The time of the city

Chapter 228 Embarrassing

As the sun sets, the afterglow is like a layer of gauze, gently but weakly outlining a hazy golden edge for the water town.

Inside the room, the old wooden bed made a slight creaking sound. Xiao Hecheng leaned against the headboard, holding a book in his hand that had been read so many times that the corners were wrinkled. He had no intention of reading it anymore.

Fine beads of sweat continued to seep from his forehead, slowly sliding down his temples. His brows were furrowed, his face full of pain and forbearance. The urge to urinate from below pricked his nerves, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Since waking up, all the tubes in his body have been removed, but his legs have been severely injured and his muscles have atrophied, making him unable to do even the most basic flexion and extension, let alone walking. Now, he is trapped in this small wooden house and has to rely on Song Fei for even the most common things like going to the toilet.

However, Song Fei was busy outside all day and her whereabouts were uncertain. This was not the first time she had been tortured by the urge to urinate.

Xiao Hecheng looked at the gradually darkening sky outside the window. At this time in the past, Song Fei should have returned, but now it was so quiet inside and outside the house that he could only hear his heavy breathing, with no sign of Song Fei.

Outside the window, Song Fei stood quietly by the guardrail, her eyes fixed on the surveillance footage inside the house on her mobile phone screen.

Seeing Xiao Hecheng fidgeting and looking painful, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a subtle satisfaction, and she murmured to herself: "Hecheng, you always miss Mo Yu, think about Mo Yu, and now you can't even go to the bathroom by yourself. I want you to know how important I am and make you unable to leave me."

Inside the house, Xiao Hecheng clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands, and his face flushed red due to long-term endurance.

He had been holding it in for nearly an hour, and every second was extremely painful. He felt like there was a bomb under him that was about to explode, and the bloating and pain made his vision go black.

He felt he had reached his limit, unable to endure the dual torture, both physical and mental. He braced himself against the bed with both hands, his arms trembling slightly, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He gritted his teeth and tried to move his legs.

But as soon as he moved his legs, a piercing pain instantly came from his legs, like an electric current quickly spreading throughout his body. The pain made him break out in cold sweat and almost cry out.

But for Xiao Hecheng, the shame and embarrassment brought by peeing on the bed hurt his self-esteem more severely than the physical pain.

He clenched his teeth, his cheeks bulging with force, the veins on his forehead popping out, and tried again to move his legs to the ground.

With a loud bang, his body fell uncontrollably to the ground. The moment his legs hit the ground, severe pain hit him like a surging tide. He gasped and couldn't help but let out a painful groan.

Xiao Hecheng lay on the ground, looking at the toilet not far away, which was so close yet so far away, his eyes full of despair and helplessness.

But the strong physiological needs left him no time to think. He supported himself on the ground with his hands, dragged his body as heavy as lead, and crawled forward inch by inch with difficulty.

Every time he moved, the severe pain in his legs almost made him faint, but he could only endure it, and his nails made a harsh sound as they scratched on the wooden floor.

"Ah, Hecheng, why did you fall to the ground?" Song Fei pushed the door open and saw Xiao Hecheng lying in a mess on the ground. She hurriedly squatted down and was about to help him up.

Xiao Hecheng's eyes were red, tears of humiliation welled up in his eyes, his voice was hoarse and trembling: "Song Fei, please take me to the toilet, please."

After going to the toilet, Song Fei helped Xiao Hecheng lie back on the bed.

"Hecheng blames me. I came back late from overtime today. I wanted to hire a nurse for you, but I've already spent all my money on your treatment. I also got sick after jumping into the water to save you."

"I will get better soon and pay you back."

"Hecheng now has a way to make money. I went out today and saw a street full of people selling fake paintings of yours. After you fell into the water, the outside world assumed you were dead, and all your previous paintings were sold at high prices."

"You want me to clarify that I'm still alive."

Song Fei waved her hands in panic: "No, if those kidnappers knew you were still alive, they would never let us go. Those who imitate your paintings can make money by relying on your reputation, not to mention you painting yourself. You paint, and I'm responsible for selling it, so we don't have to worry about money."

Xiao Hecheng lowered his head, his hair covering his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression at the moment. He was silent and did not speak.

"Hecheng, don't you want to?" Song Fei squeezed out a tear, "We are not deceiving others. This was originally a painting drawn by you, Xiao Hecheng, but you have changed your identity now. Hecheng has already spent a lot of money on your treatment. Do you still want me to go out to work for a long time, and you will be so suffocated at home that you can only crawl up?" As she said, Song Fei reached out to hold Xiao Hecheng's hand.

"Hecheng, do you still want to see Mo Yu? You can go and see her after you earn money and cure your illness. You can't go and see her like this, right?" Song Fei continued to seduce.

Xiao Hecheng pulled his hand back, took a deep breath, and said, "I promise you, you can take all the money you earn. When I pay you back, you can name a figure as compensation. When you earn enough, we can separate."

Song Fei gritted her teeth, half lowered her head, her eyes dark, she was secretly calculating in her heart, but she said, "Okay, Hecheng, then you have to work hard to make money."

Before Xiao Hecheng went to bed at night, Song Fei pushed a wheelchair and two crutches to him.

"Having these in Hecheng will make it easier for you to go to the toilet. Tomorrow I'll take you for a walk. You can see which paintings are popular on the street and draw something similar."