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Duan Wuxin touched her chest with the tip of her nose, afraid of being crushed, she didn't dare to move.

The back of his neck was held down, and he complained angrily, "What are you doing?"

"Kiss again, it hurts."

"You just said it didn't hurt."

Ling Junhan was ashamed, and said lazily: "It hurts now."

Forget it, the patient is the biggest.

Duan Wuxin didn't care about him, lowered his eyes and carefully kissed the wound again, the movement was very light, with pity.

Ling Junhan felt that piece of skin was burned by a kiss, and it was hot, burning his chest.

He ran his fingertips through the short short hair, and whispered: "Xinxin, you are so good, I like you so much."

The sudden appearance made Duan Wuxin's eyelashes tremble.

He rubbed the edge of the wound with the tip of his nose, as if he had grown up overnight, and his tone was mature, "If you like me, listen to me, take good care of your illness, and get well soon."

"Well, I see." Ling Junhan slid his fingertips from the top of his head to his chin, and squeezed gently.

"Remember to apply the scar remover, or it won't look good." Duan Wuxin raised her eyelids, and instructed sternly.

Ling Junhan played with his heart and said, "No paint, this is evidence of chasing you, how cool."

Duan Wuxin rolled his eyes, and couldn't understand this strange sense of ritual.

Probably, this is the obsession of the Iron-Blooded Soldiers.

He straightened up, helped him button his clothes one by one, and asked, "Is there anything else I need to do?"

Ling Junhan used the sheet to untie it again, raised his eyes slightly, and deliberately opened the clothes a lot.

"Are you sick?" Duan Wuxin glared at him.

Ling Junhan let out a laugh from his throat, "Help me take a bath, it's been hard for me to move by myself these two days."

Seeing that the person didn't speak, he said again: "Will you have a bath?"

The truth is this truth, but it feels very awkward.

Duan Wuxin stood where she was, twitching her fingers, hesitating, "No, I'll ask the nurse to help you..."

"You let other people see me naked? I have helped you so many times, this is reciprocity." Ling Junhan replied confidently.

Reasonable, unable to refute.

"Okay, let's wash it." Duan Wuxin closed his eyes, with a heroic sacrifice expression on his face.

He lifted him from the bed, dragged him to the bathroom, and ordered: "Take off your clothes."

Ling Junhan leaned his back against the wall, took off the hospital gown with difficulty, and hooked his fingers to the edge of his underwear, "This one has to be taken off too."

"You're taking it off!" Duan Wuxin stared at him, glanced up and down very calmly, and clicked his tongue, "It's not like I haven't seen it before."

Being so open-minded, it seems that he has a dirty mind.

Ling Junhan raised his eyebrows, took off neatly, stood under the shower, and said: "The wound does not get wet, be careful."

"I know." Duan Wuxin replied vaguely, and Huasha rushed towards his back.

After showering for a while, the temperature gradually increased, and Ling Junhan ordered: "Apply body wash."

Duan Wuxin dutifully worked as a professional bather, squeezed some on his body, and wiped it away.

The skin under the palm is hot, with a scorching temperature.

From the neck, to the shoulders, to the arms....

I always feel like something is wrong.

Duan Wuxin was stunned for a moment, then pushed him hard, "No, your injury is on your chest, don't you move?"

"No, the wound hurts when you lift it." Ling Junhan brought the terrible wound in front of his eyes, exaggerating, "Look, such a long mouth..."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry for you." Duan Wuxin bypassed the wound, stretched below the abdomen, and swam boldly.

Ling Junhan grabbed him, and his voice sank, "There's no need to wash there."

Duan Wuxin looked at him blankly with his finger stained with foam, "Why? Don't you have to rub your whole body in the shower?"

"Anyway, you don't need to rub it, just flush it." Ling Junhan closed his eyes, not knowing who he was torturing with this proposal.

Duan Wuxin let out an oh, like a firefighter putting out a fire, he took the shower and sprayed it on his body.

Water splashed everywhere, even his shirt was half wet, looming.

Ling Junhan lowered his eyes, recited the secret mantra in his heart, and tried his best to keep his six sense organs clean.

But the shirt is thin, with water sticking to the flesh, still hugging the pipa and half covering the face, it seems seductive.

He took a breath, finally pushed Duan Wuxin out by the neck, and said helplessly: "Forget it, Mao Maojiao, I will do it myself."

"You still dislike me, it's inexplicable." Duan Wuxin shook his half-wet clothes and strode out of the bathroom.

Seeing the doctor push the door back, he raised his head and asked, "Why are you here again?"

"I'll bring the scar remover medicine, remember to remind him to apply it." The doctor put the ointment on the bedside table.

Duan Wuxin was worried that Ling Junhan might not be able to take a bath by himself, so he raised his doubts, "He hurt his chest, can't he lift it up?"

The doctor said, "What's wrong, it's not broken. It's just not shaking violently, so there's nothing wrong with it."

Duan Wuxin clenched his fists a little bit.

Oh, I was cheated again.

Seeing his serious face, the doctor let out a muffled laugh, "Is there still a problem?"

Duan Wuxin gritted his teeth and said, "No, goodbye, slow down."

When the door was closed, he strode into the bathroom, and when he saw the person's movements, he held the shower head and rushed to his back, twisted his fist and yelled at the person inside: "Ling Junhan, you lied to me again!"

Ling Junhan raised his eyes from the mist, regretfully said: "Hey, I was discovered."

After several days, Duan Wuxin still had an indifferent face, the cook was replaced by Xiao Xiao, and he didn't answer what he said.

Only then did Ling Junhan realize that the kid had started a cold war with him again.

Gotta coax.

He licked his face and talked to Duan Wuxin, "Xinxin, I'm leaving the hospital soon, where should I go to play?"

Duan Wuxin didn't raise his head, and turned to the question, "No."

"What to eat? I'll make it for you."

"Don't eat."

"In two days, I'll take you to the training ground."

"Do not."

Three consecutive rejections.

"Have you been angry for a long time? I just asked you to take a bath for me." Ling Junhan helplessly excused himself, "Okay, can I stop teasing you next time?"

Duan Wuxin said: "You promised not to lie to me before, come again."

"How can this be called cheating? This is called flirting." Ling Junhan wiped his face and tried his best to turn back, "I'm not trying to get closer to you."

Duan Wuxin finally raised her eyelids, and said coolly, "Five points will be deducted for preparing a boyfriend."

While talking, he tore a piece of paper and wrote and drew on it.

Ling Junhan was half lying on the bed, and it took him a long time to ask in confusion: "When did you return the sub-system, why didn't I know?"

"I'm the chief examiner, so of course I'm the one who sets the scoring standards." Duan Wuxin snorted softly.

"Then may I ask, how many points do I have now?" Ling Junhan tilted his head and asked sincerely.

Duan Wuxin gave him a harmless smile, and said word by word, "No, pass, pass."

The next day near midnight, Ling Junhan turned over from the bed, changed his clothes, and woke up with Duan Wuxin in bed.

"Xinxin, get up and take you somewhere."

"Are you annoying? Don't disturb my sleep." Duan Wuxin rolled onto his side and muttered with his eyes closed, "I haven't reconciled with you yet."

Ling Junhan stretched and rubbed his neck, pulled him up repeatedly, and said softly, "I will never let you down."

Duan Wuxin opened his eyes impatiently, adjusted to the light, and saw Ling Junhan in a suit standing in front of him, with a shirt, tie and suit buttons, all of which remained intact.

His expression was stunned, "Are you crazy? Dressing so formally in the middle of the night?"

"You'll know when we get there." Ling Junhan coaxed him in a low voice, picked him up from the bed, and sat half-sitting, "Follow me, okay?"

Duan Wuxin got up from the bed in a daze, followed him downstairs with a confused face, and sat on the mech.

Still worried about the injury, he asked awkwardly, "Are you driving now?"

"It's almost healed." Ling Junhan put on the tie with his index finger, pulled it off his neck, tied his eyes sideways, and tied a beautiful bow.

The eyes suddenly darkened, and Duan Wuxin stretched out his teeth and claws, "What are you doing?"

"Surprise." Ling Junhan suppressed him to move around, pressed on the seat, and said, "Don't take it off, be obedient."

Duan Wuxin blinked, her eyelashes brushed on the tie, feeling strangely uncomfortable.

He retracted into the chair and muttered, "You're messing with me again, and you're dead."

"I really won't this time." Ling Junhan responded with a smile, and activated the mecha.

Duan Wuxin simply closed her eyes, tilted her head, and leaned back on the seat for a nap.

In a daze, he felt that the mech stopped, and before he could get up, he was hugged down by the waist.

He hurriedly grabbed his neck and roared ferociously, "You don't sleep in the middle of the night, what the hell are you doing?"

Ling Junhan didn't speak, just strode towards the goal with him in his arms.

"Where are you taking me?" Duan Wuxin shook his head from side to side, the tie was tied tightly and he couldn't break free.

There are many questions in his heart, but this person refuses to answer, playing tricks.

It seemed as if he went up the stairs, pushed open another door, and then he was firmly placed on the ground.

Ling Junhan said softly: "Okay, it can be untied."

"Mysterious." Duan Wuxin pulled off his tie angrily, and after adapting to the light, he looked around and lost his voice for a moment.

He stood in the middle of the glass greenhouse full of flowers, looked outside, and the ground was instantly lit up with tiny lights.

Duan Wuxin carefully avoided the flowers at his feet, walked to the edge of the flower room, stood at the highest point of the entire Marshal's Mansion, overlooking the ground.

Those dotted lights illuminate the night like day, and the fiery red flowers are like splashing watercolors, covering the entire ground continuously and spreading to the end of the night.

Incomparably spectacular, and exceptionally gorgeous.

The night wind blew over, and Ling Junhan stood among the flowers, with two small reflections reflected in his pupils, smiling softly at him.

"What kind of flower is this?" Duan Wuxin opened his mouth and spoke softly, for fear of waking up the sweet dream.

"Rose." Ling Junhan stopped beside him, and explained: "The inspiration is, the heart is fierce, and I smell the rose carefully."

Duan Wuxin bit her lip, flustered, "I don't understand."

"You in my heart, do you understand what I said?" Ling Junhan looked at him with a smile, "There are ten thousand flowers in total, and they were opened just in time for your birthday, as a birthday present for you."

Duan Wuxin's eyes widened slowly, his chest heaved, and it took him a long time to form a complete sentence: "But, no one knows my birthday, not even my father. How could you...know it's today?"

"I remember, I got up." Ling Junhan bent over and hugged him, his lips swept over his earlobe, "I was watching from the side when you were born."

I met it when I was a child, and now it finally comes in handy.

Duan Wuxin raised his eyes and looked at the sea of ​​flowers again, his emotions surged up uncontrollably.

For several years, he never had a birthday.

Even he himself couldn't remember the day he was born, whether it was dusk or evening, whether it was raining or sunny.

No one knows, so they simply ignore it and perfunctory.

He has always felt that he has a big heart and does not need these false rituals.

But now, standing in the sea of ​​flowers, she couldn't control the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"When are you going to prepare? Why don't I know?" Duan Wuxin lowered his head, his voice trembling, he pressed the wet corners of his eyes on his broad shoulders, and wiped away the soreness.

Ling Junhan's voice was very soft and gentle, almost melting into the night.

"I asked the gardener to replace all the previous flowers a month ago. I used a growth agent and pinched them to bloom."

"The species is wild rose, just like you. It is sharp, lush and tenacious. I think it is very suitable for you. I hope that you will be full of flowers in the future."

"Xinxin, in this world, people still remember your birthday. I'm sorry I missed the previous years, and I will accompany you every birthday, okay?"

Speak solemnly and sincerely.

It's just that every single word was hit on the heart, which made Duan Wuxin's chest hurt.

It turned out that he had been preparing for so long for today.

It turns out that being remembered by others is such a happy thing.

Duan Wuxin's nose was sour, she didn't know what to say, so she nodded violently twice.

Ling Junhan lowered his head and rubbed against him with the tip of his nose, "Then, my boyfriend who failed to pass the test, do I still have a chance to become a regular?"

Duan Wuxin was proud of being favored, sniffed, and said arrogantly: "But I only have ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine flowers, that's no good."

Ling Jun is cold hearted, this time he is completely in love with Duan Wuxin.

Love him naively, love him coquettishly.

Love him for his ignorance and slow response.

Even with this perverse expression now, I love it to death.

He bent down slightly, lowered his head and picked off a rose from his feet, and inserted it in Duan Wuxin's neckline.

Fiddled with the blooming petals with her fingertips, she said with a bit of sarcasm: "I killed one, and it's just right now. Among so many roses, you are the most beautiful."

The words of love are beautiful, but Duan Wuxin's knees are weak.

He looked down at the rose in his neckline, his face was redder than a flower, and he couldn't find a reason to refuse, "Okay, then I will reluctantly agree to you."

As soon as the voice fell, in the starry night sky, fireworks exploded one by one, and then fell like shooting stars.

There are endless roses under the feet, which are flaming red.

This is him eight years old, strong and magnificent, grand and romantic.

Duan Wuxin was both surprised and delighted, reluctant to blink, trying to get this starry sky and sea of ​​flowers into his mind.

There was an indescribable emotion surging in his heart. At this moment, he understood this pity and deep love.

It turns out that after the emotion reaches a certain level, liking someone becomes self-taught.

"Thank you, my boyfriend." Duan Wuxin raised her head slightly, speaking heartily.

He gently outlined Ling Junhan's face with his eyes, and his voice melted into the wind, "I like you, I really like you."

Ling Junhan looked at him with burning eyes, and after a long wait, finally the roses were in full bloom.

His fingertips slid across that beautiful face, making the fireworks and flowers dim.

Hug him and kiss him too.

So he did.

He lowered his head slightly, clasped Duan Wuxin's neck and brought her into his arms, kissed the trembling lips pitifully and affectionately, infinitely tender and lingering.

"My little Qiangwei," he murmured as his lips intertwined, "Happy eighth birthday, I love you.".