Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

I really didn't dare touch him again, but I had to wipe the tears from his face, otherwise I would look like a harlequin cat.

Songfeng Yayue went to the bathroom and got a clean towel, wet it with hot water and wrung it dry, then came over to wipe his face.

Be especially careful when touching that red mark.

Even so, Nanjiro took a quick breath and his body shook unconsciously.

A strong sense of guilt arose spontaneously, and Songfeng Yayue wondered whether she should find some ointment to apply to him.

I felt a little guilty and regretful.

I shouldn't have been so cruel to him on impulse.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

After all, why would he bother with a sick person?

Nanjiro shook his head.

I don't know if I don't want to pay attention to him.

Songfeng Yayue was afraid of making him angry again and causing harm to himself, so she looked at his face and said carefully, "I was too harsh and hurt you. I apologize to you."

Seeing that Nanjiro's expression was slightly moved, he continued to "persuade him kindly": "It's okay if you don't want to forgive me, as long as you are not angry. Then, I will do whatever you say. I will listen to you, be at your disposal, serve you tea and water, and take care of you without taking off my clothes, okay?"

Nanjiro didn't comment on this and didn't have any special emotions.

He didn't necessarily want someone to take care of him, but Songfeng Yayue made him see her "sincerity", so for this reason he could still be forgiven.

Nanjiro didn't look at him, he just raised his hand in front of his eyes to avoid the light.

"It's so bright..."

When Songfeng Yayue heard this, she walked to the switch without saying a word and turned off the light quickly.

Only the lamp by the bed was left on.

Nanjiro nodded silently, thinking he was smart.

My face didn’t seem to hurt much anymore, and I had just called him a “bastard” in a fit of rage.

Or... forgive him?

Nanjiro squeezed his hands under the covers: "You always lose your temper with me for no reason."

"How could that be?" Songfeng Yayue retorted casually, but by the time she realized it, it was already too late.

Oh no! I forgot that this little ancestor can only go along with it!

"you you……"

Sure enough, Nanjiro, who originally just wanted to save face with him, got really angry.

I originally thought he was sincerely admitting his mistake, but it seems he was just trying to please me on the surface.

But I still believed it.

He must think of himself as a fool, and who knows how proud he is of himself.

You’re right to call him a bastard!

"I..." Songfeng Yayue was panic-stricken and at a loss.

Who could have thought that a good situation that had been painstakingly built up would be ruined just because of a quick word.

Nanjiro was so anxious that he wanted to get up from the quilt and have a good "argument" with him.

Matsukaze Masatsuki didn't want him to catch a cold, didn't want him to move around, and didn't want to have a head-on confrontation with him.

With quick wits, he adopted a roundabout tactic: he lifted the quilt with both hands to wrap him up, and then pushed him down to sit on the bed.

The whole process was done very smoothly and did not make Nanjiro feel that he was bullying him by using force.

This is what is called "using softness to overcome hardness".

Great kindness!

It exploded at the touch of a button, could it be a reincarnation of a firecracker? Songfeng Yayue thought to herself.

After several rounds of such a "battle of wits and courage", he was almost completely worn out from temper.

He could only hold his forehead and sigh deeply.

No other child is as noisy and spoiled as him.

This is not even their own child; this is the beloved treasure of the Renzi family.

You can't hit them, you can't scold them, you can't even touch them.

If I get angry, feel wronged or unhappy, I will have a real fight with you.

You can only coax her. Coax her in the right direction. Coax her without any limit.

Where can one go to reason with this?

What makes sense will eventually become unreasonable.

Who makes him cry and look so endearing when he cries?