The rain outside the house was getting heavier and heavier, knocking violently on the doors and windows, and Zhan Xiaoyi knelt on the side of the bed in Yinzhen's wide pajamas, and the towels in his hands were wet one after another and thrown into the basin on the table. She pulled the shirt in her hand and tore it into strips of cloth and pressed against his bleeding wounds, her eyes still misty, and she bit her lower lip so that no more tears flowed.

Yin Zhen was naked and lying on the bed with her upper body naked, trying to open her eyes and look at her, her hands hanging on the bed and her fingertips gently plucked the ends of her hanging hair, her lips lost their blood, and she moved a few times without sound.

There was a clear knocking sound on the glass window, except for the sound of rain, and a laugh seemed to bring her senses back, and she threw herself to the door and pulled it open.

Jiang Xiancheng walked in with the medicine box, only his trouser legs were a little wet, and Jiang Yucheng, who was following him, took the umbrella and put it outside the door, and his soaked appearance showed his brother's dryness even more.

Zhan Xiaoyi pulled Jiang Xiancheng and ran back to the bed, pointed at Yinzhen and bit his lip without speaking, took the medicine box and put it on the bed and opened it with shaking hands, and the various knives and scissors were neatly placed.

Jiang Xiancheng bent down to look at the wound and glanced at his younger brother who was standing by the door watching the two, Jiang Yucheng walked behind Zhan Xiaoyi, who was squatting and kneeling on the edge of the bed, and persuaded her to avoid it.

Zhan smiled and buried Yinzhen's shoulder and face in the pillow, shook his head silently, and held his hand tightly.

Yin Zhen turned her head to look at the top of her hair, raised her eyes to look at Jiang Yucheng, her fingers moved and fell back to the bed, her voice was so weak that it was covered by the sound of rain, "Smile ......"

"I'm not leaving, I'm fine. Zhan smiled with the tip of his nose on his cold face, glanced at the needle in Jiang Xiancheng's hand, and forced a smile to comfort the people who were trying to support him, "You'll be fine, I'll be here watching you, and you'll be fine...... No......"

Before she could finish speaking, her head tilted on the pillow and she slid down to the bed.

Jiang Xiancheng took the needle and pushed the strong shoulder to lie back, took the person in Jiang Yucheng's hand and put it beside Yinzhen, leaned over to look at the wound on her neck, and took out another needle, with calm eyes with a comforting power, "She's fine, I'll just let her sleep for a while, so as not to scare her, and you don't want to." ”

Yin Zhen nodded her head invisibly, her eyes turned to Zhan Xiao, who was lying quietly asleep beside her, and her fingertips hooked her fingers and held them gently.

The anesthetic was pushed into the vein with the needle, Jiang Xiancheng looked at Yinzhen gently, and his voice was low and mellow, "You are tired, close your eyes and rest for a while." ”

Yin Zhen tensed his body and looked at the two brothers, the blood on his waist was oozing out quickly, and his eyes that were trying to open wide gradually lost focus, and slowly closed......

When Zhan Xiaoyi woke up, Yinzhen was still sleeping, the rain outside had stopped, and there was only a small table lamp in the room, which was quiet and warm.

Yin Zhen's face was still pale without a trace of blood, and she was still frowning when she fell asleep, holding her palms and forearms wrapped in layers of gauze, grinding her palms were no longer cold.

Not daring to alarm the hand he was holding, Zhan smiled and carefully sat up and lifted the light quilt that covered him, white gauze wrapped around his waist, and a little blood stained the wound. A thin needle was stuck in the back of the hand near the bed, and a bottle of nutrient solution was attached to the hook above the head of the bed, which slowly flowed into the body with a regular ticking sound.

Gently caressing the frowning brow, Zhan smiled and lay back with his little face leaning on his shoulder, feeling the wetness hurriedly staggered back.

The door was gently pushed, Jiang Yucheng walked in, with a habitual smile on his face, stood on the side of the bed and looked at the medicine that was about to be infused, and skillfully pulled out the needle to put away the bottle hose.

"In a moment he should wake up, it will hurt him a little bit. Don't eat, you can eat a small amount of liquid food after noon. Get plenty of rest. ”

Zhan smiled and looked at the hand that couldn't be withdrawn and sat awkwardly on the bed, looked down and smiled weakly when he saw the men's pajamas he was wearing, "Thank you." ”

"See. Jiang Yucheng's voice was very low, he retracted his gaze, avoided the person on the bed, and looked at the cold glass bottle in his hand, "My brother is in the living room, sleep for a while, just call him if you have something, I'll go first." ”

"Yucheng ......"

Jiang Yucheng put his hand on the door and turned his back to the bed, pulled the corners of his mouth without a smile, and said softly and slowly, "I still have something to do...... Let's not talk about it more, just if you're okay. ”

"I'll take care of this, so I won't bother your brothers. A voice rang out, weak but firm.

Yin Zhen adapted to the light and looked at the worried little face that leaned over, tightened the hand holding her, and took a breath to quickly suppress it.

Jiang Yucheng nodded and took the door away, knelt beside him with a smile and put his palm on his cheek, his voice was soft as if he was afraid of startling him, "Does it hurt?" Don't talk, sleep for a while, it's not dawn yet, and the wound can grow well after resting." ”

The gauze ran his fingers over his cheek and landed on the neck of the same small piece of gauze, and a low sigh overflowed his lips, and Yinzhen held the back of her neck and leaned against her shoulder.

No one spoke anymore, the small yellow halo melted into the darkness, and the two tired people ironed each other's temperatures, only to hear the sound of the branches and leaves in the courtyard being blown by the wind, and the courtyard door opened and closed.

The first rays of sunlight in the early morning fell on the windowsill, shining into the half-open doors and windows, illuminating Yinzhen's still slightly flushed face.

The high fever in the middle of the night made Zhan Xiaoyi call Jiang Xiancheng, who was taking a nap, and the two of them worked together to change clean sheets and bedding, fever-reducing injections, infusions, and wiping their bodies, tossing until almost dawn, and finally calming down the people who were talking nonsense.

Zhan Xiaoyi couldn't hear what he said, only her name could be clearly recognized, and it seemed that there was himself, and she was dizzy after a while, and she didn't know why.

Jiang Xiancheng left, she took a wet towel and put cold water on Yinzhen's forehead over and over again, and kept wiping his hot body, not daring to leave or fall asleep. He lay on the bed no longer as aggressive as usual, and often stared at her eyes and never opened them, and lay there lifelessly, which made her even more frightened, until he gradually quieted down and his temperature slowly returned to normal.

Yin Zhen saw the person curled up on the chair next to the bed and fell asleep two days later, raised his hand to touch it, pulled the wound sizzle, bounced out of the chair with a frightened smile, hurriedly leaned over to touch his forehead, took his temperature, checked the gauze wrapped around his waist, there was no blood and no fever, so he sighed and sat on the edge of the bed weakly.

"Smile. ”

The sweaty palm rested on the back of her hand, and her voice was soft and hoarse, less domineering and more soft and warm.

Zhan Xiaoyi's fingertips moved twice and slowly turned his head to look, and the moment he came into contact with Yinzhen's sight, he grinned at the corner of his mouth, turned his face away, wiped his eyes, and bent over. "Wake up, does it still hurt? Don't move, lie down, I'll get you whatever you want." If you're hungry or not, I'll bring you some porridge to drink, but now you can only drink porridge, and when you're well, I'll make something else for you to eat. ”

Yin Zhen smiled weakly, the fine lines at the end of her eyes and the curvature of the corners of her mouth were real, she closed her eyes when she looked at the sun outside the window, and pulled her against the pillow.

Zhan smiled carefully and moved back to avoid his waist, and he grabbed his shoulders to hold him in place.

Her situation was no better than his, her originally fair little face became pale without a trace of blood, and the blue and black under her eyes were covered by his thumb, which was gently wiped and sighed shallowly.

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Yinzhen lives in a small courtyard and lives in a room that once belonged to him. Zhan Xiaoyi pushed all the work, and stayed in the small courtyard, in the room where he lived.

He was awake with her, and he was asleep with her. Afraid that he would have another accident, and as if he was escaping, he never set foot in her room again, and he always passed by a long detour. Her cat often lies in front of Yinzhen's door to bask in the sun, and at night hides in the house and sleeps on the floor next to the bed, at her feet.

Jiang Xiancheng came to see it occasionally, asked some explanations, and the wound recovered well, and the stitches were removed as scheduled.

Jiang Yucheng didn't appear again, but just asked his brother to say that the guy who had trouble laughing in the bar and was later kicked by Yinzhen in the courtyard had been imprisoned. And told him that it was not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and by the way sent a detailed information about this person, a notorious rich boy, who was charged with all kinds of crimes, large and small, and could not type a page of A4 paper, not counting the smile, which was enough for him to spend ten long years in prison.

Yin Zhen crumpled a few pages of printer paper full of lead words and put them into the drawer of the small cabinet next to the bed, leaned back on the head of the bed and watched Zhan smile and push the door in.

He didn't take the bowl that was handed over, and she set it aside. He didn't cooperate when he was helped to lie down, leaning motionless in the thick and soft cushions behind him.

Zhan Xiaoyi couldn't understand what awkwardness this person had made after being obedient for a few days, he sat on the edge of the bed, took a small yellow capsule from his pocket, picked a hole with a needle, and the shallow medicinal oil dripped on the long pink scar on his waist.

Yin Zhen squinted her eyes and watched her slender fingertips draw circles and rub them on it, the sun shining on her blinking curly eyelashes, quiet and focused, just like every time she helped him change the dressing and wrap gauze or wipe his body, he never squinted.

The light and shallow scar with perfect stitching under the fingers tightened with his waist and abdomen, and he smiled and stopped moving to pull the sheet over the sheet, and before he could get up, he left and lay on Yinzhen's body. She struggled to avoid his waist and did not dare to exert force, and she lay on her back on the inside of the bed in a dizziness.

Yin Zhen held her hand and raised her fingertips to the end of her nose, the oil flashed in the sun, and the fingertips became more and more round and small, except for a faint smell of oil. "Does it work?"

"I heard that it can remove scars. Zhan smiled and turned her face against his smooth arms, the strength and heat of the muscles made her freeze her head and dare not move again, and her face turned red in reply, biting her lip and closing her eyes.

That night he took her hand and caressed his face and neck, making her blush and heartbeat. At this moment, she nestled in his arms, and her hand was once again wrapped in his palm, and the little bit of medicinal oil that had not been wiped off his waist was smeared on her neck, carrying his body temperature.

His fingertips moved from his neck to her hand, hooking. The fingertips of the two men moved softly, behind her hot ears, to the neckline, and to slid across her collarbone. It made her breathe instantly, as if her heart had stopped.

Compared to the various wounds on his body, there was only a tiny small opening on her neck that was a very light pink color, hidden under her jaw and barely visible.

The single-lens reflex covered by Yinzhen's waist was on Zhan Xiaoyi's body, her bare chest pressed against her cheeks, her fingers were entangled with her, her thumb drilled into her palm and pressed gently, and the back of her hand slowly rubbed along the thin pink so that she raised her head, and the person in her arms trembled lightly with a cool touch.

"Where did you go in the morning? Didn't you say you don't have to go to work anymore?"

"School. Zhan Xiao's voice was as thin as a gnat, and he looked even more delicate and weak in his arms.

The corners of Yinzhen's lips hooked up a smile, looking at her nervous appearance, her eyebrows were soft.

Hearing the laughter, he opened his eyes with a smile, and his eyelashes swept over his thin curved lips, and his closed lips had been kissed, and he pecked shallowly like a dragonfly without hesitation, and quickly retreated.

Yin Zhen let go of her, turned over and sat up, walked to the door in one go, smiled and looked at his backlit back, from shoulder to back to waist and hips, every arc is perfect, male curves extend to the legs, quickly turned his head to look at his hand where he had nowhere to place, grabbed the sheet and hid his whole person in it, like a shrimp that is about to be burned and cooked.

Since the night he was injured, he has always looked like this, and even his underwear can only be barely worn at the waist near his lower abdomen, and he has to be careful to pull it down in order not to touch the wound, let alone other clothes. During that time, she didn't have the heart and couldn't pay attention to this, but at this time, she saw him standing in front of her as before, and realized that he was still the same man, and he hadn't changed at all.

It's just that it seems that everything has changed, and it's not the same as before.

He no longer kisses her carefully, he doesn't pester her, he doesn't hold on to her tightly, leaving no gaps.

The courtyard door knocked lightly to wake up someone who was still entangled, suddenly lifted the sheet and looked at the man who looked back at her, jumped off the bed and ran over a few steps, pushed Yinzhen to sit back on the bedside, carefully pulled the curtains and took the door and walked towards the courtyard door.