Twisted
This is simple.
Ruan Shuoh let out a sigh and skipped downstairs to the kitchen.
Ruan Fengsi followed her downstairs at a leisurely pace.
The kitchen was spacious, and the refrigerator was particularly large, stocked with meat, vegetables, and fruits.
But the fruit was placed in a high place, so she had to stand on a stool to reach it.
She didn't recognize many of the fruits, but they were quite delicious.
Ruan Shu held the fruit basket and twisted her neck to ask Ruan Fengsi in the living room.
"Brother, what do you like to eat?"
"Anything."
Ruan Fengsi's lazy voice came from the living room.
Ruan Shu hesitated and decided to take a little of each kind.
After filling the fruit basket, she jumped down. The basket was a bit heavy, and she accidentally twisted her foot when she landed.
Clang...
The sound from the kitchen made Ruan Fengsi, who was originally lounging on the sofa, suddenly stand up.
He walked in and saw Ruan Shu sitting on the floor, silently picking up the fallen fruit, her large eyes red and watery.
"What's wrong?"
His tone carried an unexpected tension.
Ruan Shu sniffed and smiled at him. "I'm fine, brother."
But at this moment, her red eyes and pale face, with cold sweat on her forehead, did not look like she was fine at all.
Ruan Fengsi frowned and helped her up.
"Why are you so useless?" You can't even do a simple task. "Where did you hurt yourself?"
Ruan Shu obediently stood still, looking a bit lost.
She blinked, wanting to cry, but she sniffed and held back her tears.
"It's nothing."
Ruan Fengsi's eyes turned stern. "Speak!"
Tears welled up in Ruan Shu's eyes as she tugged at her little skirt. "I twisted my foot."
Her soft, choked voice answered in a whisper.
Ruan Fengsi stared at her, feeling a bit annoyed. "Why are you crying?"
Although his tone was harsh, he still crouched down to look at her foot.
Ruan Shu's foot was no bigger than his palm, small and snow-white, held in his wheat-colored hand. The contrast in skin color was particularly noticeable.
Her ankle was swollen, red, and twisted.
Ignoring the fallen fruit on the floor, Ruan Fengsi picked up the small doll-like figure directly.
"So delicate, don't cry." "I didn't hit you."
Ruan Shu wiped her tears and sniffled pitifully.
"My eyes, I can't control them," Ruan Shu struggled to hold back her tears, her little face puffed up.
She really looked like a pufferfish.
Ruan Fengsi said, "Keep holding it in."
"Okay."
As he placed her on the sofa, his tone remained stern. "Don't move." "If you do, you won't be able to walk on that leg in the future."
Ruan Shu's eyes widened in fear as she thought her brother was threatening to break her leg, but she stiffened and dared not move.
"I... "I understand."
Ruan Fengsi went upstairs and easily found a first aid kit in the house. When he came back downstairs, he found the little thing sitting motionless like a statue in the same position as it was when he went upstairs.
"What are you doing?"
Ruan Shu said, "I didn't... "I didn't do anything."
He frowned. "Your posture."
"I didn't move!" "Brother, please don't break my leg."
Her voice was filled with fear.
Ruan Fengsi was exasperated. "I told you not to move your injured foot." Who said anything about breaking your leg?
In her mind, he was either hitting her or threatening to break her leg!
Ruan Shu said, "..."
She had misunderstood.
Ruan Fengsi sat down next to her, holding her injured foot.
After taking off her shoe and sock, Ruan Shu's pale and odorless foot appeared small and cute.
Especially her round, pearly toes.
The swelling around her ankle was even worse, appearing as a red patch against her snow-white skin, which looked quite frightening.
Ruan Fengsi scolded her for being so delicate, but he sprayed some medical spray on her foot and then applied his warm hand to the swollen area.
"Endure it."
Ruan Fengsi's hand began massaging her foot.
With just one touch, her face turned pale with pain, and tears streamed down her cheeks.
Ruan Fengsi asked, "Why are you crying again?"
Was it really that painful?
Ruan Shu sobbed, "No, no, it's not… *sob*... painful."
Her trembling voice and tears made it hard to believe she wasn't in pain.
Ruan Fengsi eased his movements. "It needs to be massaged to improve."
Ruan Shu nodded while crying. "I... I don't want to cry." Brother, please continue.
Ruan Fengsi said, "..."
He, a tough and unyielding man, never flinched even when cut by a knife. How did he end up with such a crybaby?
He lightened his touch.
He massaged her foot for a few minutes, and she cried silently for over ten minutes.
Ruan Fengsi had never seen someone cry so much.
He brought over the fruits. "What do you want to eat?"
Ruan Shu sniffed and said, "Strawberries."
Ruan Fengsi handed her a large strawberry.
He also gave her a tissue to wipe her tears.
"Does it still hurt?"
"I don't feel it anymore."
"Then why are you still crying?"
Ruan Shu delicately ate the strawberries, her actions refined and elegant.
"I'm not crying anymore."
As soon as she said that, a tear fell onto Ruan Fengsi's hand.
Ruan Shu blushed. "I... "I didn't mean to."
Ruan Fengsi chuckled. "I know, it's your eyes not listening to you again, right?"
Ruan Shu murmured in agreement.
Originally, she was supposed to serve him the fruits, but now the situation had reversed.
After cutting an apple for Ruan Shu, Ruan Fengsi stopped.
"Get whatever you want to eat yourself."
He had never served anyone like this, not even his own father.
Ruan Shu stole a glance at him, then hugged the apple and took a bite. The apple looked as big as her face.
"Brother, you should eat too."
After taking a small bite, Ruan Shu remembered that she was supposed to serve her brother, but now...
Although the big brother appeared fierce, he did not actually hit her; instead, he even applied medicine to her twisted foot.
Ruan Fengsi glared at her. "Do you want me to eat what you've already taken a bite of?"
Ruan Shu quickly withdrew her hand and looked at the other fruits in the basket with hopeful eyes.
"Brother, you can eat the ones inside."
"Do I have to listen to you?"
When the butler returned, he saw the siblings sitting on the sofa watching TV.
The young master's face looked a bit sour, his sharp eyes fixed on the TV as if he wanted to kill someone.
At the moment, the TV was playing the cartoons that Miss usually watched.
Ruan Shu glanced at the TV and then at her brother.
"Should we... should we change it?"