Chapter 121: I don't need a doctor, I just need you
Long Qianqian sat down beside his bed, and touched his clear-cut face with her small white hands.
His sword-shaped eyebrows slanted into his temples, and his eyes were tightly closed. Even if he fell asleep, his eyebrows seemed to be filled with sadness that could not be resolved.
"Qianqian, be nice to Yang. I can see that he really falls in love with you, but he just doesn't dare to admit it."
Android patted her shoulder and sighed softly. "I'm going out first. You stay with him. He's not as delicate as you. He doesn't need blood transfusion. Yang probably won't wake up until tonight."
The door closed gently, and Long Qianqian could no longer hold back the urge to cry.
"Long Henyang, what is it about the good-for-nothing Long Qianqian that you like? My mother took over Long Yingtian's heart and killed your mother. Don't you hate me? How can you fall in love with me?"
She didn't know that feelings are so wonderful. The more taboo one cannot touch, the more people will try to touch it.
There were only two of them left in the ward, and Long Qianqian lay beside him, accompanying him quietly.
Android stopped Xuan Yu who was about to break in and said with a smile: "Yu, I think the person Yang needs is not you, so you'd better leave them alone."
Xuan Yu stared angrily. "Android, even you were confused by her."
Android was neither sullen nor angry, still smiling: "I'm just telling the truth. Okay, Le, take your sister back and I'll let you know if anything happens."
Xuan Le looked deeply at the red figure inside, nodded, and pulled Xuan Yu away.
"Xuanle, you traitor, let me go."
When did Xuan Yu, who was bold and courageous, turn into an unreasonable woman, while Xuan Le, who lingered among flowers, became a saint and stopped being romantic.
Love is really wonderful. Android shrugged helplessly. Fortunately, he was not involved in their love and hatred. He was most afraid of trouble, especially women.
Li Wanwan looked worriedly and asked, "How is Ayang?"
"Don't worry, Aunt Wan, Yang is fine. Fortunately, the bullet didn't hit his heart. Yang will wake up after the anesthesia wears off."
Li Wanwan's hanging heart could finally let go.
The autumn morning was a bit cold. In the quiet room, Long Qianqian fell asleep lying on the bedside.
Long Henyang raised his eyelids, feeling pain in his chest. His amber eyes turned around and finally settled on the sleeping woman next to him.
Wearing a bright red T-shirt and long black hair, her peaceful sleeping face caught his eye.
The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously. The anesthesia was over and he could move. His hand slowly reached to her little face.
Long Qianqian felt a chill running down her spine and opened her eyes suddenly.
Long Henyang's hand was hanging in the air. When he saw her waking up, he smiled weakly and said, "Woman, why did you wake up so quickly? I haven't seen enough."
She glared at him in annoyance. This man looked like this and was still in a joking mood.
"Just wake up. I'll ask Dr. An to come and take a look at you."
As soon as she stood up, her hand was held by him.
Long Henyang blinked his eyes and smiled again and again on his pale face. "I don't need a doctor, I only need you."
Long Qianqian was speechless at him. It turned out that it was really hard to resist a man being rogue.
"I don't know how to treat illnesses. If I become disabled by then, I wonder if you can still be arrogant."
Long Henyang frowned, does this girl have any common sense? Will an injury to her chest make her disabled?
He wanted to laugh but couldn't. This feeling was really torture.
"Qianqian, are you concerned about me?"
Long Qianqian's smart and clear eyes stared at him. This was the second time he asked this question.