Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

Qi Yan's fingers trembled as he took the cup of water, but then he steadied himself and took a sip. The water was of just the right temperature, flowing down his esophagus into his heart, bringing warmth.

He finished drinking, put it down, tapped the wall of the cup, and said casually.

"I bought you some food."

Just as she finished speaking, another pill was stuffed into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed it helplessly.

"Don't feed me, you eat it, it's quite sweet..."

Before the sound faded, her pupils suddenly dilated, and her clear eyes reflected a face as handsome as the most proud creation of God.

Her long eyelashes brushed across her cheek, feeling a little itchy.

Shen Rao lowered his eyes, kissed her red lips, licked them, and panted in a low, magnetic voice with his thin lips slightly bent.

“It’s quite sweet.”

When the lips opened and closed to pronounce words, they rubbed against each other's lips, and the hot breath sprayed, making people feel numb all over.

Qi Yan turned his face away as if he was scalded, and distanced himself from the two of them.

"If Shen Rao wants to talk, then talk nicely."

"..."

Shen Rao pursed his thin lips and glanced at her turned face, with possessiveness raging in his eyes.

He knew he couldn't be impatient, so he tried to suppress his restless heart, took off his disposable gloves, wiped his hands with a wet tissue, and then touched her.

Carefully holding her hand that was resting on the sofa, Qi Yan turned around and looked at him with a frown.

"doing what?"

"Ayan, please stop being angry, okay?"

As he spoke, Shen Rao hooked her little finger, slid his big hand into her palm, and interlocked his slender fingers.

He pulled her hand, placed it against his face, rubbed it gently, and half-knelt under the sofa in the posture of a person looking up.

His black eyes looked at her deeply, like a gentle whirlpool, as if to suck her in.

He grabbed her clothes and moved closer, with a humble, eager and begging attitude.

"You can hit me and scold me, but please don't hate me, okay?"

"..."

Qi Yan's heart trembled a little when she saw his pitiful appearance. She turned her eyes away and wanted to pull her hand back, but she didn't.

He endured it for a while and finally stood up.

While Shen Rao was still in a daze, he picked him up, put him on the sofa, and spoke seriously.

"Can we sit down and talk? Is there any gold on the ground?"

"..."

Shen Rao was stunned, looking at Qi Yan, who was leaning against the sofas on both sides and very close to him. He felt a little uncomfortable and his ears turned red.

His dark eyes dodged several times before meeting her gaze again. He squeezed her palm and spoke softly.

"Then you are not angry anymore?"

Qi Yan sighed and picked up the phone on the sofa.

"I am not angry."

She paused, looked at the screen, and said slowly.

"Before, I thought you were injured and your mind was not clear. From now on, we need to keep our distance. I hope Boss Shen can be more sensible."

As she spoke, she took a few steps back and drew a line in the air with her hand. She stood on the outside of the line and Shen Rao sat on the inside.

The difference is clear.

Shen Rao's lips tightened as he stared at her indifferent eyes and brows. He felt a pain in his heart, and the blush on his ears faded suddenly, and his face turned a little pale.

The knuckles of his hands, hidden at his sides, were white, as if he was trying hard to endure something.

A few seconds later.

She bit her lower lip, her lips trembling, tears streaming down her face, mumbling softly.

"Qi Yan, my wound hurts..."

Qi Yan's face darkened.

He walked over quickly, crossed the "line" himself, and went to Shen Rao's side. He lifted up his hospital gown, and the wound that had been treated and was about to heal suddenly broke open and bled.

The wound was torn open, as if it had been torn apart with great force.

Qi Yan frowned and looked up to question him, when she saw the man crying silently, his long eyelashes stained with tears, like beads from a broken string, constantly falling down.

It dripped onto her wrist, burning her heart.

"It hurts, Qi Yan, it hurts..."

He pulled Qi Yan's sleeve and whispered over and over again, and his tears flowed faster.

Now, Qi Yan had no time to question him. He quickly pressed the call bell and patted his head to comfort him.

Shen Rao hugged her waist with his face buried in her belly. No one could see that the corners of his pale, tearful lips curved up, and he tightened his grip around her.

Bai Ya rushed over after answering the call, and after seeing Shen Rao's wound, she made a silent sharp explosion.

Cursing, she ordered Shen Rao to be dragged into the operating room to have his wound treated again. She stood in the operating room holding the medical records, walking back and forth, unable to control her madness.

Or the version with the voice down.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"The wound on your hand isn't serious, and it's almost healed with special medicine. But the gunshot wound won't heal in this lifetime, right? It's cracked again! I'm really convinced!"

"It was torn apart by an external force! Who did it?! Who did it?!"

"Will that wound not heal this year?!"

Qi Yan stood outside the operating room, silent.

After Bai Ya vented her anger, she rubbed her hair and came over.

"What did you guys do? Torn it like that?"

"..."

Qi Yan lowered his eyes, his clear eyes were solemn.

After a long time, he admitted it.

"Sorry to bother you. It's my fault."

Bai Ya stared at her face, not wanting to miss any subtle expression, but unfortunately she still looked indifferent, with no sign of any flaws.

Bai Ya gave up, but she also didn't believe that Qi Yan would be so inconsiderate.

In line with the doctor's duty, he gave instructions.

"Although I don't want to say this, the patient's mood is also very important. It's best to wait until his injury is healed before doing anything else. Otherwise, if his wounds keep breaking every other day, no one can stand it."

"You're right, I'll pay attention."

Qi Yan nodded in agreement.

Bai Ya sighed, patted her on the back with the medical record book and left.

Qi Yan looked at the red light in the operating room, and Shen Rao's tearful, fragile and pitiful face, as well as the wound that was obviously torn by external force, flashed back in her mind.

She pinched her neck, leaned out the window, and her fingers touched the metal lighter in her pocket.

I'm kind of addicted to smoking.

……

When Shen Rao came out, he was still conscious, and this time he was given local anesthesia.

After he moved to the hospital bed, his face turned pale and he stretched out his hand to Qi Yan who was standing in the distance.

"Ayan, can you stay with me for a while?"

Qi Yan stood there, glancing at him, without any movement or expression.

Shen Rao's obsidian eyes gradually lost their luster and he drooped his eyelids.

His thin lips, which were already light in color, became even paler now. He forced a smile, as if pretending to be strong, and kept muttering.

"It doesn't matter. You don't like me, but I still asked you to accompany me. It's too much to ask. I'm sorry to bother you. I don't want to do this. Please go out. I, I want to rest..."

When he spoke the last part, he almost started crying. He stretched out his hand, then withdrew it tremblingly. The redness at the corners of his eyes, which had not yet faded away, turned red again.

Just as he timidly put away his five fingers, his palm was held warmly and coolly, and a faint cedar scent filled the air.

He raised his head blankly, with tears still lingering in the corners of his eyes.

Qi Yan held his hand, looked down at him, and spoke in a cold voice.

"Shen Rao, this will not happen again."

"..."

Shen Rao trembled his body, looked at her carefully, and shook her hand back, but felt it was not enough, so he went further and squeezed his fingers into her fingers.

Closely linked and inseparable.