Early the next morning, Tang Wenheng came over with breakfast, opened the door, turned around immediately, and held his breath.
Yaoyao let out a cry of surprise, and quickly got under the quilt.
Tang Wenheng closed his eyes, and the picture he saw just now stubbornly stayed in his mind, unwilling to leave.
Her clothes were half undressed, revealing a large snow-white back, gauze was stuck to her shoulders, and she was slightly injured.
He took a deep breath, and asked hoarsely, "Are you... alright?"
Yaoyao buried her head under the quilt, hesitated for a long time, and then said in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Call the nurse for me."
He hurriedly turned around and asked, "Is there any discomfort?"
"No." Yaoyao poked out half of her blushing face from under the quilt, and shook her head, "My underwear is unbuttoned, and my arm hurts, so I can't button it myself."
Not feeling ill.
Tang Wenheng breathed a sigh of relief, but his brain followed her words and recalled the scene just now.
He swallowed, put down his breakfast, looked at the busy nurses, hesitated for a long time, then turned back.
"Nurses are busy."
Yaoyao was stunned for a moment, then hesitated and said, "Why don't you hold it?"
"Aren't you going to see Ah Yan for a while? How can you go out without buttoning your underwear?" He asked.
Yaoyao sat out slowly, turned her back, unbuttoned the hospital gown, and said in a trembling voice: "Then...then help me button it."
He let out a "hmm", bent over and stood beside her bed, carefully pinching the two straps, not even daring to breathe hard, for fear of blowing on her snow-white back.
He tried several times before he could barely snap it on, and his palms were sweaty when he finished.
"I brought breakfast, and after dinner, let's go see Ayan."
Tang Wenheng has also learned a good cooking skill after being abroad for so many years. Although he is not as talented as Dai Shuyan, he is still better than ordinary people. He carefully cooked porridge and side dishes, which are much more delicious than the big pot meals in the hospital.
Dai Shuyan is in the intensive care unit and can only visit outside. The doctor said that the patient's current condition is still stable and has not deteriorated. After the critical period is over, he can be sent to the general ward.
Yaoyao stood in front of the door, looking through the glass at the unconscious person, but she was recalling the words Pei Shu said last night in her mind.
Pei Shu was in a hurry to let himself guide Tang Wenheng to kill Dai Shuyan. Before Qu Zhengming and Qu Jingzi, he was so calm and did not interfere with his mission at all, and he didn't care who died in the end.
Why did he react so eagerly when it was Dai Shuyan's turn.
She was already full of resentment for putting her into this perverted game, and now she is forcing him to do as he wants.
She doesn't!
She wanted to know what kind of secrets Dai Shuyan was hiding.
During the period when Dai Shuyan was in a coma, Yaoyao and Tang Wenheng's relationship developed rapidly because they had the same goals and expectations. Even in the hospital, someone asked them if they were a couple.
Every time at this time, Yaoyao blushed and shook her head, only saying no, but not mentioning that she was married.
Dai Shuyan has been transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward, but he has been in a coma with no signs of awakening. The doctor is also very surprised. It stands to reason that he should be awake, but the human body is complex and full of changes. No one can say if there is anything else. The problem can only be treated conservatively at present.
On this day, when Tang Wenheng came back from the law firm, Yaoyao was cooking.
When he entered the kitchen, he knew it was for A Yan.
All are nutritious and digestible things, made into mince.
He washed his hands and went to help.
Putting things in the pot, he couldn't help calling her.
Yaoyao turned her head and asked questions.
He hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't speak, "It's all right."
She washed her hands and left the kitchen, "Speak up if you have anything to do."
He suddenly pulled her into his arms, hugged her tightly, and quickly said: "I know I'm mean and shameless, Ah Yan is in this situation, and I still miss his woman."
Yaoyao opened her eyes wide and looked at him in surprise.
Tang Wenheng smiled wryly, "I wanted to catch Ma Fei and leave, but in this situation, I can't leave. I look at you every day, but I can't do anything. I'm going crazy."
He hugged her tightly, kissed her lips, and murmured: "Yaoyao, I must be crazy."
Regardless of her resistance, he pressed the back of her head with his palm and kissed her hard.
He missed her for so long, desperately suppressing his longing, wishing to rub her into his body, wishing to swallow her down.
Such crazy and terrifying feelings, without any reason, just came out of nowhere, almost driving him crazy.
Yaoyao struggled hard, but it didn't help at all, and was pushed onto the sofa by him.
She cried and begged him to stop quickly, they couldn't make the same mistake again and again.
He doesn't care at all, the mistake has already been made, and there is no chance to make up for it, so let's make the mistake to the end.
Yaoyao pulled out her hand and slapped him.
Her heart was beating wildly, and she looked at him panting.
Tang Wenheng stopped suddenly, hurriedly left her body, scratched her hair in pain, and said repeatedly: "I'm sorry, Yaoyao, I'm sorry..."
With trembling hands, he took out a cigarette and lit it several times. He took a deep puff, trying to calm down the emotions that were on the verge of collapse.
Cigarettes burned one after another, and the room quickly became a smoky wonderland.
The smell was choking, Yaoyao couldn't hold back her cough.
He quickly put out half of the cigarette in his hand, stood up and opened the window for ventilation.
"Sorry, I'm used to it. If you don't like it, I won't smoke it."
Yaoyao looked at half of the cigarette butts in the ashtray, and said in a low voice, "It's too dangerous for you to smoke like this."
He smiled wryly: "I'm used to it, I can't change it."
But he just said that if she doesn't like it, she won't smoke it in the future.
After a long silence, Yaoyao suddenly asked: "Don't you have a girlfriend? Why do you like me?"
Tang Wenheng was stunned for a moment, and replied: "I handed in one when I was in school, and then I divided it up. This happened many years ago. As for why I like you, I don't know. The first time I saw you, I knew It's a strange feeling, like... I've been in love for a long time, but I can't get it all the time."
Yaoyao lowered her head and said softly: "When Ah Yan wakes up, I will talk to him about the divorce."
He was stunned, turned his head to look at her stupidly, and asked with a blank face after a while, "What did you just say?"
Yaoyao ignored him.
He reacted, grabbed her wrist firmly, and asked: "What did you just say, say it again!"
Yaoyao didn't hold back, showing a faint smile.
Tang Wenheng felt that he was dreaming, but those words kept echoing in his mind, so clearly that he heard them clearly, it was definitely not a dream.
He held her hand trembling slightly, saw the smile on her face, and suddenly pulled her back into his arms.
Yaoyao leaned against his chest, listening to the rapid and powerful heartbeat in his chest, put her hands on it, and flexed her fingers gently.
His face was suddenly lifted by him, Yaoyao opened her mouth, but before she could speak, she was blocked by him again.
Yaoyao was so breathless by his kiss that she pushed him weakly with both hands.
After a long time, Tang Wenheng left panting, hugged her, and smiled like a fool.
When Yaoyao regained her strength, he lowered his head again to kiss her neck and her delicate and charming earlobes.
Yaoyao was flustered by his kiss and hurriedly stopped him.
He didn't leave, kissed her eagerly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Just kiss, nothing else."
Yaoyao didn't stop her anymore.
He hugged her and kissed her back and forth, restrained and reverent.
Just like the night of ecstasy last time, forbearance and madness.
Finally, he held her foot and kissed the enchanting red mole on the sole of her foot.
Hot breath rushed to the soles of the feet, Yaoyao was so itchy that she couldn't help laughing.
The ambiguous atmosphere was instantly disappeared by her smile.
Tang Wenheng let go of her feet and smiled at her.
Yaoyao was a little dazed, his blissful appearance was completely different from the first time we met.
At that time, there was gloom in the corners of his eyes and brows, and he was clearly a person who didn't like to laugh.
Now he looks like a heartless fool, who doesn't know what he's talking about.
It was very late, and he was reluctant to leave all the time.
What else did you say to see A Yan tomorrow, and he has to drive to pick her up, which is troublesome.
Having said all this, what else can Yaoyao say, she pushed away Dai Shuyan's bedroom and said, "Then you can sleep here today."
Tang Wenheng frowned, leaned into her ear and said, "This is not good, I have already robbed you, so I can't rob his bed again."
Yaoyao was ashamed and annoyed, she turned to leave, but was held back by him.
He begged, "Can I sleep with you? That day you were woken up just after falling asleep, and I didn't even take a good look at you."
Yaoyao glared at him.
"Just sleep and nothing else."
Yaoyao looked at him for a while, then reluctantly let him into her bedroom.
Tang Wenheng lay contentedly on her bed, surrounded by her breath from body to soul.
When she came out of the shower, his eyes immediately changed.
Yaoyao sat in front of the dressing table and just turned on the hair dryer when the man took it away. He stood behind her and whispered: "I'll blow it for you."
Powerful fingers shuttled through the hair, massaged the scalp while blowing the air, Yaoyao felt drowsy comfortably.
Suddenly, he picked her up, Yaoyao let out a cry of surprise, and was put on the bed by him.
She grabbed the pillow and hit him, "Didn't you say you didn't do anything?"
Tang Wenheng hugged her tightly, his heart beating eagerly.
Panting: "Don't do it, let me hug you."
Yaoyao pursed her lips tightly, and being held in his arms, the hot breath brushed against her face, not only did not subside, but intensified instead.
In the end, she fell asleep in a daze, and the last impression was that he called her name in a hoarse voice, over and over again.
The next day, when the two went to the hospital, Tang Wenheng held her in one hand and the incubator in the other.
The moment he opened the door, he met Dai Shuyan's smiling eyes.