There Are Always Lovers Killing Each Other For Me

He woke up!

Yao Yao instantly broke free of his hand, ran to the bed, looked at him in shock and joy, and was speechless with joy.

"You're awake! What's uncomfortable? Isn't it right, can you speak? The nurse, why is there no one to take care of you..."

Dai Shuyan didn't see the scene of the two hands clenching, his attention was on her face, her eyes did not move down, and she saw a panic and unruly appearance, showing a smile, softly said: "I'm fine , Don’t panic, sit down and let me see."

Yao Yao calmed down and sat down gently on the edge of the bed.

The two are facing each other.He looked at her, his eyes focused, without letting go of the slightest, even his hair was carefully examined several times, and finally, he smiled with satisfaction, his voice was weak, "It's fine, not injured."

He always had a weak sense of consciousness, worrying that he had not protected her and would not be able to settle down even when he was in a coma.

Yaoyao's tears ran down uncontrollably, and he grabbed his hand gently, sobbing: "I'm fine, you'll get better soon."

He nodded gently and saw her sad, making a joke: "Relax, I have a sense of justice, the king said, I don't want to accept me for the time being."

When she saw that she was about to cry again, she quickly changed the subject and looked at her friend at the door and asked, "Aheng, what did you get?"

Yao Yao came to think of it, stood up, picked up the warm box in Tang Wenheng's hand, and said, "The food you made..."

He held it tightly, Yao Dai turned his back to Dai Shuyan, and glared at him before he let go.

Putting his hands in his pockets, Tang Wenheng secretly twisted his fingers. This hand was still holding her just a moment ago, and he was mercilessly thrown away.

He looked coldly.

She carefully fed him porridge, and each spoon was carefully blown cold, and tried it in his mouth before delivering it to his mouth.

He was a little uneasy and irritatedly unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.

When Ayan woke up, her whole heart was biased towards him again.

Walking into the ward and leaning against the window, he said abruptly: "A Yan, how does it taste?"

Dai Shuyan smiled at him and nodded, "OK."

"Just okay?" He smiled, turning his eyes to see Yaoyao, "Yaoyao started to be busy yesterday, and stewed all night to bring it to you."

This is ambiguous, and one cannot think deeply about it.

But Dai Shuyan didn't even think about it. He only listened to the surface and turned back to Yaoyao: "Don't be busy in the future, just go to the porridge shop and buy."

Yao Yao: "If you sell it outside, you don't have to eat it yourself to feel at ease. Don't talk!"

Tang Wenheng was bored, and subconsciously smoked a cigarette. Before he lit it, he heard Yao Yao's angry voice: "No smoking in the ward."

These words were very polite, and all three were stunned.

Tang Wenheng looked at her for a long while, silently put away the cigarette, and said in a dumb voice: "I'm going to smoke outside."

The door closed sounded.

Dai Shuyan frowned, "What did you say? I'm not so delicate."

Yao Yao pursed her lips and said nothing.

He paused, patted her hand gently, and persuaded her softly: "Go apologize to Aheng, eh?"

Yao Yao looked at him, hesitantly.

He continued to persuade her softly: "How much did Heng help us, right? Besides, you know, he has no other hobbies.

Your tone was just too hurtful, pay attention to it next time, go apologize to him, go."

She clenched her fingers silently and put down the spoon in her hand.

She found him. He was sitting in a chair outside, lowering his head, watching the smoke in his hands being rubbed.

When he walked in front of him, he didn't move, but his hand rubbing the cigarette stopped.

Yao Yao sat next to him and whispered: "Sorry, I shouldn't have said you just now."

"No need to apologize to me." He turned his face away and threw the crumple of smoke into the trash can.

"I know you are not angry because of this..." Yaoyao gently tugged at his sleeve and said, "You reminded me just now that I got divorced from Ayanti."

He was silent.

"But Ayan just woke up. If I speak now, I'm afraid it will not help him recover. And..." She paused. "That day, he saved me, or it was me who was lying on the bed now."

Tang Wenheng also knew that it was wrong now, but when he saw her throwing a heart on another man, her reason was on the verge of collapse.

He felt so strange, terrible selfishness, mean and dirty.

But Yaoyao, he could not be generous and sensible.

He smiled bitterly: "How come you like me? Even I hate myself."

Yao Yao didn't answer, just took his hand gently.

After a long silence, he pulled her up and said, "Then do as you wish, and wait for A Yan to get well, and talk about the divorce."

With a smile, seeing no one around, he tipped his toes and gently touched his lips, saying, "You are so nice."

The sound is soft and fast.

He smiled.

Underground love breeds quickly, because it's hard to see the light, and it needs more care from the owner.

In the gap between no one, secretly kiss, intentional or unintentional physical contact, or even an inadvertent collision of eyes, it is sweet to make people dream.

After Dai Shuyan woke up, Yao Yao had asked where he was going to take himself that day, and he didn't want to open his mouth. He just said he would wait until he was well before taking her.

Dai Shuyan is young and usually pays attention to exercise. He has a strong recovery capacity. The doctor said that he can be discharged from the hospital soon after. He just needs to come back regularly for review. At ordinary times, he should not take vigorous exercise and slowly adjust to heal.

Hearing this news, all three were very happy.

It is needless to say that Dai Shuyan is happy that she can finally go further, and Tang Wenheng is looking forward to Ayan recovering and Yao Yao showdown with him.

Although they are thinking about each other, without exception, everyone is really happy.

The house was already cleaned up, and Tang Wenheng sent the two back without leaving much, sitting in the car downstairs, smoking while looking at the bright window.

Only one bedroom is lit.

They slept together.

Jealousy is like poison, biting his heart.

He couldn't help but guess what the two of them were doing now.

Did you sleep on a bed?

Did you kiss?

Or did you just do it?

Too jealous, so jealous.

Biting the cigarette holder, she took out her phone and sent a message to her.

Dai Shuyan didn't take a lot of showers in the hospital, and felt that her body was almost rancid. The first thing she got home was to go into the bathroom and wash away the sweat and smell.

The bathroom was slippery, he couldn't work hard for a while, and he couldn't stand steadily.

Apart from Yao Yao, there can be no second candidate.

Help a big man take a bath, especially if he hasn’t been intimate...

Yaoyao blushed in, his eyes flashing, dare not look at him, and quickly said: "You don't move while lying down, I will wipe your back."

There are more than one embarrassing embarrassment. Dai Shuyan's face is also hot. He has also imagined that the two people were facing each other for the first time, but this is definitely not the case.

He turned his back on her, his body was tight, and her hand was gently touching his back, which was gentler than the water.

The sensitive nerves in the back were completely mobilized, like a greedy tentacle, struggling under the skin.

Wherever her hand touches, where the tentacles gather,

Soon he couldn't take it anymore, reaching for her and holding her, coughing, and said dumbly: "I'll come here myself."

Yao Yao gave him the bath towel, went out, and stood at the door without worrying.

Sure enough, as soon as she went out, she heard a pumping sound inside.

She hurriedly opened the door and faced his naked body.

The wound hadn't healed completely, leaving a long scar, which was left behind by the operation. The centipede was lying on his chest like a scary man.

Suddenly stunned, speechless.

The picture of that day reappeared. On the first line of life and death, he left his hope of life to himself.

Dai Shuyan thought she was frightened and hurriedly said: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore, it's just looking scary,"

Yaoyao's eyes flickered and walked in front of him, gently touching the ugly centipede. She asked softly, "Ayan, why did you do that at that time?"

His throat slipped, looking at her drooping eyelashes, thinking for a while, and said softly: "I just think, I am dead, the sad thing is you, you are going to die, I..."

He choked for a moment, said nothing, paused for a while, and then said: "You don’t have to feel guilty. I make any decision. I have thought about it. What are the consequences and the benefits I can get. I know it all. I do. , Because I think it’s worth it."

No longer talking, Yaoyao helped him wipe the front, moving gently and patiently, and when she ended, he let out a long sigh of relief.

It was finally over, and then continued. The car accident didn't kill him, but she was asked for it.

He hadn't recovered from his injuries and Yaoyao had to take care of him. The two had to sleep in a room.

She lived in the master bedroom, and Dai Shuyan also moved the nest to her bed.

Just lying down, Yaoyao's cell phone rang.

When I picked it up, Tang Wenheng sent it out with only one sentence.

[Don’t let A Yan touch you.

Yao Yao pressed to turn off the screen, did not return to him.

She looked down at the man lying beside her, holding her other hand to play, and smiled in her heart.

He was already touching her.

He took her hand, kissed it softly, and said vaguely: "Hold your hand, it's too noisy."

Yao Yao "huh", "It's already closed."

He kissed her for a while and reached out to turn off the light.

Fearing that he would accidentally touch the wound near him, the two fell asleep face to face, separated by a long distance.

In the darkness, he stretched out his hand and gently embraced her waist. The hot palm rubbed against her sensitive skin on the waist. She couldn't help laughing, "itching."

There was a deep smile, and he took her hand and asked, "Yao Yao, do you believe in the soul? Or predict."

She shook her head: "Unbelief, that's all deceiving, feudal superstition. Do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it either."

"However, there is one thing I can't figure out. There seems to be another me in this world. He knows another you."