A Long Way to Marriage: Sweet New Wife Loves Not Enough

He spoke slowly, without any emotion.

"Bet on whether you can get my attention, bet on whether I will keep you in my heart forever."

"The result is……"

"They won the bet." Rong Che wanted to pull her into his arms, but he had to use force, and the injury on his back caused pain, but he could bear it, and wanted to hold her in his arms no matter what.

He finally got his wish, but his forehead was covered with dense sweat, leaning against her arms, as if all his strength had been drained, and his voice was full of exhaustion: "You have become a weakness that I will never be able to get rid of, But for them, it is always a handle that can hold me back."

"What can I do?" His voice was full of doubts and exhaustion, and then he took a deep breath of relief before continuing: "I didn't intend to plot against you, but you and I are an important part of their plot." Huan, I can't escape, and you can't jump, so..."

Rather than someone else plotting against her, it might as well be him.

It's just that he understood some things too late, and some things can never be changed by his calculations.

If he could understand earlier that her appearance was never what those people wanted her to take from him or plot to get, maybe he would try to solve it in another way.

However, when he thoroughly figured this out, she had completely disappeared from his life, and then she appeared when he would never appear again.

It wasn't that he had to wonder if someone had repeated the same tricks in the reunion five years ago, but now that he thought about it, it seemed that everything was hidden in a fog.

Always by accident.

It was as if two people were holding a thread, walking ignorantly in the dense fog, unable to see the road in front of them clearly, or even knowing what was waiting for them at the end.

Sometimes, Rong Che felt like a puppet on a string, and the clue that involved him was undoubtedly Lin Qinghuan, but he still couldn't see clearly the person behind it.

"Huanhuan, I'm so tired..."

For a long time, he has not had a day that can be called stable. Even if she answers her side again, he always wakes up inexplicably at night.

When Lin Qinghuan couldn't remember what happened before, he was always thankful and comforted.

At least she was really happy when she was with him at that time, and he once hoped to go on like that, as long as he could control her within the scope of his agile ability, he had enough ability to protect her comprehensively.

but then...

He doesn't want to go back to the military area.

Because once he went back, he would face the Song family directly, Yan Ming was in the light, Lin Qinghuan was in the dark, but once he had too much contact with the Song family, they would inevitably see his flaws.

But at that time, he had no choice.

So things began to develop towards a situation beyond his control, so that now, even he was becoming more and more powerless.

Lin Qinghuan let him hold her without any resistance, but that was all.

His brows and eyes were slightly closed, his eyes fell on an illusory place, his mouth undoubtedly opened, and after hesitating for a while, he slowly opened his mouth: "Then do you know what they want?"

them……

She just followed Rong Che's words. In her impression, she always belonged to one person, but when Rong Che said it, it was obviously plural.

Is it two, or more...

Lin Qinghuan didn't know either.

She asked herself that she had never been a greedy person, and based on what she knew about Rong Che, he never wanted much.

But I don't know why, but I always feel that Rong Che is involved with her, as if he has offended the great Ni Lin, and will never be allowed, and will never be forgiven.

He is tired.

So what about her?
Could it be that she was exhausted, she was just struggling to support herself with a sigh of relief.

Sometimes even she herself doesn't know what she is supporting.

Reason is telling her to stay away from Rong Che as much as possible, which is good for both of them, but she always wants to get closer.

Constantly shifting between rationality and sensibility, gradually, even she herself didn't know what she wanted.

In silence, by the moonlight outside the window, she looked down at Rong Che who was lying on her side on the edge of the hospital bed tightly around her waist. If we don't know their purpose, then...maybe we will be like this for the rest of our lives, always being restrained by them, and we can't be quiet for a moment..."

But even though she had made her words so obvious, Rong Che remained silent.

Lin Qinghuan was a little helpless, her arm inadvertently landed on top of his head, her fingertips were wrapped around his hair, and her fingertips were pressed against the top of his head. The faint body temperature came from her fingertips with a little damp heat.

He was in an uncomfortable position, the wounds on his body tensed.

Rong Che was not as squeamish as Lin Qinghuan, but there was some pain. Although he could bear it and not say anything, it didn't mean that the pain would disappear from him.

The physical pain, coupled with the psychological endurance, seems to consume more power than usual, and the body is covered with sweat, even the hair is wet.

Lin Qinghuan originally wanted to say something more, but she felt a little warmth on her fingertips and his abnormal body heat, so she pushed him slightly: "Rong Che..."

"kindness?"

He was indeed tired, and it was unavoidable that he felt a little comfortable near her, so he was a little blurry unconsciously.

Perhaps it was because he wanted to sleep, or because the pain was unbearable and he couldn't bear it anymore.

Anyway, at that moment, his heart was at peace.

Naturally, Lin Qinghuan could hear the exhaustion in his voice, and regardless of whether he was willing to let go, she stood up and said, "It's getting late, you should rest quickly, don't..."

She subconsciously wanted him not to think too much, but when the words came to her mouth, she stopped in time.

Silently, let the flow change the topic: "Don't move around when you sleep, and be careful of the wound on your back."

Rong Che was still holding her hand, and didn't seem to want to let go.

Lin Qinghuan: "..."

Standing helplessly by the bed, silent.

"Stay here, okay?"

Rong Che's voice was full of pleading.

Lin Qinghuan: "..." Silently, she didn't know how to answer.

Rong Che took a deep breath, and then slowly said: "I can't sleep well when you're not by my side, and if I can't sleep well, I can't help thinking wildly, and when I'm thinking wildly, I can't help but move around... ..."

"Stay here, just sleep next to me, and let me hold you."

Lin Qinghuan never knew that in front of her, he could be humbled to any extent easily, as long as she was willing to back down.

Maybe sometimes push an inch, but if she doesn't give him a chance, he can stay so humble forever.

However, Lin Qinghuan was no different from others.

She would still be soft-hearted, regress, and even promise him anything without saying anything.

With her, Rong Che will always have an opportunity to take advantage of, and therefore, also has the qualification to make progress.

Although he still said that he was unwilling: "I also have injuries on my body, so I can't take care of you."

"I don't need your care." Rong Che smiled slowly, held her hand, and pulled her closer to him with a little force.

Lin Qinghuan frowned in pain and groaned.

However, Rong Che doesn't care about other things now, from holding her hand to holding her wrist tightly, from the original unilateral prayer to a somewhat strong order: "Stay, let me hold you You'll be fine."

Lin Qinghuan: "..." He let out a long breath before letting go: "Then let go, I'll clean up the bed."

"No need to clean up." Enduring the huge pain from his back, he moved to the side, lifted the quilt covering his body, and patted the place beside him: "Come up."

"..."

Now that he had agreed to it, Lin Qinghuan never thought of leaving. He looked like he was going to run away at any time.

However, it doesn't matter.

He took off his shoes and went to bed beside him.

Rong Che stopped her in his arms, smiled contentedly, and arranged the quilt to cover the two of them.

In the ward, there was the smell of some kind of medical disinfectant everywhere, and both of them had large and small wounds, which were also full of the smell of medicine.

But Rong Che hugged her, buried his head deep in the neck, sniffed her scent lightly, and said, "Huanhuan, you smell so good."

Lin Qinghuan was completely speechless.

Supporting the bed beside her with her elbows, she raised her upper body slightly, and moved Rong Che's arm under her neck away.

It is still a little different from usual now, and there is no need to press on his wound anymore.

Zhu Qingwen doesn't like her at all now, if Rong Che's injury gets worse because of him, I'm afraid he will directly buy some medicine to kill her in a fit of anger.

"Lie down well."

"It's you who needs to lie down."

He wrapped his arms around her waist, and pressed her down calmly, knowing that she was more or less injured, so he didn't dare to use too much force, just let her feel his approach, and lay down naturally.

He circled her sideways to return the salute, his body pressed against her involuntarily.

After a while, he asked in a calm voice, "Does it hurt?"

Lin Qinghuan's brows were almost knotted: "What do you say!"

However, before she finished speaking, the clothes on her body had already been pulled away by Rong Che, and her warm palms reached in, covering her ribs, and touched carefully, but she didn't feel any signs of breakage.

So, I was a little relieved: "Fortunately, it's not as serious as last time." After speaking, he asked again: "Where does it hurt?"

Lin Qinghuan was speechless: "The arm is dislocated and it hurts." At the end, she glanced at him angrily, although she didn't see it: "I'm being pressed by you now!"

Rong Che: "..." She subconsciously lifted the weight on her body, but self-defeatingly made herself extremely embarrassed: "Hiss..."

It felt like the wound on the entire back was about to burst open due to the unscrupulous force just now.

Lin Qinghuan wasn't in too much pain, so she could still take care of him: "How's it going?"

Rong Che: "..."

The pain was so painful that I didn't want to talk, but I decided to kill myself.

People are always the most vulnerable in front of those closest to them. This is especially obvious in women, but it is also suitable for men.