He knew that if he moved even a little bit, it would cause pain all over his body, but he still couldn't help but gently entangle her hair, as if it was wrapped between his fingers, which felt very safe.
He thought his movements were gentle and careful enough.
But Wen Zhigu was still woken up.
Wen Zhiyu lay beside the bed, resting his pillow on the back of his hand, with his face against the back of his hand. He opened his eyes and stared at the darkness without blinking. He could clearly feel a hand playing with his hair.
She didn't move.
He was thinking about a question, is he in so much pain that he doesn’t know what pain is
Only then did she still have the energy to play with her hair in the middle of the night...
Suddenly, she heard a hoarse sigh from above her head, which seemed to be filled with exhaustion and despair. He finally slowly loosened his fingers, letting the hair tangled between his fingers slowly slip from his fingertips. Go down…
Immediately afterwards, Ji Xubai coughed and wheezed again...
As a last resort, Wen Zhigu couldn't help but opened his eyes and sat up, staring at him with a cold gaze.
Not long after, Wen Zhiguwu got up and poured a cup of hot water and fed him with a spoon. Ji Xubai refused to cooperate again. He would rather hum in pain than let her feed him.
However, this time, Wen Zhigu stared at him coldly for a moment, and did not tolerate him. He placed the tea cup heavily on the bedside table and continued to stare at him very coldly, pursed his lips, and vaguely Outpouring of anger.
"Wen Zhigu...don't you...want me to die? Now, don't you think you are...meaningful?" Ji Xubai also stared at her. Every time he said a word, he seemed to use up all his strength, especially It was those last few words that gave him unbearable pain, as if his internal organs were about to be torn apart.
However, in response to what he said, there was no expression on Wen Zhiyu's face. She said indifferently, "Then why are you not dead?"
Ji Xubai looked at her with gloomy eyes that couldn't hide the pain.
"You haven't died yet, but you still feel great, right?"
Ji Xubai breathed slowly and painfully, twitching the corners of his mouth and smiling at himself, even though it hurt.
"But what qualifications do you have to be angry with me? When it becomes easier for you to change the dressing in the future, just wait and see if I will look at you again." After a pause, Wen Zhigu's tone became colder. "Ji Xubai, stop being so sentimental."
Ji Xubai fell silent, lowered his head, calmed down for a while, and said hoarsely, "I'm thirsty..."
Wen Zhigu remained motionless.
Ji Xubai looked at her with some resentment, "I know..."
Wen Zhigu said coldly and ruthlessly: "It's so ugly."
After Ji Xubai heard this, he lowered his eyes in disappointment, not having the courage to look at her anymore.
But at this time, Wen Zhigu bit his lips, said nothing, picked up the already cold tea cup, poured another cup of hot water over, sat down, and said expressionlessly: "Open your mouth."
Ji Xubai honestly opened his mouth this time, but after taking a sip of water, he accidentally choked again.
Wen Zhigu saw him coughing and sweating all over his body in pain. He had no choice but to fetch a clean wet handkerchief, put it with water and drip it between his lips and teeth, and said coldly: "It's of no use at all."
Ji Xubai hummed aggrievedly.
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(The seventh update tomorrow will be at 12 noon.