Cheng Haochen had a sad face, lowered his head, and deliberately stared at the gauze-wrapped arm, "I'm afraid that the wound will hurt and I won't be able to sleep. I just want to find someone to talk to for the rest of the day to distract my attention."
Yu Keqing's original stubborn expression suddenly disappeared without a trace. She moved her eyes to his arm tied with white gauze, and felt a slight pain in her heart, thinking about his cold face sitting on the sofa last night.
The back view, the infinite apology in my heart.
Hey, he was suffering a lot too. He was in so much pain that he couldn't sleep last night and had to go out to watch TV. If he hadn't discovered it himself, he might have sat in the living room until dawn.
She was a little embarrassed, her eyes wandered blankly for a few times, and she walked into the room with her head lowered, which was regarded as acquiescence.
Cheng Haochen was as happy as a child, snickering, and Chunfeng followed him in triumphantly. He found the woman's weakness and directly administered strong medicine, and she could achieve even the most difficult goals.
"I want to hold your hand and sleep, so that my mood will be calmer." He pressed forward and asked her tentatively.
"Hey, don't go too far. Tomorrow night I will follow Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai's example and put a basin of water in the middle of the bed."
Cheng Haochen couldn't help but laugh, staring into her eyes and deliberately teasing her, "We have hugged and kissed, and we have done all the most intimate things. Why are you still so afraid of me?"
Yu Keqing's face was like a tomato, and her usual shyness suddenly came out again. She pulled the quilt over her head and shouted from under the quilt: "Don't talk anymore... go to bed quickly."
Cheng Haochen smiled and got into bed, stretched out his hand, held her hand tightly, and fell asleep peacefully after a while.
Whether it was because she was not used to having another person around her or because she was worried that Cheng Haochen's wound would hurt, Yu Keqing woke up several times a night.
Every time she would turn her head to look at him, and every time she would fall asleep when she saw him sleeping peacefully.
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Yu Keqing walked out of the kitchen holding a fragrant soup. Cheng Haochen, who was lazily watching TV, smelled the aroma and immediately became energetic.
"Huh." He looked at the rich soup in the bowl, a little confused, "Why do you drink pigeon, mullet and bonito soup in turns?".
"These soups all promote wound healing. Don't you like drinking them?" Yu Keqing frowned slightly.
He immediately showed two rows of white teeth and said with a flattering smile, "Of course not, I love drinking so much. I thought you could only make these kinds of soups."