Lovers torture themselves every day

Probably when people relax, they tend to feel tired, followed by sleepiness.

Ji Yan had a dark and sweet sleep, and when he woke up, it was already the next morning, he went to wash up after getting up, walked to Fu Siyuan's bed and took a look, and found that his eyes were still closed.

Ji Yan likes to be clean, and he is no exception now in the hospital. After tidying up in the bathroom, he brought another basin of water to Fu Siyuan's bed, intending to wipe his face.

Soak the towel in water, wring it half dry, and then wipe it on Fu Siyuan's face.

Fu Siyuan woke up when Ji Yan was standing beside his bed. He stared at him for half the night last night, and finally fell asleep at some point. He woke up this morning when he heard the sound of water.

Is he going to kiss him again? !

This was Fu Siyuan's first reaction.

It stands to reason that two Taoist couples, not to mention kissing each other, can roll together shamelessly, but Fu Siyuan feels uncomfortable when he thinks of him being in this shell. Thin.

He held his breath, his limbs were as stiff as a cold corpse, the hairs all over his body stood up, his heart was beating so hard that it could jump out of his throat, he closed his eyes tightly with all his strength, and tried his best to maintain a kind of "sleep sound sleep" dead' look.

Warm water flows out from the towel on the fingertips, Ji Yan twists the towel half dry, and then gently touches Fu Siyuan's face.

Fu Siyuan closed his eyes tightly, panting like a cow.

Ji Yan:.

What's wrong?Shortness of breath.

He remained silent for a second, then removed the towel, and stared at Fu Siyuan leisurely.

There was a moment of tenderness on the face, the fabric on the face was extremely delicate, Fu Siyuan could even feel the outline of the fingers behind the towel.

It was just wiping your face.

As soon as Fu Siyuan was relieved, he felt that the towel was being taken away.

Then, he felt a stare of naked.naked.naked eyes falling on his face, as if he was estimating where to kiss.

Fu Siyuan lifted his heart that had just been let go.

Sure enough, this person is going to belittle him again!

How should I refuse so as not to make him sad?

Can you just turn over and hide your face?

Ji Yan watched the person lying on the bed tense all over, his eyes rolled around under his thin eyelids, and his eyelashes fluttered.

Just pretending to be asleep like this.

Can I have a little bit of acting skills?

Ji Yan stroked his forehead, he really didn't know what this man was thinking.

He simply said, "Shall I wipe your face or do you do it yourself?"

I didn't want to kiss him.

Fu Siyuan pursed his lips and opened his eyes: "I'll do it myself."

When your Taoist companion comes back, you can wipe his face.

This seat is not a useless person, he has hands and feet to do it himself.

After seeing Fu Siyuan wipe his face, Ji Yan handed over a bottle of skin care products: "Use this to wipe your face."

The weather is a bit dry, so he asked the nurse to buy a bottle of skin care products yesterday.

Fu Siyuan looked down at the bottle handed over, and then refused in a deep voice: "No."

Joke, he lived for decades and never wiped anything on his face.

In the world of comprehension, there are all kinds of face-saving prescriptions, but those are mostly loved by people who are only obsessed with skins, and he doesn't need them at all.

After all, he has deep connotations like the sea.

Ji Yan raised his eyebrows: "You used to like skin care."

His company has a background in skin care products. It was taken over from his father at that time. Even though some high-end skin care products have been added now, when the company name is mentioned, many people's first reaction is the big green bottle.

Fu Siyuan didn't show much on his face before, but he wiped his face every night. Sometimes the company released a new men's style, and Fu Siyuan definitely had to try it.

How should I put it, it's quite particular.

Fu Siyuan heard the words and thought: That is the original owner!He is by no means just obsessed with superficiality.

Ji Yan saw that this person had no intention of using it, so he simply put it away by himself.

After the two of them ate, Ji Yan put an IV on his hand, he looked at his phone and said, "Mom and Dad will come and see us later."

After hearing the news yesterday, my parents rushed back, and just sent a message saying that I will come and see it later.

"I didn't say anything about your amnesia, you'll catch up later."

Ji Yan intends to hide this matter from his parents, and Ji's mother is relatively weak, knowing this matter is just worrying for the two of them in vain.

Fu Siyuan was slightly taken aback, his parents died since he was a child, he had never had contact with his relatives, and he didn't know how to get along with them.

"I." Fu Siyuan opened his mouth, wanting to say that he didn't know how to hold back.

Ji Yan raised his eyes to look at Fu Siyuan, only to see that this man showed a faint look of embarrassment, his eyes were a little dazed, and then he sat on the bed with his head down, looking not very smart.

There was a slight movement in his heart, and then his eyes turned to Fu Siyuan's left shoulder.

At that time, he was protected by this person in his arms, and Fu Siyuan used his body to cast a security wall for him. In the narrow space, Fu Siyuan's shoulders were squeezed, bloody and bloody.

Ji Yan closed his eyes, resisted the emotions that surged up for a moment, and said in a soft voice: "It's very simple, don't have a psychological burden, parents are easy to talk to."

The young man's voice is very pleasant, and after slowing down his voice, it has a sense of sincerity, as if he is willing to spend all his patience to appease another person.

To be taken to heart, to notice all emotions.

Fu Siyuan lowered his eyes, then nodded silently.

But he wanted his parents to rest assured, so he pretended.

But only this time.

Ji Yan had two bottles of medicine, and after finishing the drip, he pulled out the needle directly. About three hours later, Ji's father and mother came.

As soon as Ji's mother opened the door, she saw her son standing in the room.

It was almost noon at this time, and there was plenty of sunlight in the room. Ji Yan was wearing a blue coat. Seeing her coming in, he smiled and called mom.

When Ji's mother saw her son's appearance, she felt a little relieved, and walked up to take a closer look: "Have you finished the transfusion today?"

Ji Yan knew that his mother was worried about him, so he let her look back and forth for a while before saying: "It's over, Fu Siyuan still has a little more."

Seeing Ji's father behind Ji's mother, he immediately called Dad.

Fu Siyuan had four bottles of medicine, and now he still had a needle in his hand.

Fu Siyuan watched the two middle-aged people come in, and mentally guessed that they were Ji Yan's parents. After Ji Yan called his parents, he called out even more.

After watching her son, Ji's mother went to see Fu Siyuan again, seeing that he was about to stand up, she hurriedly said, "Xiao Fu, sit down quickly, what is the child doing with his lower body hurt?"

Fu Siyuan really wanted to stand up, in his heart it was very important to meet the Taoist parents, not to mention kowtowing and serving tea, but also saluting, it was extremely rude for the elders to stand and him to sit on the bed.

Since he promised Ji Yan to cover him up, he naturally had to do a full set of plays.

Ji Yan watched Fu Siyuan struggling to get out of bed, and hurriedly stopped him: "Sit on the bed properly."

Fu Siyuan's left hand was held down, he looked at Ji Yan suspiciously, and signaled with his eyes: Aren't you going to let me hold you?

Ji Yan strangely understood Fu Siyuan's meaning from his eyes.

He reached out to Fu Siyuan's palm and squeezed it lightly: "Sit me on the bed properly."

Let Douzhu not talk about amnesia, who made him get off the bed.

Ji Yan pressed Fu Siyuan with one hand and looked at his parents: "Mom and Dad, sit down."

Fu Siyuan was probably ashamed to sit while his elders stood. It would be fine if he wanted to stand up at ordinary times, but now he is a patient and cares about what to do.

But my lover has always paid attention to these things, so Ji Yan asked his parents to sit, so that it seemed less abrupt.

The two elders sat across from each other, and Ji Yan and Fu Siyuan sat together.

Looking at her son's lover, Ji's mother was filled with emotion. Parents always favor their own children. They used to love their house and their crows, but now after the car accident, they cherish this child even more.

She said: "Xiao Fu, you can take care of your injury at ease, and mother will cook chicken soup for you tomorrow." Give these two people a good mend.

She looked at Ji Yan again, and said: "You put aside your work these days and take good care of Xiaofu."

Ji Yan naturally complied.

Fu Siyuan sat aside silently, watching the woman in front of him talking to her.

She is over fifty years old, and there are already wrinkles around the corners of her eyes. From time to time, her eyes show love for 'him'. It is an elder's care for the younger generation. There is no benefit, and she just simply hopes that he will be healthy.

He turned his gaze to Ji's father again, Ji's father seldom talked, most of the time it was his wife who said he was listening, Xu felt his gaze, Ji's father raised his head and smiled, a very gentle and friendly smile.

Fu Siyuan lowered his head slowly, his eyelashes covered his eyelids, covering the thoughts in his eyes.

Time passed by bit by bit, Ji's father and Ji's mother were getting old after all, they went straight to the hospital after leaving the airport, and now there was a trace of fatigue on their faces.

Ji Yan looked at his mother, with a tired look on the corners of his eyes and brows, he stood up and said, "Mom, you and my dad go back to rest first, I'll just stay here."

Ji's mother is not very willing: "Mom is not tired, stay here for a while." She also wants to see her son again.

Ji Yan is very good at coaxing people, he said: "I know you are not tired, I want to drink your soup."

Ji's mother's soup has to be stewed for a long time, and it's almost ready to go back now.

Ji's mother hesitated for a while, but decided to go back. Before leaving, she suddenly seemed to remember something, took out a string of necklaces from her bag and handed them to Fu Siyuan: "I bought this when I was traveling with your father. Where are they?" Some people say that this necklace can keep people safe, Xiao Fu, hold it carefully."

Then he turned around and handed a bunch to his son: "You wear them too, mom will buy one for each of you."

Ji Yan actually didn't believe this, but his mother handed it over, and he took it: "Thank you mom, I will definitely wear it."

When Ji's parents went out, Ji Yan went to see him off, but Fu Siyuan was ordered not to get out of bed, and stayed alone in the ward.

The voice of just now gradually faded away, and the footsteps of the three people had slowly disappeared. He watched Ji's parents go out with Ji Yan, and did not look back until they disappeared in the corridor.

Fu Siyuan sat quietly, then opened his palms and looked at the necklace.

It is drop-shaped, transparent outside, and there are round ornaments inside. The inside seems to be flowing under the flow of brilliance, and the bright color is matched with the red rope, which looks very beautiful.

Ji's mother took it out of the box just now, and probably took care of it all the way, and put it in a close-fitting bag.

After looking at it for a few seconds, Fu Siyuan looked away, and then put it back.

It's not for him, he won't wear it.

Ji Yan kept sending his parents to the gate of the hospital, watching the two leave before planning to go back.

When he walked to the door of the flower shop, his footsteps stopped, and then the people who were going back to the ward entered the shop.

The clerk was trimming flowers and plants. When he saw the customer coming in, he smiled and said, "Sir, what flowers do you want to buy?"

Ji Yan glanced around. This shop is open at the entrance of the hospital, and most of the shops are sunflowers, carnations and lilies. He smiled: "Are there any red roses?"

"Yes, it was just delivered today, and it's in the back." The clerk put down his work and went to the back to get a large bouquet of roses. She explained: "The flowers are delicate and need to be taken care of."

She looked at Ji Yan, who was dressed casually but couldn't hide his extravagance. His figure was slender and upright. He could be called handsome or pretty. It was an unforgettable look.

"How many flowers do you want for your lover?"

Ji Yan touched it with his hands, and felt that the red roses bloomed very well: "I want four roses, and some carnations."

The lilies in the florist are also blooming well, Ji Yan said again: "I want two more lilies, I don't need to wrap them into a bouquet, I'll go back and insert them myself."

There are flowers in the ward and the mood will improve.

Fu Siyuan was sitting bored, when the door was suddenly pushed open.

He followed the sound and saw that the young man at the door was tall and tall, with a smile on his lips, holding a large bouquet of flowers in his hand.

The sun poured down from the top of his head, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were covered with a layer of light-colored light, and those lights fell slowly, like incomparably precious pieces of gold in the cultivation world.

Ji Yan said: "I bought some flowers and put them in the ward."

He inserted them one by one, and finally put the vase on the cabinet beside Fu Siyuan's bed, and asked casually, "Does it look good?"

He has seen Ji Mu arrange flowers before, and now he plays with them casually, but it seems to be okay.

Fu Siyuan looked at Ji Yan, then was silent for a while, and said slowly: "It looks good."

Ji Yan was quite satisfied: "Do you like it?"

This time Fu Siyuan didn't speak.

He looked, and found that his lover was bowing his head again, like an autistic child.

Ji Yan doesn't force him to go about his own affairs.

Fu Siyuan quietly looked at the flowers in front of him. The rose was so red that it was so red that the extremely strong color made the whole room full of vitality.

He didn't know what he thought of, and slowly closed his eyes, hiding a pair of eyes that hid all kinds of thoughts.

It's time for him to leave.

The flower is not his.

The author has something to say:

Current Fu: If it’s not mine, I won’t touch it.

Future Fu: It's all mine, whoever robs me will kill him.