he woke up!
Yaoyao broke away from his hand in an instant, ran to the bedside, looked at him in surprise and joy, and was incoherent with joy.
"You're awake! What's wrong with you? No, can you talk? What about the nurse, why is no one taking care of you..."
Dai Shuyan didn't see the scene of the two holding hands tightly. His attention was on her face, and he didn't move his eyes down at all. Seeing her flustered and disorganized appearance, he smiled and said softly: "I'm fine." , don't panic, sit down and let me see."
Yaoyao calmed down and sat gently on the edge of the bed.
The two looked at each other. He looked at her with focused eyes, not letting go of a tiny bit, and carefully inspected even the strands of hair several times. Finally, he smiled with satisfaction, and his voice was a little weak, "It's fine, it's not hurt."
He has always had a weak consciousness, and he is worried that he has not protected her well, and he will not be able to stabilize even when he is unconscious.
Tears flowed down Yaoyao uncontrollably, she gently grabbed his hand, choked with sobs and said, "I'm fine, get better soon."
He nodded slightly. Seeing her sad, he made a joke: "Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion. Hades said that he doesn't want to accept me for the time being."
Seeing that she was about to cry again, he quickly changed the subject, looked at the friend at the door, and asked, "Heng, what did you have?"
Only then did Yaoyao remember, stood up, went to pick up the insulated box in Tang Wenheng's hand, and said, "I'll make something for you to eat..."
He held it tightly, and Yaoyao turned her back to Dai Shuyan and gave him a look before he let go.
Putting his hand in his pocket, Tang Wenheng twirled his fingers secretly. This hand was holding her just now, but it was ruthlessly thrown away in a blink of an eye.
He watched coldly.
She carefully fed him porridge, blew every spoonful carefully, tried it in her mouth, and then delivered it to his mouth.
He was a little uneasy and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt irritably.
As soon as Ah Yan woke up, her whole heart turned to him again.
Walking into the ward, leaning against the window, he said suddenly: "Ayan, how does it taste?"
Dai Shuyan smiled at him and nodded, "It's okay."
"It's okay?" He smiled, turned his eyes to look at Yaoyao, "Yaoyao started to work yesterday, and she stewed all night to bring it to you."
This is ambiguous, so I can't think deeply about it.
But Dai Shuyan didn't think about it at all, just listened to the surface, turned around and said to Yaoyao: "Don't be busy in the future, just go to the porridge shop to buy."
Yaoyao: "The ones sold outside are not the ones you make yourself, so you can eat with peace of mind, don't talk!"
Tang Wenheng was upset, and subconsciously took out a cigarette. Before he lit it, he heard Yaoyao's angry voice: "Smoking is not allowed in the ward."
This was said very bluntly, and the three of them were stunned.
Tang Wenheng looked at her for a while, then silently put away the cigarette, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll go outside to smoke."
The door slams.
Dai Shuyan frowned, "What did you say? I'm not that delicate."
Yaoyao pursed her lips and remained silent.
He paused, patted her hand lightly, and persuaded her softly: "Go and apologize to Ah Heng, huh?"
Yaoyao looked at him, hesitated to speak.
He continued to persuade her softly: "Ah Heng has helped us a lot, right? Besides, you also know that he has no other hobbies.
Your tone just now was too hurtful, be more careful next time, go and apologize to him, go ahead. "
She silently clenched her fingers and put down the spoon in her hand.
When she found him, he was sitting on a chair outside, with his head down, watching the cigarette being rubbed in his hand.
Walking in front of him, he didn't move, but the hand rubbing the cigarette stopped.
Yaoyao sat beside him and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said you just now."
"No need to apologize to me." He turned his face away and threw the crumpled cigarette into the trash can.
"I know you're not angry because of this..." Yaoyao tugged on his sleeve lightly, and said, "You reminded me just now that I and Ayanti should divorce."
He is silent.
"But Ah Yan has just woken up. If I speak now, I'm afraid it will hinder his recovery. And..." She paused, "He saved me that day, otherwise I would be the one lying on the hospital bed now."
Tang Wenheng also knew that it was wrong to say it now, but when he saw her throwing her heart on another man, his reason was on the verge of collapse.
He felt so strange, terribly selfish, vile and nasty.
But Yaoyao, he can't be magnanimous, can't be rational.
He smiled wryly: "How could you like me? Even I hate myself."
Yaoyao didn't answer, just gently held his hand.
After a long silence, he pulled her up and said, "Then do as you wish, and wait for Ah Yan to recover completely before we talk about the divorce."
Yaoyao smiled, seeing no one around, tiptoed to lightly touch his lips, and said, "You are so kind."
The voice is soft and fast.
he laughed.
Underground love breeds quickly, because it cannot see the light, and it needs the master's careful care.
In the absence of no one, a sneaky kiss, intentional or unintentional physical contact, or even an inadvertent eye contact, is so sweet that it makes people linger in dreams.
After Dai Shuyan woke up, Yaoyao once asked him where he was taking her that day, but he was unwilling to open his mouth, and only said that he would take her there after he recovered.
Dai Shuyan is young, pays attention to exercise, and has a strong recovery ability. It didn't take long for the doctor to say that he can be discharged from the hospital. He just needs to come back for regular check-ups. Be careful not to do strenuous exercise in normal times. Take care of yourself slowly and he will recover.
Hearing this news, all three were very happy.
Needless to say, Dai Shuyan, Yaoyao was happy to finally be able to go further, while Tang Wenheng was looking forward to A Yan's recovery, and Yaoyao had a showdown with him.
Although everyone has their own thoughts, without exception, everyone is really happy.
The house had already been tidied up, so Tang Wenheng sent the two of them back without staying any longer. They sat in the car downstairs, smoking a cigarette and looking at the lit window.
Only one bedroom is lit.
They slept together.
Jealousy was like a poison, gnawing at his heart.
He couldn't help but wonder what the two of them were doing now.
Did you sleep in a bed
Did you kiss
Or just do it directly
So jealous, so jealous.
Biting the cigarette holder, he took out his mobile phone and sent her a message.
Dai Shuyan didn't take a shower in the hospital, and felt that his body was going to be rotten. The first thing he did when he got home was to go to the bathroom to wash off the smell of sweat on his body.
The floor of the bathroom was slippery. He couldn't use his strength for the time being, and he couldn't stand still. Someone had to help.
Besides Yaoyao, there is no other candidate.
Helping a big man take a bath, especially if he hasn't been in close contact yet...
Yaoyao went in with a blushing face, her eyes flickering, she didn't dare to look at him, and said quickly: "You lie on your stomach and don't move, I'll wipe your back for you."
Yaoyao was not the only one who was embarrassed, Dai Shuyan's face was also hot. He had also fantasized about the first time the two faced each other naked, but it was definitely not like this.
His back was facing her, his body was tense, and her hand was gently stroking his back, more gentle than water.
The sensitive nerves on the back were completely mobilized, struggling under the skin like greedy tentacles.
Wherever her hand touched, the tentacles swarmed there,
Soon he couldn't take it anymore, reached out to hold her down, coughed, and said in a hoarse voice: "Next, I will do it myself."
Yaoyao gave him the bath towel, went out, worried, and stood at the door.
Sure enough, as soon as she went out, she heard a gasp coming from inside.
She quickly opened the door, facing his naked body.
The wound has not fully healed, leaving a long scar, which is the trace left by the operation, lying on his chest like a centipede, horrifying.
Yaoyao was stunned, speechless.
The scene of that day resurfaced again. At the moment of life and death, he left the hope of life to himself.
Dai Shuyan thought she was frightened, and hurriedly said: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore, it just looks scary,"
Yaoyao's eyes flickered, she walked in front of him, gently stroked the ugly centipede, she asked softly: "A Yan, why did you do that at that time?"
He slid his Adam's apple, looked at her drooping eyelashes, thought for a while, and said softly: "I just think, I'm dead, and you are the one who is sad, you are going to die, I..."
He choked up for a moment, couldn't continue, paused for a while, and continued: "You don't have to feel guilty, any decision I make is carefully considered, and I know the consequences and benefits. I do , because I think it’s worth it.”
No longer talking, Yaoyao helped him wipe the front, her movements were gentle and patient, and when she finished, he heaved a long sigh of relief.
It's finally over, if it continues, the car accident didn't kill him, but she did.
He was still injured, Yaoyao had to take care of him, and the two of them had to sleep in the same room.
She lived in the master bedroom, and Dai Shuyan also moved the nest to her bed.
As soon as she lay down, Yaoyao's cell phone rang.
I picked it up and saw that it was from Tang Wenheng, with only one sentence.
[Don't let Ah Yan touch you.]
Yaoyao turned off the screen, but didn't reply to him.
She looked down at the man lying beside her, who was holding her other hand to play with, and smiled in her heart.
He was already touching her.
He held her hand, put it to his lips and kissed it lightly, and said vaguely: "Turn off the phone, it's too noisy."
Yaoyao gave a "hmm" and said, "It's closed."
He kissed her for a moment, then reached out and turned off the light.
Yaoyao was afraid that she would accidentally touch the wound when she approached him, so the two fell asleep facing each other with a long distance between them.
In the darkness, he stretched out his hand and gently wrapped his arms around her waist. His hot palm rubbed against the sensitive skin on her waist. She couldn't help laughing, "itch."
There was a deep laugh, he held her hand and asked, "Yaoyao, do you believe in souls? Or foreknowledge."
She shook her head: "I don't believe it, it's all a lie, a feudal superstition. Do you believe it?"
"I don't believe it either."
"However, there is one thing I can't figure out. There seems to be another me in this world, and he knows another you."