"Xing'er, you're awake." Meng Beichen was awakened by her struggle. He looked at her in confusion, and gradually smiled.
There was such a smile on his tired face, which was actually really nice. Compared to his usual coldness, he seemed defenseless at this moment. Han Yixing was stunned for a moment, but he still pulled his hand away.
"You go back."
Is he going to sleep here all the time? She remembered that there was a small lounge behind the medical room. When they came back from falling into the sea that day, she changed clothes in it.
Meng Beichen's eyes turned cold. She was trying to drive him away. From the time she spoke to him, she would always only speak four words without any emotion.[
"Where do you want me to go back?" The voice was a little cold unconsciously. Seeing her suddenly widening her eyes and looking at him with some surprise, she quickly lowered her voice again, "Okay, Xing'er, if you need anything, just call me.
Call me, I don't trust you alone."
These words were very warm and gentle. Han Yixing felt a little dazed when he heard them, and asked unconsciously: "Are you worried when I am on an isolated island?"
When he asked, he was stunned for a moment, why would she ask such a question? She didn't want to talk to him, she wanted to leave here as soon as possible.
Meng Beichen's eyes lit up, and he immediately reached out and grabbed her hand, "Of course I'm not worried, I'm asking for news about you every day, and I want to save you, Xing'er, I've made you suffer for so many days.
, never again."
She was finally willing to talk to him, which made him feel happy. He also wanted to know what happened to her these days, but he couldn't bear to ask because he didn't want her to recall it again.
"Let me go, don't touch me." Unable to break away, she almost sat up in a hurry.
Meng Beichen smiled bitterly. It seemed that the resentment in her heart towards him would not dissipate in a short time.
"Okay, just lie down and I'll let you go."
He stretched out his hand to press her down, and covered her with the quilt. During this period, her body was as stiff as a stone, and she was glaring at him warily all the time.
He really let go of her and sat down on the chair next to her, but there was a hint of loss in his slightly narrowed eyes. Can he really not forgive her? Han Yixing, I don't allow it.
After two days like this, the injuries on Han Yixing's back and face were almost healed, and the plaster on his leg was almost ready to be removed.