown on by Song Qinghan, which was burning hot.

Seeing such a handsome young man with his sturdy and powerful hands holding her feet so seriously, Su Jiaojiao felt like she was about to pass out.

Especially since she was about to say those shameful words. That was even more…

Embarrassing!!!

She screamed silently, her thoughts turning back and forth.

But all of this only happened in a few seconds.

Song Qinghan blew on her ankle several times, with a soft smile on the corners of her mouth. Mild guilt visibly seen in his eyes [2], he carefully touched her swollen area with her fingertips, and said softly: “Do you feel better today than yesterday? ”

Su Jiaojiao blinked twice and nodded obediently.

Song Qinghan was about to apply the medicine again, but he heard a murmur, “But it still hurts!”

The soft voice was acting coquettishly, and didn’t have much strength. It was not in line with the often-fierce image of before. Song Qinghan’s heart tightened, his throat moved slightly, his eyes fell on her smooth calf, and he softly coaxed: “Do I need to blow on it a bit more?”

Su Jiaojiao nodded with tears in her eyes: “Yeah!”

When things were about to end, she was about to cry.

She wouldn’t say words like “kiss my feet”, and now her whole person seems to be trembling, like she was freezing to death in winter.

Song Qinghan didn’t seem to notice her change, as his eyes were focused on her white and tender feet. They really gained a lot of weight – they were chubby now. The feeling when he accidentally touched them with his lips yesterday was still there, and his eyes flashed slightly, and he blew on her legs seriously. [3]

It’s something very childish. But one of the people doing this is serious and the other person watching this was also serious.

The matchmaker system didn’t appear at this time to avoid suspicion.

It wasn’t speaking, but it was mental shouting: [Say it! Or you won’t have another chance!]

For Su Jiaojiao, several of the tasks assigned by the matchmaker were shameless, but she was never disgusted by them, but rather felt embarrassed.

Even for this task, apart from her outrageous sense of shame, she didn’t have the slightest feeling of revulsion. She actively wanted to complete it, and not just for a reward.

Su Jiaojiao’s lips trembled as she saw he had earnestly blew three times on her ankle. Before, he had stopped three times, so she took a deep breath and was about to speak.

Suddenly Song Qinghan looked up at her.

For some reason, this look was inexplicably fierce and domineering, causing her to stop breathing and tremble all over.

In the next second, something warm, soft and damp kissed her injured area.

In my mind, the matchmaker system cheered for joy. [Congratulations to the host! Mission completed! ! ! This host did it without saying anything, you’re really amazing!!!]

Su Jiaojiao: ;-;

Armos D. Platypus: I cringed every time they did the ‘mental thought process’. Look author, I get you need wordcount filler, but this is just distasteful. If Song Qinghan was going to kiss her ankle he’d have done it way earlier.

[1] The original main character is now officially cannon fodder.

[2] Stop. Repeating. The. Same. Line. Over and over again. Moderation is key.

[3] See above.