I really don't want a second marriage

For a long time, Han Muzi whispered, "you're hurt. I'm not a doctor. It's no use for me to stay here."

"Who said no?" night Tingchen raised his eyes and looked straight at her. His thin lips opened slightly: "come here."

Although his face was still ugly, it looked much better than before. Han Muzi didn't continue to move forward, but stood in place and whispered, "if you have anything, just say it like this. I can hear you."

"Really?" yetingchen sneered, "but I can't come over."

Han Muzi: "... Don't push an inch!"

"OK, I'll go over." after that, yetingchen really planned to get up and walk towards her.

He just moved. Han Muzi's face suddenly changed. He walked towards him before he had time to think about anything. Then he pressed him back to bed, "don't fool around. The doctor will deal with the wound for you? How can you..."

The latter words were drowned in his arms. Han Muzi was held in his arms. His expression was a little dull. His heart seemed to stand still at that moment. His breath belonged to this man.

Although... This is a hospital.

Han Muzi's eyelashes trembled, and his voice was a little uncertain: "you, what are you doing?"

Night Tingchen breathed greedily in her neck, and his voice was stuffy: "make sure you are safe."

Han Muzi: "

"I'm fine. Let go of me quickly." Han Muzi said, trying to push him away.

"Hmm..." yetingchen groaned with pain and succeeded in stopping Han Muzi's movements. She was the one who saw his wounds with her own eyes, and after watching them for so long, how could she not know the horror of those wounds?

So now he shouted pain. It must be real pain. After all, she couldn't stand it.

"You're fine, but I'm not." yetingchen's voice was a little wronged, and all the heat he exhaled was sprayed on Han Muzi's neck. He was very sad: "even if it was a hug, would you push me away?"

Han Muzi blinked. How do you feel that this man is taking advantage of her through injury?

She took a deep breath to calm herself.

"How long do you want to hold it?"

"Soon, just a minute."

Yes!

Then I'll trust you once! Hold him for a while. Who makes him a patient? Who made him hurt for himself?

She can't push him away, can she?

Anyway, after being held for a while, she won't lose a piece of meat, and yetingchen hasn't held her before. It's just... The previous hug.

But she underestimated the shameless degree of yetingchen. She thought he would hold her quietly, but she didn't expect that the guy was only quiet for a while, and the hand around her waist began to be dishonest.

At first, his hand just moved gently, and there was no other move.

But maybe he realized that Han Muzi didn't resist, so yetingchen got up recklessly. His hand began to move up slowly and touch her back gently. When Han Muzi felt wrong, he frowned and raised his head to see what the hell yetingchen was doing.

As a result, as soon as I raised my head, a shadow fell in front of me.

Then, the lips softened.

A touch of warmth covered her lips.

Han Muzi's eyes widened. She felt that she was touched by electricity in her heart, which was numb.

She stared at the night Tingchen close at hand.

Mostly because of the pain, he didn't even open his eyes, and the shadow cast by his eyelashes around his eyes felt fragile.

"Well." Han Muzi returned to his mind for a few seconds. He stretched out his hand to push him conditionally. As a result, he pushed him, but he didn't respond. Push again, yetingchen shouted pain on the spot, and the broken voice overflowed between his lips.

Han Muzi saw the cold sweat on his forehead, his heart was soft again, and he had to put down his hand.

You don't push him, you can only ask him.

Han Muzi never thought that she would be like this five years later... Let him hold him in his arms and gently hug and kiss.

Yetingchen's kiss is not heavy, but very light.

Like snowflakes falling on the ground in winter, there are no desires and impurities.

Time passed minute by minute. Han Muzi didn't know how long it took. Yetingchen finally released her, but her hot thin lips fell in front of her forehead, hair top, and then whispered, "you are willing to let me hold and kiss so quietly. Even if I die this time, it's worth it."

Han Muzi: "

this man!

She secretly bit her back teeth and didn't answer anything.

A moment later, Han Muzi raised her head and glared at yetingchen fiercely: "are you hungry? Do you want me to prepare something for you?"

The distance between them is very close. Because they kissed just now, there is still a trace of intimacy in the air.

"Would you like to prepare food for me?" yetingchen asked instead.

Han Muzi was speechless at once, and then looked at the man who took advantage and sold well: "you were hurt for me. Would I not want to?"

Hearing this, yetingchen's dark eyes were a little gloomy. "It turned out that you were hurt for me, so you wanted to prepare food for me."

But soon, the gloom of his eyes was replaced by other emotions, and his eyes stared at her: "in that case, you can stay and take care of me this time."

Han Muzi, who had just stood upright, was really reeling because of his words and almost fell forward. Fortunately, she stabilized herself.

She looked at the man in front of her, with a bad smile hidden between her thin lips. It was obvious that she was determined by this injury.

But what can she do? You can't really leave him here.

Han Muzi bit her teeth and said, "you can take care of you, but you can't be like that just now."

"Just like that? What?" yetingchen raised his eyebrows, with satisfaction between the tips of his eyebrows.

This look was irritating. Han Muzi stopped paying attention to him and said coldly, "I'll go back first and come to see you later. Is it OK for you to be alone?"

"How long?"

"Who knows?"

"Not too long. What if my wound hurts badly and I faint?"

Han Muzi: "I'll come in an hour."

Yetingchen finally raised his lips with satisfaction: "OK."

When Han Muzi left, he looked at yetingchen with some worry. Although his expression was very happy and hateful, his pale lips and the cold sweat on his forehead still showed that he was not in good condition.

So she'd better go and come back quickly.

After Han Muzi's figure disappeared in the ward, listening to the sound of footsteps, the bad smile on yetingchen's face slowly disappeared, and then replaced by the color of pain.

The pain on his back made him wonder which position to keep. It was impossible to lie down and lie down.

Just... Thinking of the sweet and greasy taste in the corner of his lips just now, yetingchen felt that his injury was a good thing.

A moment later, he closed his eyes and mocked himself helplessly.

"Yetingchen, please be a person."