Looking at the contradictory eyes of the little woman in front of him who were mixed with anticipation and apprehension, Song Zehan chuckled lightly and decisively bowed his head again.

While Ruan Shiyan was still entangled, he accurately bit her lip.

Although the strength was not great, it was enough to make Ruan Shiyan clearly feel the familiar pain.

"Hiss-Song Zehan, when did you change your genre to a dog?!"

Song Zehan raised his eyebrows lightly and asked knowingly.

"It hurts?"

"Nonsense! Don't believe you, let me take a bite! ”

Song Zehan bowed slightly, didn't hide, and looked at her calmly.

"Absolutely."

Ruan Shiyan: "??? ”

So happy?

Why did she suddenly feel that Song Zehan would be even more scoundrel than before after he could speak?

Seeing that she didn't move for a long time, Song Zehan said his intentions.

"Do you still suspect it's a dream?"

Ruan Shiyan was stunned for two seconds, and slowly understood.

Dreams don't hurt, but if they hurt, how can they be dreams?

How did she forget about this stubble?

But a hard mouth has always been her label, so she still glanced at Song Zehan angrily, "Don't think that I will forgive you like this." ”

The corner of Song Zehan's right lip was slightly raised, and a touch of arc seemed to be absent.

"One bite won't work? Those two? ”

Why does "......" just do it with "bite" on the left and on the right? "Who's going to bite you? I won't forgive you unless you explain all these abnormalities to me! ”

Ruan Shiyan decisively mentioned her fierce strength, looked at Song Zehan fiercely with a small face.

made it clear that if he didn't confess honestly, he would fight him to the end.

But this level is obviously nothing to Song Zehan, but he didn't want to hide it from her about the result this time, so he didn't quarrel with her again.

He sorted out his thoughts, sat down on the edge of the bed, adjusted his posture, hugged Ruan Shiyan to his lap, and unbuttoned his shirt before opening his mouth to explain, revealing his strong chest.

Ruan Shiyan was confused by his strange behavior, but when she saw the overly tempting pectoral muscles, she still swallowed her saliva without a smile.

No matter how hard the mouth is, the body is always honest.

But before she could appreciate it for a few seconds, she suddenly saw the familiar wound in his heart.

Ruan Shiyan's breathing stagnated, her pupils shrank, and her brain "buzzed", and it was blank.

After a while, he stumbled and asked.

"This ...... This...... What's going on? Ruan Shiyan's breathing was short, and her little face turned pale with urgency, "You...... Why do you have this wound on your body? ”

The words fell, and before Song Zehan could react, Ruan Shiyan hurriedly pulled the neckline of her hospital gown to the maximum, and looked down - her wound was still there.

And there is still only one wound.

If it weren't for the fact that she knew that she had been pushed into the operating room before all this, Song Zehan would have been able to talk to her normally, and if someone told her that nothing had happened, she would have dared to believe it.

After all, who has had a heart transplant without a single wound on his body?

It's not science fiction, it's not realistic.

Song Zehan patted Ruan Shiyan's little head and gave him a reassuring look.

"Don't worry, think slowly, ask one by one, and I'll tell you."

Ruan Shiyan took a deep breath and quickly sorted out her thoughts.

After a while, she decided to start with the source.

"I ...... Have you ever had a heart transplant? ”