Aaron came in with a plastic bag. When he saw the dining cart in the room, he smiled and said, "It's quite fast."

"Where have you been?" I asked him.

"To buy some medicine." He took out a bottle of Drug Spray from the plastic bag, walked up to me, and knelt down on one knee, which startled me.

"What are you doing?" I subconsciously moved my whole body back. Aaron reached out and grabbed my sprained foot.

"Hey..." I struggled slightly. Aaron ignored me, took off my slippers, threw them aside, and put my feet on his knees.

Because I didn't deal with it in time and walked a lot, the swelling on my ankle still didn't get smaller, even though I had just put a hot towel on my ankle for more than ten minutes in the bathroom.

"Does it hurt?" Aaron gently touched my ankle, and I immediately gave a gasp in pain.

He raised his head, gave me a reproaching look, and asked, "Since it hurts so much, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I didn't have a chance," I murmured.

I thought that my injury was none of his business. But when I heard his question, I felt as if I had made a big mistake, and I was too guilty to look at him.

Aaron looked angry and then bounced heavily on my forehead. I let out a cry of pain, covered my forehead, and peeked at him with a grievance.

"From the hospital to the police station and then to the hotel, it's been such a long journey. How could there not be a chance?" He was sullen, and his tone was angry, "You just didn't want to tell me!"

He was right. In the past two years, I had suffered a lot of injuries in the course of reporting. So it wasn't a big thing that I sprained my ankle.

"It's not a serious injury. I don't want to make a fuss. It'll return to normal in two days." I said.

I didn't know if it was my illusion, but after my explanation, the coldness on Aaron softened a little. He snorted, carefully sprayed medicine on my ankle, and wrapped it in gauze.

The medicine felt cold. I didn't know if it really worked or just temporarily functioned, but the pain in my ankle indeed had been eased a little.

"Don't walk too much these days. Take a leave. You'd better take two days off to rest at home," Aaron said.

"It's not good to ask for leave when I just go back to work." I knew he said that for my own good, but I was conflicted.

It was the busiest time after the long vacation. There was a lot of work accumulated in the past seven days, and we had a lot of tasks every day.

"But I will tell the leader that I can't report on the spot, and I will do other things." Seeing Aaron's face darken again, I quickly added.

He didn't seem to agree with what I said, but he didn't object clearly. I immediately breathed a sigh of relief, even though I didn't know why I cared so much about his opinion.

Aaron stood up, glanced at the untouched food in the dining cart, and asked, "Why don't you eat? Aren't you hungry? Or is the food not to your liking?"

He looked a little nervous, but I didn't know why.

"I am waiting for you," I said.

Aaron paused for a moment and suddenly smiled.

"You don't have to wait for me. If you're hungry, you can eat first."

"Okay." I nodded in agreement. After all, there were few opportunities to have a meal with him in the future.

I reached out a leg for the slipper that Aaron had thrown to the side. Before I could reach it, Aaron scooped me up into his arms.

"I told you to walk less these days. Tell me where you want to go. I'll carry you there." He frowned and said in a domineering tone.

"What if I have to go to the bathroom?" I deliberately asked.

Aaron was not as shy as I thought. On the contrary, he gave me a teasing look.

"I'll carry you over." He replied, "Of course, if you don't mind, I can be with you there."

"In your dreams!" I gritted my teeth and scolded. Aaron smiled even more happily.

This dinner dispelled all my fatigue and grievances. Despite my swollen lips, I ate two bowls of rice and finished all of the dishes.

"Mmm." I touched my bulging stomach and lay on the bed casually and contentedly.

"Don't lie down when you're full. Get up and sit down for a while." As Aaron pulled me up, he called the front desk and asked them to send someone to clean up the mess.

"I'm so tired. I want to sleep." I closed my eyes, and no matter how hard he pulled me, I didn't move an inch.

"You can lie down now. After someone cleans up the mess, I'll do some exercise with you to help you digest them." Aaron threatened me with a smile.

I knew what he meant by "exercise."

I immediately opened my eyes and sat up. I said, "I'm not very sleepy now. I'd better sit down for a while."

"Poof." Aaron burst into laughter, "Amy," he pinched my face and asked, "Why do you get thick skin now?"

His pinch touched my sore spot. Henry's slap was really heavy. Although the handprint could no longer be seen, it still hurt a little.

"Hey, hey, hey, let go!" I bared my teeth and pulled his hand away. And then I gently stroked my face.

"Does it hurt?" Aaron asked in confusion, "I didn't exert much strength, did I?"

"It has nothing to do with you." I said, "In the hospital, Henry slapped me hard, and it hurt. Remember that I hugged you and cried when you came?"

"He even slapped you?" Aaron narrowed his eyes and looked angry.

I was a little scared when he looked like this. I seemed to see that fearless little punk in junior high school who could throw an iron bar at people.

"Yes, but he's been in prison, and I've vented my anger," I said quickly.

Aaron didn't say anything, and his expression was still cold. I had a bad feeling. But on second thought, Aaron didn't really love me and wouldn't do anything to those punks because of me.

The waiter came to take that cart away, and I finally got Aaron's approval to lie down.