Drifting Towards You

When Su Xiangwan woke up, he was already in the hospital.

In the eyes, it is white with a strong smell of disinfectant water.

She turned her head slightly and looked at her hand. There were a lot of cuts in the glass, blood clots and scabs.

The wound should have been treated, leaving a little iodophor color.

Su Xiangwan felt like he had a dream, a long and difficult dream.

His gaze fell on the man beside the bed, he leaned on her slightly, his eyebrows were tucked tightly, and there were a few scratches on his face, and there was still a bluish gray under him.

The corners of Su Xiangwan's lips curled slightly, slowly raising his hand, and couldn't help but caress his side face.

But in the night, there was a little green stubble on his face.

Su Xiangwan sighed softly, he was still alive... it was great.

He seemed to notice her touch, his eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes.

"Late late." Mu Beiting sat up and looked nervously at the woman in front of him.

Su Xiangwan's eyes reddened: "It's me."

Mu Beiting's eye sockets were also sore, and he hugged her tightly into his arms, wishing to rub his blood into his bones.

Su Xiangwan slowly raised his hand and gently hugged him back.

"It's nice to still see you." Su Xiangwan said softly.

Mu Beiting didn't say a word, but just hugged her in silence.

After a long time, he slowly let go of her: "How is it? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Su Xiangwan shook his head, looked at his legs and said softly: "Legs... don't seem to be able to move."

"Broken bones will take a while." Mu Beiting said in a deep voice.

Su Xiangwan nodded, not too surprised.

At the scene of the fire, her consciousness was a little lost, and the pain was not so obvious when something hit her leg.

But when I woke up, I found that my legs seemed unable to move, so I guessed something was wrong.

"How are Song Ziming and Aunt Han?" Su Xiangwan said softly.

Mu Beiting was silent for a moment and said, "Song Ziming has fractured his legs, broken ligaments, and has minor burns. The burns on Han Yun's body are larger, which is not fatal."

Su Xiangwan just breathed a sigh of relief.

Sit up, leaning on the head of the bed, only to find that the man in front of him was also wrapped in a bandage and cast in a cast.

Su Xiangwan's heart tightened: "Are you hurt? How is it? Is it serious?"

"It's okay." Mu Beiting lowered his eyes.

"No... Show me."

Su Xiangwan first glanced at his arm. There was a cast on his arm, which must have been broken.

He unbuttoned his button again and looked at it, and he saw a large area of ​​redness and swelling on his shoulder and a scald on his back.

Su Xiangwan's eyes were sore.

Don't even think about it and know that he must be protecting her, otherwise they would all be burned and burned for no reason, but she was the only one who was fine.

In fact, Mu Beiting did rescue Su Xiangwan immediately after rushing in.

It's just that the fire is already big, and he will inevitably be hit if he wants to protect her.

He is not a saint, it is impossible to take care of Han Mu and Song Ziming at the same time.

Fortunately, not long after the fire brigade arrived, the fire police rushed in to save people, Han Mu and Song Ziming were able to save their lives.

Su Xiangwan gently stroked his wound, choked up and said, "Does it hurt?"

Mu Beiting stared at her with dark eyes, "It won't hurt if you kiss her."

Su Xiangwan chuckled softly with mist in his eyes, but really propped up and kissed him on the shoulder.

Her lips were soft and cold, and Mu Beiting was slightly startled, unexpectedly she actually kissed it.