The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

Chapter 162 Stomach Aches

Ye Shu sat in the chair, holding a cup of hot water in her hand, and glanced around absentmindedly.

There seemed to be even more people than before, and queues had formed in front of many arcade machines.

However, his attention was entirely focused on the corner marked "Restaurant" not far away.

Xia Qing had been inside for a while, and the game machine closest to her had already been occupied by two different groups of people, but she still hadn't come out.

Ye Shu gradually became a little anxious, and unpleasant thoughts began to pop into her mind uncontrollably.

Could it be that the pain is too bad and you're uncomfortable inside?

Did she faint inside?

It can't be...

He became increasingly restless and took out his phone to call her and ask what was going on.

Just as he was about to make the call, Xia Qing finally came out, but she was clearly not in good condition.

She was pressing one hand to her lower abdomen, her back was slightly hunched, and she was walking unsteadily. Her face was a little pale, and she was sweating on her forehead. Her lips were slightly pursed, and she looked really pitiful.

She floated unsteadily to Ye Shu's side, her body went limp, and she leaned against him, weakly groaning as she spoke:

"Ye Shu... my stomach still hurts..."

Ye Shu sighed and handed over the cup of hot water she had been holding.

"Here, drink this first. It's a panacea. Drink plenty of hot water."

Xia Qing raised her slightly trembling hand, took the paper cup, and brought it to her lips, taking small sips.

Ye Shu wasn't idle either. He reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a small pillbox, took out two pills, and handed them to Xia Qing.

"Eat this too, and the pain will go away."

Xia Qing looked at his hand and saw the pills slowly move upwards. She then blinked when she saw Ye Shu's face.

"When...did you buy the medicine?"

"This afternoon, when I was buying you ice cream, I saw a pharmacy nearby, so I just went and bought a tub, just in case. See, it came in handy now!"

So that's how it is...

Xia Qing stared blankly at the two small white pills in Ye Shu's palm, then looked at his face that said, "See, I was right."

So he disappeared to buy medicine for himself...

A surge of warmth suddenly welled up in her heart, easing the pain in her stomach and making her eyes sting.

She was used to taking care of others, used to taking on everything, and used to appearing omnipotent.

But so this is what it feels like to be taken care of so meticulously.

She didn't say anything more, but obediently took the two pills from Ye Shu's hand and swallowed them with hot water.

The pills were a bit bitter, but the water was warm, warming me right to the core.

After taking her medicine, she leaned back on Ye Shu's shoulder, still looking listless, her face turned to the side, humming softly:

"I've taken the medicine... but I'm still in pain..."

Ye Shu didn't think much of it and casually gave the most practical advice at the moment:

"Then you should put your hand on your stomach to keep it warm; it might make you feel better."

Upon hearing this, Xia Qing reached out but didn't place her hand on her stomach; instead, she grasped Ye Shu's hand.

Ye Shu shivered from the coldness of her hand:

"Why is it so cold?"

He frowned slightly, then took Xia Qing's hand in his own and covered it with his own.

He knew that girls' hands and feet were usually cold, but Xia Qing's hands were abnormally cold, as if she had been hit by the Xuanming Palm.

Xia Qing let him hold her hand, turned her head slightly, and tilted her face up. Because they were so close, she could see the fine hairs on Ye Shu's face.

She just looked at him like that, and suddenly the corners of her mouth curved upwards:

"My hands are cold, and my stomach hurts... Could you warm them for me?"

When she said this, she didn't actually expect Ye Shu to agree; she was just trying to find some humor in her predicament.

She knew Ye Shu was shy, and normally he would blush and either change the subject or stammer out his refusal. She just wanted to see Ye Shu's helpless and shy expression.

But right now, Ye Shu's mind is entirely focused on Xia Qing's stomachache.

Shyness and embarrassment were completely forgotten in the face of this. He had only one thought: "How can I make Sister Xia Qing feel better?"

Ye Shu heard Xia Qing say, "My hands are cold and my stomach hurts," and then heard Xia Qing ask him to warm them up.

Without hesitation, he picked up Xia Qing's coat and covered her stomach to slightly conceal it.

Then, before Xia Qing could react to what he was going to do, Ye Shu reached into his coat and gently pressed his hand on her lower abdomen.

Xia Qing was completely stunned, her mind went blank.

She was just joking around, but who knew she'd run into a real guy.

The warmth and touch of Ye Shu's palm coming from her abdomen felt like a highway rushing through her entire body.

The temperature was comfortable, but because of Ye Shu's focused expression, Xia Qing felt as if she had been burned, tensing up instantly and then relaxing with a tingling sensation.

"Forehead……"

She looked at Ye Shu, wanting to say something, but when she opened her mouth, she didn't know what to say. She could only watch as Ye Shu lowered her head and gently rubbed her stomach.

"This might help. I read online that gently massaging in a clockwise direction can help relieve stomach pain."

Xia Qing was completely speechless.

All her senses were captivated by the hand gently massaging her lower abdomen—the warmth, the pressure, the slow, gentle movement…

Her heart started pounding wildly, so loudly that she suspected Ye Shu could hear it.

She tried to move, to get away, but her body wouldn't respond; she leaned limply against Ye Shu, unable to move.

Whether it's being unable to move or not wanting to move... it doesn't matter anymore.

Ye Shu may really have a talent for being a doctor; Dr. Ye is a miracle worker.

As soon as his hand was placed on Xia Qing's stomach, and before he had even rubbed it a few times, her pale face turned bright red, all the way down to the tips of her ears.

As for whether my stomach still hurts?

Who cares about that anymore?

After a while, Xia Qing's stomach felt much better.

Whether it was the two pills that worked or Dr. Ye's miraculous cure, Xia Qing leaned towards the latter.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Um……"

Xia Qing responded and remained leaning against him without moving.

She was still somewhat enjoying the warmth of the moment, or perhaps because her face was still flushed, she was too embarrassed to look up at him.

Ye Shu waited for a while, then slowly withdrew her hand, and pulled the coat over her stomach to cover it up.

"Shall we go? Stop playing around, you need to go back and get some rest."

Xia Qing immediately shook her head:

"No, I haven't had enough fun yet."

She looked at the dance machine next to her, still bothered by her mistake as the "Number One Dance King of the South District".

Are you sure?

Ye Shu raised an eyebrow, mimicking her usual manner:

"In your current state, are you going to become the number one dance king, or perform Daiyu burying flowers?"

Xia Qing glared at Ye Shu, but she knew that although her stomach pain had subsided, she was indeed lacking energy.

Seeing that Xia Qing pursed her lips and didn't retort, Ye Shu decided to stop while he was ahead, and took out his phone to check the time:

"Alright, how about this, let's head out first, find somewhere to eat something, fill our stomachs, and let you catch your breath. If you feel okay after eating and still want to play, we can come back, or go somewhere else to explore, how about that?"

"Alright then..."

Xia Qing compromised, but was still somewhat unwilling:

"But it's a deal, if I feel better after dinner, we'll do something else."

Ye Shu carried the remaining half-basket of game coins to the counter.

It was the same shop assistant who, upon seeing Ye Shu approach, began counting the game coins and processing the refund.

As the two left the arcade, Xia Qing followed Ye Shu, her movements awkward, occasionally letting out a soft "hiss" and rubbing her hands together.

Ye Shu turned to look at her:

"What's wrong? Does it still hurt?"

"no."

Xia Qing shook her head and stretched out her hand:

My hands are cold.

Seeing her like this, Ye Shu knew Xia Qing's true feelings. Without saying anything, he simply grabbed her hand.