Are you sure you want to divorce me?

Wen Wenyao thought about it, and then slapped himself several times, secretly thinking that he was indeed the incarnation of a beast. This dear's body is still so weak, so instead of thinking about how to make him fatter, he thought about it. There is simply something wrong with his body.

He sighed deeply and wiped his back as fast as he could before turning him over to avoid pressing on his heart.Finally, he buttoned his buttons one by one to prevent him from catching a cold.After doing all this, he went to the end of the bed and lifted the quilt to help him massage his legs.

Because of being bedridden for several months, Han Yufeng's legs inevitably shrank to a certain extent, but due to the care he received, apart from being a little thinner, they were barely considered normal legs, not skinny.It's just that I don't know if it can still play its due function when it goes to the ground?

But it should be ok, at least Wen Wenyao is responding to pinching it now, seeing that his brows are still wrinkled.Wen Wenyao couldn't help but stop what he was doing and ran to the head of the bed to help him smooth it out, and then kissed him on the forehead.

Wen Wenyao now feels that his old Gong really can't get tired of watching it no matter how he looks at it, and he likes it no matter how he looks at it, but his face is still pale after so long, and his breathing is very shallow, giving people a feeling of being out of breath at any time.

"Oh, get well soon...my heart really hurts..." Wen Wenyao couldn't help but put his head on Han Yufeng's forehead, feeling his lower than ordinary temperature.

"Um......"

"My dear, are you awake?" Wen Wenyao raised his head in surprise, but found that Han Yufeng just moved because he felt uncomfortable.

Wen Wenyao's throat rolled unnaturally, and suddenly he couldn't help holding Han Yufeng's face in both hands, aiming at his pale lips and nibbling down gently.At first he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, but after a while, seeing that Han Yufeng didn't respond and was still asleep, he couldn't help feeling "thug".He gently pried open his teeth with his tongue, then stuck it in and stirred it deftly.

At first, Han Yufeng still didn't respond and let him do whatever he wanted, but later he might be annoyed and began to respond to him personally.

Wen Wenyao was caught off guard by his response, and after a daze, he was ecstatic.Now his entire upper body was pressed on top of Han Yufeng, and he supported his head with both hands. Since he didn't dare to completely press him down, he had already held it very hard, and even his hands were trembling.But now that Han Yufeng responded to him, he couldn't care less about anything else, changed his posture, and started a new round of "siege of the city".

After enduring it for so long, I have to "bully" it severely and charge some interest.He thought enough was enough, but in the end he overplayed it. The two kissed, and Wen Wenyao felt that something was wrong with Han Yufeng, his breathing was short and heavy.

He quickly left his mouth, looked up, and was suddenly scared out of his wits.I saw that Han Yufeng opened his mouth slightly, as if he was almost out of breath, not only that, but his whole face quickly turned gray.

Wen Wenyao quickly lifted his upper body up and put it in his arms, massaged his chest and back with some strength in his hands, and kept saying, "Honey, breathe! Breathe! Yes! That's it!"

Since Han Yufeng woke up, this kind of situation has often happened, so Wen Wenyao is very familiar with this set of movements.

After such a lot of beating and massaging, Han Yufeng finally recovered a little bit, he was able to breathe normally, and he was awake.

He opened his eyes and found that he was in Wen Wenyao's arms again, and that person was still looking at him very worriedly, and he couldn't help wondering, "What's wrong?"

"..." How could Wen Wenyao dare to say "You were so kissed by me that you almost fell ill again", if you say this, then this person might get awkward again and ignore himself.So he opened his mouth, and finally said dryly, "It's nothing, you go to sleep. I saw that you seemed out of breath just now, so I hugged you up. The doctor said, you will feel better like this. How do you feel now? Are you feeling better?"

"..." Han Yufeng felt it secretly, and also felt that his chest was tight and short of breath, a sense of powerlessness rising from the depths of his heart, and he was about to slide himself into the abyss of deep sleep.

He didn't have the strength to talk to Wen Wenyao anymore, he just nodded, closed his eyes, and immediately fell asleep again.

Wen Wenyao didn't know what was wrong, but suddenly felt very scared, so he couldn't help calling out, "Ah Yu!"

"..." Han Yufeng had to open his eyelids again, and replied weakly, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. Um... are you going to sleep again?" He immediately felt that what he said was nonsense after asking, but the words were out of his mouth, and he didn't know how to remedy it, so he simply took Han Yufeng's cold hand and put it in his palm to warm it , "Then you have to remember to wake up..."

"Hmm..." Before the ending sound dissipated, Han Yufeng tilted his head and fell asleep again.

Wen Wenyao's eyebrows twitched, and a bad premonition suddenly emerged in his heart.He tremblingly stretched out his index finger and put it under Han Yufeng's nose to feel his breath.Fortunately, although it was weak, it was not without it, so he was temporarily relieved.

But he was too happy too early. At night, Han Yufeng still didn't wake up.Wen Wenyao was a little worried that sleeping for too long would not be good for his recovery, so he gently shook his body in an attempt to wake him up.

However, after shaking for a long time, Han Yufeng didn't respond at all, his body fell limply in Wen Wenyao's arms, moving with Wen Wenyao's shaking.Even the head was thrown back feebly, as if it had no bones.

Only then did Wen Wenyao realize that something was wrong, he hurriedly put him back on the bed, and after quickly ringing the calling bell, he squatted down beside the bed again and kept calling, "Honey, what's wrong with you... Didn't you agree Are you going to wake up? How did you lie to me... My dear, don't scare me... Aren't you fine during the day? Ah?"

While Wen Wenyao spoke to him incoherently, he kept rubbing Han Yufeng's face with both hands, and kept testing his temperature with the palms and backs of his hands.

But Han Yufeng's temperature was normal this time, even slightly lower than normal, but he couldn't wake up no matter how much he screamed, as if he really fell asleep like this.

Wen Wenyao was so frightened by his own imagination that he quickly opened his hands to hug Han Yufeng again.But at this moment, doctors and nurses ran in.

Han Yufeng's attending doctor, Mr. Lane, first pulled his eyelids and shone a flashlight through his pupils, then muttered something to the doctor beside him with a solemn expression.