An Xia excitedly said to Yan Shaodi: "Young Emperor, your friend is really amazing. Even the dean praised him. I...I really don't know how to thank you."
Yan Shaodi crossed his arms and felt very satisfied that she called him "Young Emperor", which was a very happy satisfaction.
He crossed his chest and smiled at her with a very handsome expression, "Go and see her quickly. You have been worried for so long."
She took a deep breath, walked up to him, stood on tiptoes, kissed his left cheek gently, and said with a blush on her face, "Thank you, really thank you."
After saying that, she turned around and ran in, leaving Yan Shaodi there.
A slight cold feeling still lingered on his cheeks. He subconsciously touched the place where he was kissed. Deep in his body, there seemed to be an unknown flower blooming slowly, filled with happiness, joy, and sweetness.
It was a feeling he had never experienced before.
Every time he saw her pure and sweet smile, he would have the urge to make it his own.
But now, how can he have such a beautiful feeling?
An Xia, no matter whether you agree or not, he hopes that you will become his woman and will make you have such a pure and honest smile for the rest of your life.
She went inside, and Ake happened to comfort Ning Yazhi with a lazy voice, "Don't worry about the wounds. When you are discharged from the hospital, you will still be a beautiful girl without a single scar on your body."
"Well... why do you have a beard? Are you ugly?" Ning Yazhi's weak voice came.
An Xia didn't know whether to be angry or laugh. With such a serious injury, she should say some nutritious words when she wakes up, instead of paying attention to why other men have beards.
She was afraid that Ning Yazhi would anger the sloppy man, so she coughed lightly and wanted to apologize to him on Ning Yazhi's behalf.
As a result, he didn't care at all, and still said in a lazy and unbeatable tone: "Patients should not care about the doctor's appearance, but should care about the doctor's technical content. It doesn't matter whether I look ugly or not. The important thing is that you don't
It’s fine as long as it looks ugly.”
Ning Yazhi smiled softly.
The discomfort I felt when I woke up has also subsided a lot.
"Xiaoya——"
An Xia was afraid that she would offend him if she continued to say strange things, so she came over quickly and asked, "Doctor, how is Xiaoya? How is her injury?"
The sloppy man should be smiling and replied, "Don't worry, all the injuries are just minor. I had a concussion, but I haven't become a little stupid. It proves that there is nothing serious. I should be discharged after lying in the hospital for a month." He said it in a cool way.
It was so light that it didn't seem like it was a big deal.
An Xia believed what he said!
I couldn't give any reason at all, so I just believed him.
Even though this man looks slovenly and has such a long beard, you can't even see what he looks like. He looks decadent at first glance.
However, his eyes were extremely clear, like stars.
When he said those words, he had such a powerful persuasive force that people couldn't help but believe what he said.
After he finished saying that, he lazily walked out.
An Xia sat by the bed, not daring to hold Ning Yazhi's hand. Tears welled up and she choked, "Xiaoya..."
Ning Yazhi's head was wrapped tightly in gauze, her face still had scratches, and her hands and feet were in plaster. She looked so miserable that it made An Xia extremely distressed.
"Does it hurt?"
Xiaoya tried her best to smile, "Idiot, it doesn't hurt. The anesthetic hasn't worn off yet."