When he woke up again, Qi Rui was already in bed, his head was swollen and painful, he gasped a few times, and there was a tingling pain in his forearm, and he subconsciously looked over, a piece of blood, and the sheets were stained with large blood stains.

For this situation, Qi Rui was obviously accustomed to it, and calmly got up and took out the medicine box to bandage the wound, the wound on the forearm was of different sizes, some were very shallow, some were very deep.

After bandaging the wound, he was stunned for a moment, rummaging through the bedboard and seeing that the medicine inside had been newly opened.

Lately, I've been sleepwalking more and more.

——

Shen Yue was in a coma for several days before he woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a white expanse, and turned his head to look out the window, a little familiar, it was the original ward again.

Not yet very awake, his pale face was whiter than a pillow, and his eyelashes were long and curly, casting a faint mark under his eyelids.

In a daze, she seemed to see a tall figure, and seemed to be eager to say something in her ear, but she didn't hear it clearly.

Reluctantly lift a little spirit.

"Brother, I'm fine."

She pursed her lips and smiled, very beautiful, very weak.

The voice in his ears was clearer, it was the man's low and suppressed hoarseness, "Yueyue, don't be snooze, let's say a few words to my brother." ”

Shen Yue opened his mouth, but he didn't have the strength to speak, and fell asleep again.

This illness was like an introduction, shattering the previous good illusion, Shen Yue's illness worsened, she slept longer and longer, and there were always inexplicable bruises on her body.

Zhang Cong was almost guarding every inch, he didn't even dare to touch it, Shen Yue looked too fragile, as if he could crush it with a little force.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Cong heard the movement on the hospital bed, his sleep was very light, and he woke up almost immediately.

Shen Yue's head shook for a moment, the hair on her sideburns was soaked with sweat, and a thin cold sweat broke out on her pale forehead, she was so painful, her lips and flesh were bitten and bitten, very red, red as if she was going to bleed.

She had a few staccato words from her throat, subtle, painful, "Brother, it hurts......"

From the beginning of the treatment, Shen Yue didn't say anything about pain, and now, what kind of pain should it be to wake up from a coma.

Zhang Cong climbed onto the bed and hugged the woman into his arms, her whole body was shaking, the temperature on her body was very cold, and he gently wiped the cold sweat on the woman's face with his sleeve.

In the darkness, the man in his arms curled up, and the gentle pain weighed on his chest, and his throat seemed to be blocked by a hard lump.

Her slender snow-white fingertips clutched the clothes on his chest, her eyes were closed, and tears were falling all the time.

"Brother."

"Brother."

Shen Yue called him softly.

Shouting brother.

Helpless and devastated.

It's like reminding yourself of something.

Zhang Cong's heart was in severe pain, tugging at his heart, as if he was going to tear his chest apart.

"Brother is here, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." He lowered his head and kissed the woman's hair indiscriminately, his eyes reddened.

The fine and dense kiss fell on the woman's eyebrows, eyes and cheeks, and the tears rubbed Shen Yue's face, and he whispered a lot of words in Shen Yue's ear Don't be afraid.

Don't be afraid, brother.

——

It's only been a week, and Shen Yue's condition has stabilized a little, at least he won't fall asleep all day without moving.

Zhang Cong went out to buy food, passed by a flower shop, walked in to take a look, walked around for a while, and bought a pot of bellflower flowers, which are light blue, and the bell-shaped bellflower petals are swaying like wind chimes, exuding bursts of fragrance.

Back in the ward, Shen Yue was sitting in front of the window, the sun was shining outside, and the warm light shone in, crossing her pale and transparent skin, her long and curly eyelashes were like fluttering butterfly wings, and her pupils were dark and moist.

Zhang Cong's heart trembled.

He walked over and came to Shen Yue's side, restrained, he couldn't restrain the throbbing, and his voice was very astringent, "I'll take you out to bask in the sun after eating." ”

Shen Yue turned his head and showed a faint smile, but his eyes were quickly attracted by a pot of bellflower flowers in the man's hand, the light blue petals were very delicate.

Raising her head, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and the pear vortex was shallow, "Is this for me?" ”

The man's ears were red at the tips, but the expression on his face remained the same, and he seemed to be particularly shy, "Well, for you." ”

Shen Yue hugged the bellflower flower, the sun quietly sprinkled on his side face, the long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on the pale skin, everything seemed so beautiful and gentle, it would be better if the background was not the ward.

The slender fingers, the pink fingertips like flower buds, gently touched the pale blue bellflower petals.

It was a pair of very beautiful eyes, gentle and quiet, "I like it very much." ”

Zhang Cong's heart was beating fast, as if he was about to become unbelonging, he bent over, rough fingertips to caress the woman's face, soft and warm.

A wave of heat rushed to his limbs, his breathing was a little rapid, and his deep eyes became thick and dark.

"Brother."

Shen Yue looked at him quietly, hazy as if a thin layer of light veil had been gathered to attract people to tear it apart.

Zhang Cong's throat became more and more dry, his eyes became darker and darker, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and the breath he exhaled was hot.

He slowly stretched out his hand, passed through the light veil, and landed on the pale lip flap, slowly rubbing and rubbing, not heavy, until the lip flap became full and bright red.

The wrist was held by a soft hand, the man's eyelashes trembled, the distance between the two people was very close, the warm breath sprayed between the two people, he felt his breathing begin to be rapid, and his whole body seemed to be hot.

That hand was very cold and the strength was very light, but Zhang Cong froze.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

The soft tone was tinged with a hint of doubt, and she looked clean, as if she didn't know anything, looking at him so simply, reflecting his filthy and dark evil desires.

Quickly withdrew his hand, he straightened up, his lips trembled, he took a deep breath, and the clarity in his dark eyes quickly regained his clarity, and he didn't dare to look at Shen Yue's eyes.

As if to change the topic, he helped Shen Yue to the table and sat down, unfolding the meals one by one.

As soon as he was nervous, he talked a lot, "The bone broth in this shop is particularly delicious, not thick or shallow, and it smells very fragrant, and the ...... of this shop"

Shen Yue sat on the sofa and listened quietly, the man kept his head down, so he didn't see her expression clearly, and of course he didn't know, there was a complex and bitter light flowing in those gentle eyes.

Zhang Cong's performance was so obvious, how could she not notice it?

Shen Yue is not a fool, she can see it clearly and feel it clearly.