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

Shen Rao buried his face in the pillow and glanced at her with his eyes tilted to the side. His black eyes were shining with a layer of water. The warm light made his angular profile look softer.

Behind the cold white ears, the faint blush would not dissipate.

Just looking at her, his eyes were filled with a thick and sticky feeling of heartbeat.

He secretly thought that he was a loser.

As long as Qi Yan smiled at him and treated him a little bit nicer, all his grievances would disappear in an instant.

Instead, there was another throbbing sensation.

The love that grows wildly is uncontrollable, and he doesn't want to control it.

Qi Yan put his hand down, checked that the IV drip had not returned any blood, and then lay down again.

The chin rests on the slightly bent forearms.

As soon as I raised my eyes, I met his eyes full of moist love, which were scorching hot.

He tightened his grip on hers, and as his heartbeat quickened, his palms grew warmer. He wrapped his arms around her fair, slender hand, and kissed her wrist with his soft, thin lips.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, brushing across her skin and causing some itching.

Qi Yan's fingertips moved uncomfortably, but were only held tighter.

Shen Rao raised his eyelids, glared at her with his wet black eyes, his voice a little dry.

"Return gift."

"..."

Qi Yan looked at him, and her heart felt soft and numb as if it had been scratched by a cat without extending its claws.

She turned her eyes away, not meeting those deep ones.

Trying her best to ignore his gaze fixed on her, she pulled the blanket up on his bed.

The heating in the ward is sufficient, and you won’t feel cold even without a blanket.

Shen Rao had half of his face buried in the quilt, and his voice sounded muffled.

"How about I go and sleep on the chair, and you sleep on the bed."

He didn't want to let Qi Yan down, but he also didn't want to let go of her hand.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Shen Rao was about to stand up and plan to change seats with Qi Yan, completely ignoring the pain in his wound.

As soon as he stood up, he was pushed back.

Qi Yan's usually calm expression could be described as indescribable at this moment.

Is she a beast?

Make room for the patient who has just escaped from life-threatening conditions?

"Can you be honest and have a good rest? I beg you."

Qi Yan pressed his shoulder, his tone sounding a little tired.

She wasn't tired.

I feel so tired now.

Tired.

Shen Rao stared at her without blinking, sticking close to her as she pressed the back of his hand on her shoulder.

"You won't be comfortable sleeping like that, I don't want you to feel bad..."

Qi Yan glared at him, unclear emotions churning in her clear eyes.

After a while, she sighed helplessly, stood up and looked at their clasped hands.

"Let me go first."

"Where?"

Shen Rao did not let go, but held it tighter, with some tension in his dark eyes.

Seeing Qi Yan pulling his hand back, the corners of his eyes turned red again, so he had to explain softly.

"I'm going to move a sofa over to sleep on. I can't carry you with me."

Shen Rao looked at her, rubbing the smooth back of her hand with his thumb reluctantly, muttering to himself.

"That's not impossible."

It's impossible for him to do that, and he knows his own limitations.

He is nearly 1.9 meters tall, and underneath his loose hospital gown, he has a slim figure, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and solid muscles all over his body.

Shen Rao prepared himself for a while.

Qi Yan didn't urge him, nor did he let him get out of bed and follow behind.

She had to let go of his hand reluctantly, and when she turned to leave, the corner of her clothes was suddenly pulled.

Looking back along the force, I saw Shen Rao's pitiful and pleading eyes.

"You can't leave me again."

Qi Yan pursed her lips and spoke slowly.

"…I'll be right back."

The slender figure disappeared into the inner suite.

The surroundings became silent, except for the beeping sound of instruments. His heart couldn't help but sink, and uneasiness repeatedly filled his senses.

The medicine injected into the back of my hand made my blood vessels feel cold and my chest felt stuffy and I couldn't breathe.

It had only been half a minute when he could no longer bear the panic of not being able to see Qi Yan, so he lifted the quilt and tried to get out of bed.

Just as he made a move, Qi Yan came back carrying a sofa that was almost as high as her, and looked at his hand that had half lifted the quilt in confusion.

"what happened?"

"..."

Shen Rao stared at her straight, his Adam's apple rolling silently, and then put his hand back.

She moved the sofa next to the bed and covered herself with a blanket she found from somewhere.

Shen Rao's dark pupils were glued to her.

This was the first time I complained that the hospital ward was too high-end and had everything it needed.

There was not even a chance to give her half of the quilt.

Qi Yan turned his head to look at him and gestured.

"Is this better?"

He didn't say anything, but just stretched out his big empty hand and his eyes fell on her hanging hand.

The meaning is obvious.

Qi Yan twirled her fingertips unconsciously and glanced towards the white ceiling.

Finally, I compromised helplessly and held his hand.

Once again, she let him squeeze his bony fingers between hers.

Shen Rao held her fingers tightly, and his panicked heart gradually calmed down.

He clutched her hand tightly, as if it was his only lifeline, pressed it against his forehead, closed his eyes and murmured.

"do not leave me……"

Qi Yan did not respond and stared at the ceiling for a long time.

It wasn't until his eyes became dry that he came to his senses and blinked.

I don’t know if it’s because my tense nerves have relaxed, or if the effect of the anesthetic has not yet worn off.

Soon, Shen Rao's breathing became steady.

The warm air, neither light nor heavy, sprayed on her hands, stirring her heart and causing subtle ripples.

Even when she fell asleep, his two hands were still tightly holding her.

In a very insecure, hugging posture.

Qi Yan lowered her eyelids slightly to hide the unclear changes in her eyes.

I stroked my dry throat and suddenly felt like smoking.

But, I feel the painful shackles on my hands.

I endured it.

……

The next morning.

Shen Rao woke up very early and started looking instinctively as soon as he opened his eyes.

Only when his eyes fell on the person looking at his phone beside the bed did he gradually calm down.

I glanced sideways and saw their intertwined hands, and my heart was beating wildly.

He held Qi Yan's hand all night long.

She was typing with one hand, her brows slightly furrowed, and it was unclear who she was messaging.

The bright morning sun shone from behind her, emitting warm rays of light, making her hair warm and transparent, and her whole body seemed to be coated with a layer of golden light.

But she just couldn't fit in. She was like the clear eyes of an old well hidden under the shade of a tree, calm and quiet.

Shen Rao didn't say anything, just looked at her, his eyes tracing her focused expression.

Qi Yan at this moment was different from usual, and seemed to be trying hard to endure something.

He doesn't look in a good mood.

He was curious, but didn't want to disrupt the tranquility.

A minute later, there was a knock on the ward door and then it was pushed open.

Bai Ya had her hair casually tied up with a pen. She was still wearing her white coat and was looking down at a report as she came in.

He said without even raising his head.

"He's awake, right? Let's go check him out later."

When Shen Rao saw the woman coming in, his vision was dazed for a moment.

The memory of being stabbed with an injection yesterday came flooding back to his mind, and there was a hint of complexity in his cold expression.

This doctor is not from the Shen family medical team, and this is not the VIP ward area of ​​the central hospital.

Everything was so chaotic yesterday.

He didn't have the energy to think about these things, and only now did he remember those old questions.

Where is this? Who is she?