Lu Jianming sat by Lin Xue's bed, coaxing Lin Xue like a child to persuade her to drink some chicken soup to replenish her health. In order to make this chicken soup, he was like a housewife, busy from early morning until now, and he didn't even have any saliva.
Drink, but her lips are almost worn out, and Lin Xue doesn’t even want to move the spoon.
Perhaps due to the postoperative weakness and drug reaction, Lin Xue really didn't want to eat. She knew that Lu Jianming must have spent a lot of time making chicken soup. It was really difficult for a grown man to do such a thing. Lin Xue smiled apologetically.
Laughing, she wanted to struggle to sit up and drink something to make Lu Jianming happy, but she didn't have any strength at all. When she thought of food, her stomach spasmed, as if she was drowning, and she closed her eyes in pain.
Lu Jianming scratched his head, there was really nothing he could do. He looked at the watch on his wrist and saw that it was almost time to go to work, so he stood up and said, "I have to go! Just put the chicken soup here, keep it warm.
Just drink a little whenever you want, your body will recover faster if you can eat!"
Looking at Lu Jianming's mother-in-law, Lin Xue felt very warm in her heart. This senior brother and subordinate's care and consideration for her were impeccable. Lin Xue knew Lu Jianming's feelings for her, and she also knew that Lu Jianming was a very popular woman.
For her, Lu Jianming is still alone. However, Lin Xue really can't promise anything to him, because a trace of her love has already been tied to another man, although this love is so bitter, lonely and even hopeless.
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Lin Xue nodded to Lu Jianming and smiled.
Lu Jianming left the ward with a smile, then suddenly turned around and said softly to Lin Xue: "Don't forget, you must drink more! It tastes very good!" Then he winked mischievously and left.
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Calmness returned to the ward, and the white loneliness and loneliness came in silently like a tide. Lin Xue's tears slid down her jade-white cheeks and fell.
Perhaps she had never suffered such a serious injury, let alone lying alone in a hospital. At this time, Lin Xue was no longer the heroic female police officer. She felt that she had never been as weak as she is now.
From yesterday to now, there has been no news from Han Feng. Lin Xue's heart sank a little bit. At this time, how she wished Han Feng was by her side! She knew very well in her heart that Han Feng was different from ordinary boys.
He has too many responsibilities and almost no time and freedom for himself. However, every sick woman will become extremely squeamish. Who doesn't want the man they love to stay by their side?
"Are you really busy? You don't even have time to make a phone call?" Lin Xue burst into tears again.
After the nurse came, Lin Xue fell asleep in a daze, with two crystal tears hanging on her long eyelashes. Maybe she had dreamed of something happy, and a bright smile suddenly appeared on her face as white as snow.
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In her sleep, Lin Xue was in the beautiful Falling Snow Valley. She and Han Feng were the only two people. The white snowflakes were like goose feathers, the warm sunshine was rippling with ripples of seven colors, the green butterfly wings were like a fan, and they were as colorful as clouds...
She and Han Feng turned into butterflies and flew, flying above the blue sky and among the sea of flowers. Han Feng's eyes were clear and gentle, like a glass of the richest and most mellow green wine. Lin Xue's heart was completely drunk...
Suddenly a gust of wind came, and the snowflakes, sunshine, Han Feng and the beautiful green butterfly all disappeared. Lin Xue burst into tears and shouted heartbreakingly: Feng - Feng -
A pair of warm hands tightly held Lin Xue's petite catkin, and a gentle voice whispered softly in her ear: "I'm here!"
As soon as Lin Xue opened her eyes, she saw that longing face, calm, elegant, handsome and resolute. Her tears suddenly flowed like a broken river, "Feng, where have you been? I'm everywhere
I can’t even find you…”
Han Feng smiled. He gently pinched Lin Xue's cheek with his hand and said, "Silly girl, you haven't woken up yet?"
Oh, it hurts! Lin Xue woke up now, and when she saw Han Feng was really right in front of her, her cheeks turned red with embarrassment.
Han Feng wiped away the tears on Lin Xue's cheeks with a tissue, feeling a burst of pain in his heart.
"Feng, when did you come?"
"I've just been here for a while, and I saw you sleeping soundly, so I didn't disturb you!" Han Feng's smile was like a ray of bright sunshine, completely dispelling the haze in Lin Xue's heart. Her eyes brightened, and her smile bloomed like a flower.
"You haven't had any rest for another night, right?" With Lin Xue's attentiveness, how could she not see Han Feng's tiredness?
Han Feng said nothing and smiled softly. He glanced at the chicken soup on the table and asked softly: "Didn't you eat anything?"
"Yeah!" Lin Xue nodded and said, "I have no appetite!"
Han Feng smiled and gently took Lin Xue's other hand. Lin Xue's face turned as crimson as a cloud, and suddenly she felt a soft breath flowing through her body. Her limbs and bones felt like a spring breeze, and her whole body felt comfortable and ethereal.
She knew that Han Feng was using the most pure internal energy to heal her wounds, and the tenderness in her heart was like boundless grass, growing wildly.
Han Feng put down his hand, sat on the edge of the bed, gently picked up Lin Xue's body, let her lean into his arms, leaned into Lin Xue's ear, and asked softly: "Do you feel better?"
Lin Xue nodded, and the blush on her face became even stronger, as if the delicate peach blossoms were falling on the white snow.
"Hmm!..." Apart from nodding, Lin Xue almost lost all her thoughts. She really didn't expect that this cold-hearted and iron-blooded man could have such romantic tenderness. Lin Xue was really drunk.
Han Feng poured the warm chicken soup into a bowl and spooned it into Lin Xue's mouth. Lin Xue had never tasted such delicious chicken soup before, and she drank it all in one go.
Lin Xue was lying on the bed comfortably, looking at Han Feng who was packing his things, his eyes blurred and wandering: "Feng, can you stay with me like this for the rest of your life?"
Han Feng smiled, picked up an apple and asked, "Would you like some fruit?"
Lin Xue nodded, and suddenly tears burst into her eyes. She knew that Han Feng could not promise her anything, and she did not expect Han Feng to reply to her. She was just wishful thinking of love like a moth to a flame, even if it was only the brief tenderness at this moment.
She also wants her love to be as hot and brilliant as fire.
"Feng, can you kiss me?" Lin Xue's voice was so gentle that it was almost desperate.
Han Feng looked at Lin Xue's beautiful eyes, and the pain in his heart spread silently. He thought of Dani and Qiu Shui. Was this beautiful girl in front of him the one he hurt again?
Han Feng gently held Lin Xue's head, leaned down, and kissed Lin Xue's beautiful red lips.
This scene was clearly seen by Lu Jianming, who had just returned. He leaned against the wall outside the ward, and his heart suddenly sank.