Too much

Qi Jingchen was stunned for a moment, and then a burst of anger burst into his heart.

But in this anger, angry Shen Zeming coaxed him very little.

He frowned, and stared at Shen Zeming without saying a word, his sharp eyes like a scraper slid across his pale and thin face inch by inch.

Shen Zeming was too thin, his face was a little paler than the white walls of the hospital, he was so thin that he only had a handful of bones left, and he could snuggle into his arms with a light push.

Maybe that road is not a good way to trap Shen Zeming.

Qi Jingchen looked at Shen Zeming, moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but after a long time of contemplation, he still didn't say anything.

He squeezed Shen Zeming's fingertips slightly, lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

Shen Zeming's breathing was slightly stagnant, and the pinched fingertips subconsciously curled up, but they didn't move away easily.He closed his eyes, stretched out his other hand and gently raised Qi Jingchen's jaw.

"I only ask you once."

Qi Jingchen looked at him, in the light golden shadow of the sun, his eyes were calm and obedient, like a harmless and loyal large dog, as if the viciousness of the past few days was just an illusion of Shen Zeming.

Shen Zeming was in a trance for a moment, and quickly looked away. After a while, he stared at him again, and said in a deep voice: "You said you love me, and you know what the things in the safe mean to me. How stupid is Shen Zelin, why—" He paused, approaching Qi Jingchen, the distance was very close, Qi Jingchen's breath lightly hit his lips, Shen Zeming narrowed his eyes slightly, and pressed the rest of the words on the tip of his tongue, only asking: "Why? ?”

Qi Jingchen and him stared at each other for a second, and rarely lost sight of each other.

His chin was still resting on Shen Zeming's thumb obediently, without moving at all, his eyelids were half drooped, and his hands rested on both sides of the pillow, docile and obedient.

Shen Zeming's eyes fell on his Wuqing eyes, he paused for a moment, then quickly looked away.

One minute passed, and there was silence in the ward, like an undercurrent of wrestling.

Shen Zeming slightly raised his thumb, his voice showing a little impatience, "Speak."

Curly eyelashes fluttered, Qi Jingchen raised his eyelids, and looked at him calmly.

one second.two seconds.

Seeing that Shen Zeming's face gradually sank like water, Qi Jingchen's Adam's apple rolled, and finally he said softly, "Sorry."

Not what he wanted to hear, and not what he needed.

Shen Zeming's face turned cold, and the strength against Qi Jingchen's jaw increased by two points.

The minute hand of the clock on the head of the bed turned two more times, Qi Jingchen was still silent, Shen Zeming felt a sense of fatigue spreading from the tip of his heart, and couldn't hide it tangled between his brows and eyes, he quickly removed his fingers that were touching Qi Jingchen's chin, Indifferently turned over and curled up under the quilt.

He lay down with eyes closed, and after a while, he heard Qi Jingchen get up and tuck the quilt for him.Shen Zeming opened his eyes, and a slender and beautiful hand swayed in his sight, smoothing the curled corners of the quilt one by one, and gently covering his shoulders with warmth and weight.

When he was about to pull away, Shen Zeming suddenly reached out and grabbed it.

Qi Jingchen paused, and his voice was low and magnetic, "What's wrong?"

"Qi Jingchen." Shen Zeming closed his eyes, still turned his back to Qi Jingchen, and said hoarsely, "Do you not love me at all, but just want to take revenge on me?"

Qi Jingchen breathed slightly, and the wrist held by Shen Zeming struggled slightly, Shen Zeming let go of the hand and slid down, he felt empty in his heart, the action was ahead of his brain speed, quickly walked around to the other side, and stretched his hand into the quilt Catch Shen Zeming's fingers tightly in the palm of his hand.

"No." He said, "I—" Shen Zeming looked at him with his eyes open, his eyes seemed to be filled with a sleeping lake—smooth, calm and deep, as if there were no more waves, interrupting his soft voice Said: "If it is revenge, you have succeeded."

After the words fell, Qi Jingchen's palm suddenly became empty, and Shen Zeming turned his back to him again, with a flat tone: "I'm going to rest, thank you for taking care of me these few days, I won't bother you later, I will hire a nurse."

After a long silence, Qi Jingchen slowly stood up straight, with a long shadow covering Shen Zeming's waist, after walking two steps, the shadow moved to Shen Zeming's chest.

Qi Jingchen stood at the end of the bed, not too far away, his sharp awl-like eyes fell on Shen Zeming's face, his voice could not hear much emotion, "You're welcome."

Then there were footsteps walking, the door closed, and the ward fell into silence again.

In the evening, the doctor routinely rounded the ward. After a detailed examination and inquiry, the young doctor put down the stethoscope, smiled at him with relief, and told the nurse to remove the instruments beside the bed, and said to Shen Zeming: "Do it tomorrow morning. After a detailed examination, you can be discharged from the hospital if there is no problem."

Shen Zeming smiled and thanked.

The doctor went out with the front foot, and Qi Jingchen pushed the door in with the back foot.

He changed his clothes and shaved his beard. He wore a light gray turtleneck thin sweater under a khaki cashmere coat. His unsprayed forehead hair was loosely scattered on his eyebrows. He wore a pair of simple silver-rimmed thin-rimmed glasses, and he looked clean and fresh. , It was a far cry from the haggard appearance in the afternoon.

He was holding a bouquet of red roses in full bloom in his arms. The gorgeous red was quite eye-catching in this all-white ward. It didn't look like a visiting doctor, but a teenage Mao who was busy pleasing his sweetheart. head boy.

Shen Zeming glanced at him and said nothing.

Qi Jingchen stood neatly at the end of the bed, with the red rose hugging his chest, as if there was a clear line between the hospital bed and him, and he refused to take half a step.

He stared at Shen Zeming eagerly, and asked in a low voice, "Can I take two steps forward?"

As he said that, he glanced at the ground with a hook in his eyes, and then at Shen Zeming, his voice sounded serious, "Just two steps, can you?"

Shen Zeming was suspicious in his heart, but his face was cold, "I said no, why don't you leave?"

Unexpectedly, Qi Jingchen really said "hmm", and his eyes returned to those when he was bathing in the sun in the afternoon - calm and obedient, like a naughty dog ​​knowing that he has offended his master and sneaking away to the wild to pick a dog. Bouquet, eagerly waiting for forgiveness.

"If you don't allow me, I won't move."

Shen Zeming frowned lightly, then snorted, and raised his chin towards Qi Jingchen, "Two steps."

Sure enough, Qi Jingchen only took two steps forward, and stopped at a place parallel to the end of the bed.

Shen Zeming's eyes moved slightly.

Just when he thought that Qi Jingchen wanted to play tricks again, Qi Jingchen just lowered his eyes and picked up the delicate rose petals, and curled the corners of his lips, "I want to send you flowers."

"Can you?"

Shen Zeming stared at him, with even more doubts in his heart, his brows gradually frowned, "What are you doing?"

Qi Jingchen raised his lower lip, stared at him with piercing eyes, and said in a low voice, "I'm pursuing you."