After laughing, his tone became a bit more cheerful, "What can I do to you if I look like this? Are you so scared?"
Yang Qianyu rolled her eyes at him angrily, but thinking that this person couldn't see him, she rolled her eyes and said, "You said out of nowhere that you want to touch other people's faces. Who wouldn't be surprised?"
"I just..." The smile on his face gradually faded, and his deep-featured face returned to seriousness and piety, and he said in a deep voice, "It feels like I haven't seen you for so long... My memory is still in the time when we were ten years old.
At that time, you were bright, beautiful, pure and charming, and countless boys in the whole school were surrounding you..."
Speaking of this, Yang Qianyu thought of the serialized novels that are still being updated online.
It happened to be written that the heroine was stuffed with love letters by other boys in school, and was intercepted by the hero in public, forcing the suitor to swear on the spot that he would never harass the heroine again, otherwise he would get out of the school.
Now, this is pure campus bullying! He is the gangster leader!
In fact, if Feng Moyan could see clearly and follow up the serial novel, he would probably be able to get back all his lost memories.
Unfortunately, I can't even see it with my eyes.
Her thoughts raced for a few seconds before she came back to her senses and said, "I am bright, beautiful, pure and charming now!"
"You are already a mother."
"So what?" Yang Qianyu suddenly felt a little unhappy after hearing what he said - it turned out that she also cared about how others evaluated her.
"You mean that after I become a mother, I will become old and wan, which will destroy the image of the perfect Yang Qianyu in your mind, right?"
Even though they were all alone, she was still unhappy.
Feng Moyan also heard something and said with a smile: "Qianqian, are you jealous of yourself?"
"No!"
"Then...is it possible?"
The topic came back again, Yang Qianyu clutched the strap of the bag, her delicate and beautiful facial features were hesitant, and her heart... was also hesitant.
What do these two people mean?
She had always regarded this man as a friend and the father of her child, so she patiently visited him and coaxed him so that he could cooperate with the doctor's treatment.
But if the two of them continue like this, let alone outsiders who think their relationship is unusual, even she herself feels that the sense of proportion is becoming increasingly blurred.
Thinking of what Fei Fei said today, as if she wanted to prove something, she became cruel and refused: "No! Men and women can touch each other without being intimate! You should rest quickly."
After saying that, she turned around and left.
Feng Moyan's voice came from behind: "Qianqian, are you running away? Are you afraid that you won't be able to help but forgive me, or even... fall in love with me again?"
She turned around quickly: "How is that possible! If you could remember what you did to me before, you wouldn't forgive yourself. How could I forget so easily? How could I fall in love with you again?"
"Since you're not afraid, you just want me to touch your face. Why are you resisting?"
"Which normal man and woman would ask to touch each other's face?"
"Isn't that because I can't see?"
"..."
"Qianqian...I'm going to the operating table again tomorrow, so this is just a wish granted to me."
Yang Qianyu took a deep breath, endured, hesitated, struggled, and wanted to leave, but then wondered whether her evasion really showed a guilty conscience...
No, she is not guilty.
All feelings for this man died five years ago.
Just touch it, what are you afraid of?
She convinced herself that the more magnanimous she was, the more fearless she would be.
So he turned around and went back, threw his bag on the chair, walked to the bed, and said condescendingly: "How do you want to touch me? You can't even move your hands."
When Feng Moyan saw that she had changed her mind and came back, she suddenly felt excited, but she didn't dare to express it too much.
When she questioned that she couldn't move her hands, Mr. Feng quickly clarified: "Who said that? My hands...look, I can move a little bit."
In order to match what he said, he vigorously raised his big hand that was lying on the edge of the bed.
Yang Qianyu lowered her eyes and looked in surprise, "Can you move your hands?"
"Yeah, but you can't lift it completely, that's it..." He demonstrated that it could be raised from the elbow.
Yang Qianyu: "It looks like a lucky cat."
"..."
Since he couldn't lift it completely, Yang Qianyu had no choice but to bend down.
She sat down on the chair, leaned forward, deliberately held her breath, and said in a calm tone: "Hurry up and touch it..."
Mr. Feng slowly raised his lucky cat hand.
But he couldn't move his upper arm, so he could only move his fingers back and forth using his fingers as a fulcrum. He touched her several times and only scratched the woman's hanging hair.
Yang Qianyu's hair was lifted by him, and she felt... indescribably awkward, as if she was uncomfortable.
After several quarrels, Feng Moyan felt embarrassed, "Can't you... help me?"
"..." The woman didn't say anything, but let out a long sigh of dissatisfaction, then raised her hand to grab his big palm, hesitated for a moment, and placed it on her cheek.
Feng Moyan's heart felt like it was being grasped by something the moment her hand came up, and his whole body suddenly tightened.
And when his fingers fell on the woman's face, his fingertips felt her delicate and smooth skin, and her tightened body felt as if it had been brushed by an iron, and she suddenly felt comfortable...
This is Qianqian...
After waking up for so many days, he had never really felt the presence of his beloved until this moment.
The voice that lingered in my ears before was just like an illusory dream.
The ward was quiet.
As Feng Moyan's fingers began to wander, Yang Qianyu's heart tightened inch by inch, and all the cells in his body seemed to have closed and lost their function.
She tried her best to keep her breathing as smooth as possible and to keep every piece of skin on her face motionless, as if that hand had never touched her.
But God knows how depressed this numb and awkward feeling tormented her.
The warm touch traveled across her cheeks, past her eyebrows, across her eyelashes, climbed up the bridge of her nose, and then slowly downwards, landing on her soft lips.
Yang Qianyu's heart was beating in panic, but she had to hold her breath, hoping that he would finish touching her soon.
But how could Feng Moyan be so quick?
He seemed to be caressing a priceless cultural relic, as if he wanted to touch every molecule in place and study it thoroughly - worshiping it completely with a heart of wonder and piety.
This face has been etched in my memory for a long time.
So even if he can't see it with his eyes, he can still judge the shape by the touch of his fingertips.
"The skin is delicate and smooth, the eyebrows are delicate and neat...the eyelashes are very long, like small brushes, the bridge of the nose...well, high and perfect...the lips -"
While observing, he described the "scenery" under his hands in words. When his fingertips fell on the woman's lips, his words slowly stopped.
lip……
It's incredibly soft and full, as if you're stroking fine silk or holding a piece of delicious jelly.
He couldn't help but think about it, remembering the scene of their first kiss.