Once some thoughts pop up in your mind, they are out of control.
As if tempted, she bent over and pressed her lips against the man's.
She kissed him gently.
With deep attachment and intense pain, I let go of all rationality and allowed myself to act recklessly, not daring to think deeply about whether my actions were right or wrong.
However, even if it was presumptuous, it was only temporary. Bai Suye suppressed and endured, not daring to let herself sink deeper. She just lingered on the man's lips for a while, and then forced herself to pull away. However, when she was about to pull away, the man's long arm suddenly stretched out from the quilt and held her hand.
She was slightly startled.
Is he awake?!
She opened her eyes and looked down at him. He didn't seem to be awake, and her eyelids tried hard to stay open, but it was in vain. His consciousness was very vague, but his hand was still holding hers stubbornly.
"Night Owl?" she called him softly.
His palms were burning hot because of the fever. His pale lips moved as if he was mumbling something. Bai Suye leaned over, put his ear to his lips, and listened carefully.
"Su Su..."
She was shocked.
My heart aches. It feels like it's been torn apart.
This sound... has been long since I last heard it...
She thought that she would never hear him call her like this again in her life...
"I'm here." She put down the cup and held his hand.
"…Does it hurt?" He murmured, his consciousness blurred.
"It doesn't hurt, not at all..." She shook her head, her eyes flushed. Whether it was the injury on her shoulder or the pain in her fingers, at this moment, it disappeared in an instant.
Night Owl was half asleep and half awake, and suddenly he embraced her with his long arms and held her directly on top of him. Bai Suye was afraid of pressing on his wounds, so she hesitated for a moment, and then she opened the quilt and took the initiative to get into his quilt, getting close to his hot body. As if she smelled the scent that could drive him crazy, he almost instinctively held her in his arms.
He hugged her very tightly, as if he had used up all his strength to lock her by his side and engrave her into his bones.
Bai Suye's nose felt sore, and she wrapped her hands around his neck greedily, and couldn't help but bury her face in his neck. Her heart, which had been cold for a long time, seemed to feel a little warm at this moment.
Holding her, his breathing gradually became smoother. The two of them seemed to be attached to each other, getting closer and closer...
… … … … … …
That night, he slept very soundly and she also slept very deeply.
This seemed to be the first time in more than ten days. However, the next morning, she woke up before there was a light outside the window. She had only slept for less than four hours the whole night.
He didn't wake up.
His hands on her waist were still wrapped around her with great strength.
She touched his body and put her forehead against his to make sure that his body temperature was normal before she breathed a sigh of relief.
In the dim light at the head of the bed, she rested her head on his arm and looked at him for a long, long time...
She has to leave...
Sleeping in each other's arms like this does not belong to them when they are awake.
Bitterly, she carefully removed his hand from her waist. It seemed that this empty feeling made him feel quite unhappy. His eyebrows, which were originally relaxed, were tightly furrowed because of her withdrawal. Bai Suye was afraid that he would wake up, so she grabbed a pillow for him to hold in his arms. As expected, his expression gradually calmed down again.
Looking at him like this, she raised her lips and smiled slightly.
She got out of bed, fixed her hair, went into the bathroom, changed out of his pajamas, put on the pajamas she wore last night, and walked out of the room.
Close the door, leaving a room of peace...
Tang Song was always worried about his condition and didn't dare to sleep very deeply. At this moment, he also yawned and came out of the room in his pajamas. The two of them met in the corridor.
"Good morning." Bai Suye greeted him.
"How is he?"
"It's okay. After he fell asleep, his fever went away. I removed the needle for him at night."
"That's good." Tang Song yawned lazily and looked at her with bloodshot eyes. "You didn't sleep all night?"
“… I slept for a while.”
"Now that his condition is stable, you should go and have a rest. I'll have someone come over to change your dressing later."
"Okay. Thank you." Bai Suyue nodded and left.
When I returned to the annex building, the first thing I did was to open the window and look across.
Tang Song entered his room. He was still not awake. Tang Song simply checked him and then left again. It seemed that everything was fine.
Bai Suye finally let go of the worry in his heart, yawned, lay back on the bed and fell asleep.
For a long time, all I could think about was the question "Does it hurt?" from Night Owl last night...
In fact, she really wanted to ask him: Night Owl, those injuries from ten years ago... are they still painful now? What can I do to stop hurting
… … … … … …
A little after 9 o’clock.
The night owl woke up.
When he opened his eyes, the first thing he did was to feel for something in his arms. When he saw it was a pillow, he turned cold, frowned, and threw the pillow to the ground, throwing it far away.
Tang Song came in and caught him in the act.
"Why are you angry with your pillow so early in the morning?" Tang Song came in alone, picked up the pillow and threw it on the sofa beside him.
Night Owl glanced at him and said nothing.
Then, his gaze fell coldly out the window.
"What are you looking at?" Tang Song followed his gaze and looked over there, then raised his lip and said, "Are you looking at Bai Suye across the street?"
"Tang Song, you'd better not mess with me so early in the morning." Ye Xiao withdrew his gaze.
"She lives in that room." Tang Song pointed to the opposite side with his chin, "Look out the window, aren't you looking at her?"
Night Owl was stunned for a moment, then he looked out the window again. This time, he was really looking at that window.
But there was no shadow in the window.
"I took care of you all night last night and didn't get much sleep. You should still be catching up on your sleep now." Tang Song said as he took out some simple instruments from the box.
Night Owl glared at him, "Is there no one here? You actually let her stay in my room!"
"Don't you two like to fight? Now both of you have been shot. If we really fight, it will be either you or me. I thought you two could put on a big show, but in the end, you two really let me down. No, I should say she let me down." Tang Song glanced at him, "She was hurt by you like that, but she didn't take the opportunity to retaliate against you last night, but took care of you all night. Don't you think that's too boring?"
Night Owl gave him a sidelong glance.
For a long while, he kept silent with a stern face, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Tang Song examined him. After a while, he suddenly asked in a low voice: "Hand, what's wrong with it?"
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