Ye Xingbei glanced at him with disdain, ignored him, and continued to massage him.

"Don't press it, rest." Gu Jun held her hand one by one.

His arms were able to move freely.

For the first time in such a short period of time, the stiffness of the arms and back disappeared.

He suspected that Ye Xingbei's massage had worked, or that his old injuries had healed a lot during this time, and the seizures were not so bad.

Calculating the time, his old injury had not been able to attack for a long time, and he thought he was completely healed.

Ye Xingbei was held by him, so he couldn't massage him.

After massaging for more than an hour, her hands and arms were indeed sore, and she had no strength, seeing that Gu Jun's face was much better, and the muscles in her back were also soft, knowing that he was indeed no longer so painful now, she didn't struggle, and was obediently pulled by him to lie down beside him.

She lay on her side, facing Gu Junchai, and asked, "How did your injury fall?" ”

"When I was on a mission, I shot a shrapnel in my back," Gu Junchai said: "The doctor said, I was very lucky, the shrapnel was one millimeter away from my spine, and then I missed a little bit, I had to be a high paraplegic, and I couldn't stand up in this life, but the shrapnel still left damage and sequelae, and the doctor couldn't find the reason, so I could only control it with medication when I had an attack, but fortunately it was controllable, and the pain would pass after a few days of good recuperation." ”

Ye Xingbei clenched his hand: "That's why people say that soldiers are the cutest people." ”

"That's right," Gu Junchai chuckled, "I'm the cutest person." ”

Hearing him say this before, Ye Xingbei would definitely give him a white eye.

But at this moment, hearing this long-lost relaxed tone, she actually felt very relieved.

Even if she knew that Gu Junzhu was afraid that she would be too worried and deliberately pretended to be very relaxed, she still felt happy.

Time heals all pain.

Everything will be fine.

The two chatted face to face for a while, Ye Xingbei felt that his arms and hands were almost recovered, and got up to massage him again.

Obviously feeling that his muscles had relaxed, she controlled her strength and stopped talking to Gu Junzhu.

After another ten minutes, Gu Jun fell asleep.

He hadn't closed his eyes much for several days, and tonight he was overdrawn by the pain again, Ye Xingbei's massage was very comfortable, and before he knew it, he fell asleep.

Hearing the sound of his gradually even and long breathing, Ye Xingbei's massage force became a little smaller, but it didn't stop.

After massaging for more than ten minutes, her arm was so sore that she had no strength at all, so she stopped and lay down beside Gu Junchai.

She turned the light to the darkest and turned sideways to face Gu Junchai, her eyes fixed on his face, staring intently at his face through her dim gaze.

In a few days, he lost a lot of weight, his perfect face was even more handsome, and his face was pale without any blood, which inexplicably made people feel a little weak.

But Ye Xingbei knew that this person had nothing to do with the word weak.

At all times, he was resolute and strong.

He will be sad, he will be painful, he will be angry, he will blame himself, he will have all the emotions that ordinary people have, but he will not be defeated by any emotion.

No matter when and where, he is as majestic as a mountain and as strong as a fortress, giving her a sense of security and making her feel at ease.

She couldn't help but reach out and gently place it on his.