The injury on Yu Zhongxiao's chest left a certain shadow in Ye Hehuan's heart, so that every time she heard that Yu Zhongxiao was injured, she subconsciously thought about the worst.

On the way here, for a moment, she even thought that if something really happened to Yu Zhongxiao, then she would definitely not survive.

Raw ***, burned out but in a thought.

Ye Hehuan patted Lu Hanyan's shoulder, motioned for the little girl to go to the sofa to sit, and walked to the bedside.

Even if he fell asleep, Yu Zhongxiao's brows were slightly locked.

Ye Hehuan's gaze refixed on his right arm, and he couldn't help but think, is it very painful, otherwise why would he still frown after being injected with anesthetics?

Thinking about it like this, she felt uncomfortable in her heart.

She didn't know what the situation was at the scene of the explosion, and she didn't ask Yao Lie in detail, but she could already imagine what a shocking scene it was.

Ye Hehuan sat on the chair, and she looked down at Yu Zhongxiao's hand on the side of the bed.

After a while, he reached out and grabbed his.

The hand was still very large, with hard joints, as if it had lost some weight, and its skin was darker.

In addition to his arms, he also had large and small wounds on his large hands.

Ye Hehuan quietly pulled out the chair and explained that Lu Hanyan was staying in the ward, and he went out to ask the nurse for saline, iodine wine and cotton swabs, and when she came back, Lu Hanyan was lying on the head of the bed, holding his chin with two small hands and looking at Yu Zhongxiao, his little face was full of novelty and concern.

When Lu Hanyan stretched out her little finger and was about to touch the gauze on Yu Zhongxiao's face, Ye Hehuan stopped her.

The little girl saw her cousin shaking her head at herself, retracted her fingers, and obediently sat down on the sofa, with her hands on her knees.

Ye Hehuan began to help Yu Zhongxiao deal with the wounds on his hands, she held Yu Zhongxiao's hand, and raised her eyes to look at him from time to time, for fear that someone would hurt him if she was not careful.

She cleaned up carefully, disinfecting the wound with a cotton swab dipped in saline before applying iodine.

The man's hand was dry, and Ye Hehuan held it gently, feeling the warmth from his palm.

When the wound was covered with brown iodine wine, Ye Hehuan couldn't help but think, in fact, it didn't matter if he didn't save the soldier, because no one would blame him, but in the end he still risked his life and dragged the other party down, although Yao Lie didn't say it explicitly, but she heard it, if he got closer, Yu Zhongxiao's arm might be gone.

What was in mind when he chose to save people?

Ye Hehuan felt that it wouldn't be himself anyway, otherwise he wouldn't have dragged it so decisively.

The big hand she was holding suddenly moved slightly.

Ye Hehuan was nervous, she thought that she had hurt Yu Zhongxiao when she was distracted, and the movements of her hand were a little lighter, and when she was about to change the cotton swab, the big hand flipped over and clasped her hand.

Ye Hehuan raised his head and looked at the head of the bed, facing a pair of deep eyes, I don't know when he woke up, he was looking at her for a moment.

Seeing that she found out, Yu Zhongxiao squeezed out a nonchalant smile on his lips.

He clenched the soft little hand in his palm, and his magnetic voice was hoarse: "I thought I was dreaming." ”

Ye Hehuan pinched the back of his rough hand and asked him fiercely, "Do you still think it's a dream?" ”

The curvature of the corners of Yu Zhongxiao's mouth deepened, and he didn't speak, still staring at her with a restrained gaze.

Ye Hehuan's gaze moved down to his thin dry lips, "I'll pour you a glass of water." As he spoke, he was about to withdraw his hand, but Yu Zhongxiao didn't let go, he held it stubbornly, without any words, but she still felt the affection flowing between the two.

Ye Hehuan instinctively turned his head to look at Lu Hanyan on the sofa, the little girl was already lying there asleep.

Her attempts to break free slowed down.

Yu Zhongxiao stared at Ye Hehuan's lowered eyebrows, his thick black eyelashes cast two butterfly-like shadows on her face, and he asked in a sand voice, "Is it Yao Lie who sued you?" ”

Ye Hehuan lifted his eyelashes and looked back at him, and his words were already full of dissatisfaction: "Don't I have the right to know?" ”

Yu Zhongxiao wanted to laugh again, Ye Hehuan was a little annoyed that he didn't take his body seriously, so even if his hand was still held by him, he didn't plan to pay attention to him anymore.

Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and her delicate face was hazy in the sunlight leaking through the window, Yu Zhongxiao saw her worry, and suddenly wanted to touch her head, but his right arm was injured, and it was a little difficult to support himself with one hand, so he simply stretched out his big hand to Ye Hehuan, and his eyes became more and more gentle: "Come, pull me." ”

Ye Hehuan was afraid that he would mess around and affect the wound, so he held his hand and helped him up while taking the pillow behind him.

Yu Zhongxiao pinched the right shoulder blade with her left hand as she placed the pillow.

This small action was still noticed by Ye Hehuan, and she looked at his bandaged arm with some concern, "Did you touch the wound?" If it hurts, I'll call a doctor to take a look. ”

Yu Zhongxiao shook his head, put down his hand, and said, "It's nothing, it's just a little unaccustomed." ”

"Now I know that I will not get used to it, why are you so skilled when you drag people?"

"......" Yu Zhongxiao leaned his back against the bed, he took Ye Hehuan's little hand and squeezed it gently, and his voice was deliberately lowered by him: "Worried? ”

Ye Hehuan was silent, but he didn't shake off his hand.

At this moment, the door to the ward opened.

Almost at the same time, Ye Hehuan withdrew her hand from Yu Zhongxiao's palm, and she stood up and looked at the door.